Photoplay (Jul - Dec 1931)

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She also gave music and language lessons. IT was in Vancouver that she met Count Zarnardi Landi and married him (she was by now separated from Richard). Deciding that it was wrong to deny Elissa and P'rancis their birthright, she went with her husband to Austria in 191 1. There she met her mother's sister, Queen Marie-Sophia, of Naples, who, when she was shown the pictures of Caroline's children, Elissa and Francis, was struck by the little girl's resemblance to Empress Elizabeth and by the Hapsburg expression on the little boy's face. But all of the lawyers' entreaties to the court — the Emperor was very ill at the time — brought Caroline nothing but an offer of money. She did not want money, only recognition, and it was for that reason that she wrote her book to present her case before the public. Suppressed in Italy and France, it was at last published in England in 1914. In the meantime, Elissa and her brother were brought to London, and from then on you know the story of Elissa, her success as a novelist, her sudden rise to fame upon the stage, her marriage to John Lawrence, an English barrister, her coming to America to play the lead on the stage in "A Farewell to Arms," and her being signed to star in films. Elissa's mother, who is still alive, says in her memoirs that she looks forward to "the day when my book will be in the hands of the reading public which will be, I am sure, an impartial judge towards me and a generous protector of my children." But Elissa, instead of being admitted to the court of Austria, her rightful place, according to her mother, was admitted to the court of Hollywood. An interesting sidelight is that her grandmother, the Empress, was related to the Archduke Franz-Ferdinand whose assassination at Sarajevo began the World War. And thus is Elissa explained. Thus are her great charm, her poise, her beauty and her subtle arrogance more understandable. I shall never forget my first meeting with her. She had come in from horseback riding, which she loves, and was lounging in a suit of green pajamas against a divan across which a large beige fur rug had been thrown. I felt immediately the strange vitality of the woman — I felt more than our conversation warranted, for she did not talk a great deal and she was reluctant to admit her great passion for music and her lust for beautiful words. Since writing was first with her, it is that she loves more than acting. She spoke dramatically of the glory of living in a secret world, of one's own creating, a world the doors of which may be locked from the inside without fear of there being a duplicate key. "pLISSA has a great many things to do. She ■'—'must be a good actress, since she has chosen that, but she must also write, since she must. Seven hours sleep is enough for her because she takes plenty of moderate exercise. She stores up her health for the jobs ahead of her. Because she does not like people in crowds and she is bored by big parties, she is fearful lest she become a crank. She likes people singly or in twos. Hers is a rich and full life because it is the life of the mind. It is impossible to give a picture of so complex a woman. But certainly she does not belie her noble birth. Sure, calm, poised, intelligent, beautiful, glamorous, altogether lovely, Elissa is, and I feel that her grandmother, the Empress Elizabeth of Austria would, had she lived, have been proud to claim her as her own! The Man Who Tried to Elope With Garbo [ CONTINUED FROM PAGE 33] these things as Greta's friend. That Greta, the most exotic star of them all, lived a life apart from the film colony — an existence quieter than the most obscure shop girl. I learned that if I wanted to continue being Greta's pal, I, too, must live a life apart. That I must not allow outsiders to know that I even existed. It would be suicide for me if the world discovered that Greta Garbo had a boy friend. "But being with Greta was worth it, and I forgot everything and everybody for her! "As time went on Greta occasionally introduced me to an acquaintance. I urged her to be nice to them. To invite them to her house. To go with me to call upon them. I particularly liked Jacques Feyder, the French motion picture director. Greta and I often dropped in on him and his wife. Soon Greta commenced to grow very fond of them. She also took a great liking to Mr. Berthold Viertel, the German director, and his wife. It wasn't long before she was seeing more of them than she was of me. "As time went on it seemed as though I was always waiting for Greta Garbo! Waiting for a chance to find her at home! Waiting for a chance to talk with her on the telephone ! "T SPENT long hours waiting in my little ■*• rented room. I commenced to think of my father and my mother and my home in Stockholm. I longed to shoulder a gun, call my dogs and go hunting in the forest on our estate north of Gothenburg. "My mother was urging me to come home. News of my sister's engagement and approaching marriage decided me to go. "It was very hard for me to leave Greta." I saw tears fill his eyes as he turned his head away. " But I am going. It is the best way. "Her contract will soon be up and then she, too, may come home. For she, too, is tired of Hollywood. Tired of making pictures that she does not want to make. Tired of living the life of a hermit! "So I will keep on waiting for her. Hoping that when she returns, she will be the old mischievous, rollicking Greta I used to know." Then Soren bade me goodbye. I had not expected to see him again. And here he was, asking if he could have a few words with me. WE sat down on the couch. His words tumbled out in excited confusion. Garbo, it seemed, did not like the picture about to go into production. Soren said it was a silly modern version of "Sappho." Greta did not want to do it! And she did not like Clarence Brown, the director. She was sick and tired of the whole picture business. Sick of Hollywood ! She wanted to go home. Soren said it now seemed quite possible that Garbo would sail on the same boat on which he had booked passage. Slip quietly out of Hollywood, taking only a few of her belongings so as to arouse no suspicion ! Often she went away on trips. No one would suspect. For thirty days no one in the world — except the few on shipboard — would know where Greta Garbo had gone. She would remain in hiding on the boat until they were far at sea. What a sensation there would be when the world discovered that Garbo had fled from Hollywood ! Long into the night Soren talked. I was to be the only person in Hollywood to know of