We use Optical Character Recognition (OCR) during our scanning and processing workflow to make the content of each page searchable. You can view the automatically generated text below as well as copy and paste individual pieces of text to quote in your own work.
Text recognition is never 100% accurate. Many parts of the scanned page may not be reflected in the OCR text output, including: images, page layout, certain fonts or handwriting.
Suddenly there was no place to go but back . to the big, lonely world
of Elizabeth Taylor.
believable news about Mike. And her eyes — those big purple eyes Mike had always bragged about — were red and weary-looking.
But Liz, finally, had made herself stop crying. She knew, as people had told her, that this was the way Mike would have wanted it — her going back to work as soon as possible . . . that Mike was a showman; that Mike would be the first to remind her that nothing must ever stop a show from going on.
So she sat alone now, waiting.
And then after a while there were footsteps and little Liza's nursemaid came rushing from upstairs on her way to the kitchen to fetch something. The woman stopped short when she saw Liz.
"Do you really feel well enough to go to the studio today, Mrs. Todd?" she asked, concerned. "Yes, thank you," Liz said, nodding slightly.
The nursemaid was on her way again when Liz asked her to wait.
"I told you a couple of weeks ago," Liz said, softly, "that I wouldn't need you any more after the first of July. If — if you haven't made any other plans, I'd like you to stay on to help me take care of the baby."
"Of course," the woman said.
"I don't know," Liz said, "but I may be starting another picture soon. . . ." "Of course," the woman said again.
At that moment, the doorbell rang. Liz knew it was the chauffeur from the studio come to pick her up.
She reached for a coat and went to the door. "Hello, Mrs. Todd," the chauffeur said.
"Hello," she answered, unsmiling, her eyes blank as she walked slowly past him to the long black car that waited to drive her, the widow of Mike Todd, back to the big, lonely world of Elizabeth Taylor. . . . END
F or you who have followed the course of Elizabeth Taylor's life for years through the pages of Modern Screen, we have prepared a special magazine, an entire Dell publication devoted to the story of her thrilling romance and marriage with Mike Todd^ and the tragedy that left her a widow at twentyfive. Called LIZ AND MIKE, it is on sale now at your newsstand — a beautifully written, profusely illustrated tribute to a great love. You'll treasure it always. The Editor