Modern Screen (Aug-Dec 1943)

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She couldn't give up all that training, which she'd fought so desperately to get and which only the teachers at school could give her. On the other hand, here was a chance to act and to act now, instead of waiting for years. Back in her mind a shadowy plan took form — She talked to Peter Lindstrom about it. Peter was a young man she'd met at the home of a friend. A tall young man, whose hair was exactly the same shade as hers. It was his eyes you noticed first though — such a curious graygreen, like the sea under clouds. He taught dentistry and was studying medicine. He felt about medicine as Ingrid felt about acting and pursued it with the same driving intensity. She'd been a little timid of him at first. His lean face with its high forehead looked almost austere. But suddenly he'd laughed — and that laugh changed him to the gayest, friendliest person in the room. As she came to know him better, she realized that he was also the best-balanced person she'd ever met. With him, you didn't have to justify your single-minded devotion to your chosen work. He took it for granted and thought it was fine. So she told him about this idea of hers, and he laughed and said if it worked, she had everything to gain, and if it didn't, nothing to lose. And at least she'd find out how badly they wanted her. Armed with so much encouragement, Ingrid marched in with her proposition. Yes, she'd stay— if the studio would pay her teachers at dramatic school to give her private lessons. They agreed. She made two more pictures, and the studio made a grave blunder. Heady with enthusiasm, they began sending out publicity raves on their find. Stockholm may not be Hollywood, but film biz the world over shakes the same bag of tricks. Ingrid Bergman! Sensation!! WAIT TILL YOU SEE HER!!! The words may have varied, but their gist was the same. Public and press sat up and took notice. Okay, we're waiting, they said — show us this new wonder. without glory . . . On the wings of this fanfare, her first picture was released — the one where she played a milky ingenue. Swedes, like everyone else, resent being gypped, and their gentlemen of the press came out and said so. "Nothing but a new little face in the background," read the kindest notice in the dramatic sections. The toughest sneered, "So that's the wonderful Bergman. Well, they can keep her. Or better still, send her back to school." That was low tide in Ingrid's career. She crept back to the studio, firmly convinced that those awful words would ring forever in her ears and half expecting to be fired on the spot. To her amazement and relief, the studo flipped its fingers. "That for the reviews! Wait til your next picture comes out. They'll change their tune." From then on, her professional stock mounted. As a rule, success stories tell of climbing and slipping and recovering and climbing again. Ingrid's is unique. It shows neither dip nor decline. That's what she means when, her face like a child's at a party, she says: "One person has no right to be so lucky." first love . . . Her popularity kept her from returning to the theater. Every time she said, "Now I'd like to try the stage," the studio stuck another fat part under her nose. Eventually she extricated herself long enough to do two plays, with pleasure and profit to all concerned. But they remained flyers. The movies and the movie public claimed her as their own, and she was content to have it so. Perhaps her greatest triumph lay in uncle's complete and unconditional surrender. While Ingrid was still at school, little doubts had begun nibbling at his certainty. To him the words "acting" and "wild" had been synonymous. It puzzled him that these people, with whom his niece associated, should seem like other people, except harder-working. Out of mingled dread and affection, curiosity and duty, he went to see her first picture, and he went, poor man, in fear and trembling. Heaven knows what sinister changes he thought the screen would have wrought in his Ingrid. And there she was as he knew her — no bold, forward minx but a charming young figure, going about her business like one who'd been born to it. As he knew her? No. Lovelier than he'd ever known her. For she'd never walked in his house with this grace, nor addressed people with this new-found serenity. Uncle was flabbergasted, and uncle was bewitched. Generously he acknowledged his error, became an ardent Bergman fan and took in good part the teasing which was now his portion. "Going to see Ingrid's picture? But you've seen it twice." "Is there a law which forbids me to see it a third time?" Her friendship with Peter Lindstrom ripened into love. At first he had been the mentor to whom she had gone with her problems. He viewed them with interest because they were hers and with detachment because he was a man of science. More and more she learned to lean on his sane, cool judgment. From the beginning, he had understood her passion for work. Not only understood but applauded it. Many men might have shared his attitude while they remained personally unaffected. But young Dr. Lindstrom was a rarity. He didn't expect Ingrid to love acting less because she now loved him, too. For him, medicine could never be secondary to marriage. By the same token, why should Ingrid be asked to shove her work into the background? When she was 21, they were married in the north of Sweden where Peter's parents lived on a farm. She loved his parents. That deep childhood long CAREFUL! IT'S CATCHING! Like measles or joining the WAVES or falling in love, it's catching! You come home and tell the crowd what a wonderful, glowy feeling you get from being a Nurse's Aide, and before you know it, they're enrolling, en masse, at their Red Cross chapter or Civilian Defense Headquarters. If you could go into the hospitals and talk to the patients about the gorgeous job these Aides are doing in replacing nurses sent abroad, you'd join, all right. You'd join this minute because you're needed terribly. And your guy in the service will burst with pride when he hears the job you're doing! 88 MODERN SCREEN