Photoplay (Jul - Dec 1934)

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Who Sits Alone piece of art." Perhaps the women walked on because they feared their own beauty would suffer by comparison. At any rate, no one stopped for long. They spoke to her, marveled at her beauty, then moved on, if possible to a spot where Del Rio still would not be lost from sight. The explanation of their conduct is simple. To the average person, artistic perfection does not seem human. You admire it, praise it, appreciate it, but you do not embrace it. It is put into song by poets and immortalized in stone or on canvas by artists. But that is empty glory to a woman with warmth of spirit and greatness of heart! Watching Del Rio that evening I thought of a night eight years before when she made her first public appearance in Hollywood at the presentation of the thirteen Wampas Baby Stars. The auditorium was jammed with thirty-five hundred cynically critical people. Reassuring applause had greeted each of the five starlets who preceded her on the stage. When Dolores Del Rio walked out to meet the wilderness of faces, a long silence fell. There was no applause. No indication of reassurance or acceptance. She turned, frightened and bewildered, to walk back into As Madame DuBarry, she put in an earnest bid for recognition of her acting talent. The man is Victor Jory the shelter of the wings. Then the tension broke. Applause thundered. Half the audience was on its feet cheering. The master of ceremonies brought her back again and again, to face the thousands who thundered their homage to her beauty for a full seven minutes. But, on leaving the auditorium that night, I heard a woman say, "The Del Rio youngster — she is too beautiful. She is likely [ PLEASE turn to page 119 ] 35