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present location of Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer studios. That was more than a quarter of a century ago. Irving's dead now, and Louis is out of the studio.
Norma married Thalberg and he made her number-one star at Metro. Naturally Norma got first whack at everything— stories, writers, directors, leading men. She got two diamond bracelets as wedding gifts, one from William Randolph Hearst, the other from Marion Davies, one of her bridesmaids.
When Norma returned from her honeymoon she regaled us with the story of a post-wedding battle on the train. It began when she tried to unclasp the bracelets. Cartier clasps have hidden locks and, like handcuffs, unless you're familiar with them, they're not easily undone.
For three quarters of an hour Norma and Irving struggled over those clasps. Nothing doing. Finally Irving gave up in exasperation. "What the hell! Wear 'em to bed— you don't think Mr. Hearst's diamonds tarnish, do you?"
When their first child was born Irving's parents were still living with them. His mother ran the household. The birth of Irving Jr. ushered in a new era in Hollywood customs. Hitherto the picture companies were terrified by the idea of a star having a child— her glamour wouldn't stand it; her public would turn against her; having babies was for ordinary mortals, not for stars.
Norma cracked that tradition. The public had never really swallowed it anyway; the producers only imagined it. Anyhow, after her babies came, Norma was more popular than ever. Maternity didn't shade her love scenes on screen. Sonnets of love poured into her shell-like ears from the lips of the world's most romantic loversLeslie Howard, Basil Rathbone, Clark Gable, Robert Montgomery, Robert Taylor— she had 'em all on the screen. And the public ate her up.
Marie Antoinette capped anything she ever did. Even Metro felt nervous of overreaching themselves with her. They were fearful that the picture couldn't possibly be as great as the publicity boys said it was. They were so right.
I've seen premieres in my time, but that Marie Antoinette pre
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