Hollywood (1936)

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Features for September Dolores Del Rio— Always A Lady! More Than Anything Else, Dolores Del Rio is a lady. Occasionally there are trying times when Hollywood stars remember — or forget — such a status according to their individual abilities. But femininity, grace and beauty are synonymous with Del Rio, and never to be questioned. Nevertheless, one morning recently in New York harbor the question did arise, and only the innate human understanding which Dolores possesses saved the day. She was just arriving back in America on the huge British liner Queen Mary. It was the end of a three month business trip to London where she had been doing a starring role in Accused. The Queen Mary arrived in port on its second trip amid a great hub-bub. Whistles shrieked out from excited tugboats. On shore, as on its maiden voyage, thousands of people watched from every possible vantage point. Newspaper men climbed aboard with a busy air of importance. In her cabin Dolores Del Rio slept on, unaware of the ballyhoo without. Suddenly a dozen fists smashed against her door. Lovely Dolores awoke with a start, cried out, "What is it, please?" (She had visions of a terrible catastrophe, of another Titanic. She was, in a word, scared silly.) "We're the press!" someone shouted. "Open up!" Dolores, clad only in negligee, stammered her answer. "I am frightfully sorry! I am just awakening. I am not dressed. Presently I shall be glad to see you!" From without the door was blustering. "Come out whether you are dressed or not. Do you think we enjoy getting up at six in the morning? Don't go Hollywood oi. us. We're very busy. Lots of people to see." Dolores was about to say, "Why don't you go see them, then?" with a stamp of her fluffy slippers. Instead she remem Everything in her house, like Dolores herself, is a study in light and dark, brilliance and shadow. Hence, chromium and black furnishings adorn the mantels, the bookcases 32 Two giant pines, twins 200 years old, shade the lawn alongside the modernistic home bered that she always had been a very feminine lady, and replied, "I am so sorry. Soon I will be ready. Please have patience." And Dolores dressed quickly. Rude as the press representatives had been, Del Rio was graciousness itself. It can be recorded here that she spent the ensuing two hours walking up and down stairs, posing for cameramen and giving interviews. All with a smile. And for what? So that a couple of newspapers could give those aloof sort of interviews that reveal the reporter's cold disapproval. Dolores would have felt pretty unhappy about it all if a couple of the ship reporters had not come to her and apologized for the conduct of the group. And when, later, there appeared a story criticizing her for keeping them waiting, she still said nothing. Dolores Del Rio acted like a lady because she is first of all a woman. A gracious, human, utterly feminine woman. The Screen Does Not Flatter • This Exotic Young Woman from the land of the dons has so much more than beauty. Believe us, the screen reproduces but never flatters Del Rio. She is, with her warm gold skin, her wide dark eyes in their thick fringe of silken lashes, her blue-black hair, her slender patrician hands, her perfect contour of face and figure, the perfect beauty. She plays with years and laughs at them. She lived the cloistered childhood of old Spain. Nor has she entirely forgotten it in the modern surroundings of the home her husband, Cedric Gibbons, designed for her. We want to tell you about that home, because it reflects the modern femininity of Del Rio as you know her, yet retains a touch of the old atmosphere of her ancestors. Dolores' home is down by the sea in Santa Monica canyon. You need a map and a slide rule to find it, but once you have spotted the chromium gates at the end of the winding road, you have come to a modern little palace. A butler greets you at the door. If your visit is kosher, he presses a button and the gate opens. You are ushered into a gleaming white reception room, with creamy white rugs. Soon you find that every room has these thick, velvety rugs. But while you wait the butler goes up winding, modern stairs to announce your presence. Off to the right you catch a glimpse of the dining room, not large but distinctly different. Most eyecatching is the crystal top table, hard enough to resist the blow from a bludgeon. There is nothing gaudy about this room. Rather, it is cool and restful and unobtrusive. She Loves Books Around Her • Presently We Climb the long stairs and find ourselves in the drawing room, again with white walls and rugs. The book cases are of rust lacquer, and you know instantly that Dolores and her husband like books for what they contain. There are very few sets of books in immaculate order. Instead, we find scores and scores of novels, biographies and other non-fiction books, each proud of its own niche. In the center is a chromium and black fireplace, screened with a curtain of chromium mesh. Dolores sits in front of it, sipping an iced glass of grape juice. She is wearing a white jacket over a red dress. Designers could tell you something interesting and different about her simple clothes. All we know is that the effect is pleasing and extremely fitting. Dolores has just come in from an auto ride along the ocean which you can see from the window, basking in the afternoon sun. But she did not do the driving. "I love to ride horseback," she tells us smilingly, "but it is different trying to manage a car. Imagine it — I have not the slightest idea what to do with all the wheels and things in an automobile! I would be frightened beyond words at the thought of driving. And it is so dangerous in Los Angeles!" Then who does do the driving, we inquire. [Continued on page 64] Del Rio finds tennis good fun, but she is not an expert. Women can afford to be merely decorative in this game, she maintains HOLLYWOOD