Modern Screen (Dec 1948 - Oct 1949)

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IN GRID BERGMAN TALKS m In one of their rare Hollywood public appearances, Ingrid and her husband, Dr. Peter Lindstrom, dine at the Chanteclair. Ingrid •is now in England where she's completing Under Capricorn. In one of the most intimate portraits of Ingrid Bergman ever given, a famous journalist looks behind the myths and mysteries to discover a truly remarkable woman . . . ■ "Of course, Hedda," laughed Ingrid Bergman, "there are some things I simply won't talk about: For instance — how I keep my husband's affection and whether I sleep with a nightgown on or off!" "You're safe," I. assured her. "I don't give a hoot." "Good," smiled the Divine Swede. "I don't think you'll find me so uncooperative." "I never have," I told her — and I meant it. I've become pretty sick and tired, myself, of that "going-Garbo" myth they've tacked onto one of the brightest, -sincerest foreign stars who ever hit Hollywood. I've never believed it for a minute and I thought now, scanning Ingrid's friendly face : "How could anyone ever mention those two in the same breath? As stars, yes. As Swedes, sure. But as persons— how very different can you be?" Across the long, low sofa, Ingrid perched gracefully — welcoming, human and warm. A straw-tone tan made her teen-age complexion even teen-agier. Only a touch of lipstick challenged those rosy cheeks. The greens, reds and grays of her Swedish modern room made Ingrid the lovely {Continued on page 81) 29