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GINGER ROGERS' Marriage
By Dudley Early
his most outstanding characteristics.
Naturally, now the complexion of the interview was changed. Everything Lew had formerly said took on a new significance. What was previously an ordinary statement took on a note of pathos. Not that he had indicated pathos but under the circumstances everything, even the house itself, the furnishings, a trick cigarette lighter which he had been fooling with, became tinged with it.
Just two years ago thay were married, two young people successful in their work, goodlooking, intelligent above the average; two people the whole world hoped would find happiness in marriage. They, too, were hoping. This home was to be the foundation of their marriage; here they would meet when work was over; here they would live. Beyond, outside that great window lay the outside world, lay the studios, careers — but here was love and the living of not two lives, but of all life, of a man and woman together.
What must all that have meant to Lew Ayres that day? At the risk of being thought maudlin, one can truthfully say that all that surrounds him is but a pile of broken hopes.
"Ginger's a great girl," he said, looking out that window. "Of course, it's a little disturbing never to know when your wife's coming home, seldom even eating dinner with her."
I ventured the question, a very delicate one: "Did her rapid climb to the heights have anything to do with it?"
He shook his head emphatically, knowing exactly what I meant. "I couldn't be jealous of that! She gives so much happiness to so many people! I think it's wonderful."
Then he sounded the keynote to everything: "But she works so hard, rehearsing hour after hour, so that when she comes home she is worn out, no time for anything but rest."
So there it was! Two people, two careers. He, a man with a new job on his hands, needing the help and sympathy of a woman, and when he turned to the one woman to whom he should logically turn, to find himself blocked by another career.
Yet Lew cannot in his heart blame her. He can only say that having so much to give to the world, he could not reasonably expect her not to give it. And there is the tragedy, as he
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must sec it; neither he nor ("linger arc to blame. The) are just two people caught in a swirl larger than their own personal happiness. Both have talent, and that talent demands from them both, to such an extenl that they meet almost as strangers.
His career is at stake now. He admits that he has slipped as an actor. But that has been due largely to his disinclination to be an actor. Getting up from a large sofa on which itkn ro pag
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