Photoplay (Jan - Jun 1943)

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THINGS I DON'T LIKE ABOUT MYSELF I ways planning to do something about it. I gobble food. You'd think I had to catch the Clipper. I'm stubborn. But I'm improving. I realize stubbornness is the strength of weak people and a poor substitute for a strong but flexible mind. So I'm losing my stubbornness fast. A quick temper is one of the things I dislike to own up to, but I've got one. I've got one that when aroused leads me into saying hard, cruel things I regret, in being ruthless when ruthlessness is not really a part of my nature. I'm learning to curb it, I think. At least, I find more and more that I enjoy good sound conversation that tolerates no emotionalism. The object FEBRUARY, 1943 BY OLIVIA it. HAVILLAND (As told to Sara Hamilton) of all intelligent discussions, after all, is to discover the truth of a thing. Truth comes with quiet unemotional reasoning. And quiet reasoning can never be sister to a sharp temper. I like to flirt since flirting comes in the category of "things young ladies should not do." I suppose I should put it down as a black mark. But I still like to flirt and honestly believe most women do, if they'd admit it. I'm gullible. A give-inny when it comes to solicitors or subscription gents. There's something about a subscription list of magazines thrust under my nose that melts my firm intentions like jelly. Today I take more magazines I have no time to read than any ten people in Hollywood. It happens to me all over the place, too. Out for a stroll one afternoon in Washington, D. C, I was approached by a young man who introduced himself as a student from Notre Dame, one of a group, he said, who were assigned to talk to various people about the country, gathering up opinions on current topics and so forth. I stood and looked at him. Something should be done right there, I reasoned, but no, I just stood and looked. "We could really talk much better over a coke," (Continued on page 94) 41