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Lee l\Iiller
Germany Sends Us
Another BlONDE VeNUs!
Ten thousand Germans wept when LiHan Harve}' left BerHn for Holh-^vood. This 23year-old blonde \''enus was a movie queen in three languages abroad; she was at the top of the heap. But, once she reached the top, there wasn't an}'where to go — except "to a new country, to start a new career." So here she is, all ready to say "It" Avith music!
By CRUIKSHANK
EUROPE'S movie queen wept when she left Berhn to become a movie princess in America. In fact, take Ernst Lubitsch's word for it, the pavement of the station was wet with her tears and those of the myriad followers who journeyed from far places to bid her "Auf Weidersehen." For LiUan Harvey, with Europe at her dancing feet, was starting on a new adventure, and the world that was to be conquered was a strange one, different in modes and manners from both Continent and Isles. It was a big step, a daring one, a sad one for a fivefoot-three, hundred-pound damsel. And it's no wonder that she sobbed into microphones a final plea for the affections of the Vaterland.
"Please do not forget me!" she whispered, and, take Herr Lubitsch's word for it, ten thousand of the faithful pledged tearful allegiance.
But when Lilian Harvey arrived in Hollywood, she greeted the climate with a smile that warmed all hearts. It was a happy
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landing, and a regal one. For Lilian's entrance was that of a real movie star. There were the forty trunks— well, twenty anyway — the French maid; the low, rakish, specially built, glistening white foreign racer; the smartly uniformed chauffeur; and Josef Strassner, designer-by-appointment-to-Milady, who creates all that she wears from shoes to hats.
Lilian is sufficiently the star to regard such an entourage as all-in-the-day's-work. There's no swank about it. She has been a Grade h. celebrity too long, despite her scant twentythree years. Years, incidentally, that she doesn't look.
For Lilian has poise, but no pose. She is utterl} natural, yet in odd contradiction to her seeming self-sureness, she possesses an ingenuous quality of wide-e\'ed innocence and surprise. Those wide eyes, by the way, are set at the slight suspicion of angle, which might suggest Garbo, except for the piquant oval of her face. Her eyes are a clear, corn-flower blue, and the special blondeness of her fluffy hair is a natural blondeness. {Continued on page g2)