Motion Picture Magazine (Aug 1928-Jan 1929)

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By RUTH BIERY Above and below is Clara Bow (poem) ; and a few of the men who have meant something in her young life. From left to right they are: Gary Cooper, Gilbert Roland, Ben Lyon and Victor Fleming without THE kind of girl men never forget. We had often heard this appellation for Clara Bow. Her thirty-six thousand fan letters last month proved that she is the kind of girl that men like to remember. Yet we could never understand why men feel this way about Clara until we sat on the beach before her Malibu home one windy, high-tide afternoon and listened to her relate her heart-life story .Her breeze-rumpled hair, a riot of waves as free as the waves of the sea beneath us; her two-petal lips as red as the underlining of the sun-reflected cloud above us; her almost bare body as brown as the sand about us — she personified love as mysteriously and elusively as the Chinese sage personifies the unfathomed secrets of the Orient. Yet she talked of love as frankly as you or I would talk of ways and means of earning our bread and butter. "Why, of course, I'll tell you my love-life story. There is no secret about it. "When I was sixteen we moved to Sheepshead Ray, Brooklyn. Until that time I had been just one of the gang with a big mob of boys. When one of thrm tried to kiss me, I slapped him because he had thought me different enough from r een ^ut One the others to want to try it. "But in Sunday School, at Sheepshead, I met a tall, blond, terribly good-looking fellow named Billy Burns. All the girls were crazy about him. He was the head of the Boy Scouts and came from one of the wealthiest families. I came from one of the poorest. He liked me. We started meeting each other after Sunday School, then on week days after school. We'd go to the beach and ride on 44