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HERSELF TO PIECE
WHEN A WOMAN FACES HER MIRROR SHE DROPS ALL PRETENSES AND TELLS THE TRUTH ABOUT HERSELF. SO IT IS WITH PAULETTE GODDARD IN THIS INTERVIEW. FACE TO FACE WITH HERSELF SHE TELLS EVERYTHING BUT WONT AFFIRM OR DENY THAT SHE'S MRS. CHAPLIN
By GLADYS HALL
PAULETTE was sitting in front of the pier-glass in her dressing-room on the Paramount lot, between scenes for The Ghost Breakers. Now, when a woman is facing her mirror, and no matter how innately secretive she may be, pretenses drop away and she usually tells the truth about herself. For there she is, face to face with herself, as she sees herself . . . and if she is an analytical woman, as Paulette is, she usually goes deeper than a skin-deep appraisal of herself. So it was that before mid-afternoon dimmed to twilight which brought out the rich russet of the Goddard hair, the sapphire blue of the Goddard eyes, that dressing-room of hers became a confessional wherein more than the secrets of the dressing-table were revealed. . . .
It all began with a skin-deep appraisal, so to speak — with Paulette telling me how tired she gets of her face. Then, as one word led to another, the complex character and temperament, the faults and virtues, the hates and tendernesses of Paulette tumbled out, in somewhat confusing profusion. . . .
"Great Heavens," she said, after we'd got through
the preliminary how-are-yous and were settled down to coffee and cigarettes (couldn't help noticing all the smart gadgets . . . nail-studded huarachas on her feet, trick knitting-bag, portable radio, things like that) "Great Heavens, I get so tired of seeing this same face all the time. I look at myself and think, do I have to look at that again? It's very true in me, it'sa very deep reaction, this feeling of boredom I have at the monotony of always seeing the same face.
"I'd have arranged things differently if I'd been doing it," laughed Paulette. "I'd have allowed for seasonal changes of face or exchangeable noses or chameleon eyes or something various. A sort of a lending library of faces ! ( Never-A-Dull-Moment Goddard, her friends call her.)
"I abhor monotony . . . things happen to me. My life has been so hectic and so varied that I never had to linger long over anj one phase of it. Even as a child, you know, I never stayed long in any one place. My mother's business necessitated constant traveling and until I went to Mt. St. Dominican, the convent school in [Continued on page 90]
Paulette has always been unconventional, is not the type to follow customary, obvious routines. Here she goes barefooted while boating with Charlie Chaplin