Modern Screen (Jan-Nov 1944)

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GOOD NEWS continued married three times. First, to a childhood sweetheart in Kansas City. Then, tragically, to Paul Bern, the gentle little producer who killed himself, and finally, the third time to Hal Rosson, the cameraman. All these men loved Jean very much. But she loved just one man in her life — William Powell. Everything about Jean was white. She wore nothing but white evening gowns. Her big home in Beverly Hills was decorated in white satins and brocades. Her famous platinum blonde hair was as silvery as Christmas tinsel. She was an individualist if I ever saw one. She had an unusual habit of receiving her best gal friends when she was in the bathtub. She even gave interviews to the femme press lying back in bubble-soaped water. At one time, she and Joan Crawford indulged in a feud. They didn't speak when they passed on the lot and it was hard to be friends with both girls. But Joan did a terribly sweet thing after she learned that Jean was a very sick girl with a kidney infection. She went over to the set of "Saratoga" one afternoon, took Jean's hands in hers and said: "It's about time we grew up. I admire you so much. Can't we be friends?" The little Harlow who had the warmest heart of any girl I have ever known, threw her arms around Joan and cried like a little girl. Jean was twenty-seven years old when she died — an intense white flame consumed by her own youth, beauty and fire. * * * The early 30 's were grand days on the M-G-M lot. There are so many memories — When Bing was recording at Shrine Aud. in L. A. for new pic he d wander over to U S C. campus during lunch. Bummed so many sandwiches from kids, had to square with hunks of chocolate cake. (Above with Sonny Tufts.)