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GREAT LADY
Hearts may break and hopes go tumbling, but life ccrn'f rob Gar bo of her dream
BY MARIANNE
THIS is the story of a little girl who once lived in far off Sweden and who longed, more than anything else in the world, to become a great lady. The child's name was Greta Gustafsson; although later we came to know her as Greta Garbo (but that was after her dream came true and she had attained the coveted position called "great"). We were happy about her success on the screen, happy that fame and fortune had brought her an adoring public . . . and sad . . . when we had to stand by and watch her learn that being a great lady is satisfactory only when someone else very dear is glad about it, too. But when she was a little girl, long ago in Sweden, she hadn't discovered that a coach and four might as well be a pumpkin if you have to ride in it alone. So she was very happy.
"Read it again," she would plead, as she sat with her
mother before the huge fireplace in the kitchen of the comfortable house in Stockholm.
"My dear, I've read it so many times," the mother would protest wearily; though she always smiled and reopened the book to another old Norse fairy tale, or to another chapter in the life of the "divine" Sarah. (Sarah Bernhardt was always called divine by those who worshiped her.) This was little Greta's favorite book.
"I'm going to be like her," she would cry vehemently. "I'm going to be exactly like her! Then all men will love me, too, and send me flowers and I shall have gold and silver dresses and a great deal of handsome jewelry." Or, if it were a Norse fairy tale, the blue eyes would become pensive and she would murmur dreamily, "But I shall love only one man and I shall tell my maid to throw away all the flowers except his. Even after they have withered, I will keep them in a little gold box so that when I am very old I can show them to my children and tell them that in all the world there never was a love as great as ours and that as long as we lived, we were each other's very best friend."
The mother looks down at the thin gawky little body, into the enormous blue eyes so earnest and alive, and she says, "Yes, yes, little one, you will be great, I'm sure of that. And I would like to go along and guide you when you come to rough places, but because you are great,
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ILLUSTRATED BY VI NCENTINI
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