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Story of Luise Rainer
Beginning the amazing story of the Viennese madcap, who, in two pictures has scored the greatest hit since Greta Garbo
By Adele Whitely Fletcher
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ILLUSTRATED BY FRANK GODWIN
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wood. But Luise only turned a little frantic with her shyness. Her eyes grew wide and dark. And whispering a dozen breathless thank-yous she backed away.
I watched Luise again when a waiter passed the cocktails. She shook her head. And when a famous star, sipping her Martini, asked Luise if she never drank she shook her head a second time, vehemently, and announced "I do not like drunken women!" But there was something about her simple directness which kept her from sounding either rude or bold.
For a time Luise's studio tried to influence her personal wardrobe. They suggested it would be appreciated if she would wear something besides pajamas and loose coats and if occasionally she could endure a hat. One particular day they grew quite firm about all this. Meekly, so meekly that those who knew Luise should have been warned, she promised. The
The other girls wore evening dresses, but Luise rode in on her bicycle, wearing her oldest clothes and looked straight into the eyes of the handsomest boy in Vienna
morning following there was consternation in the Front Office. Luise was walking around the studio streets, and making a very thorough canvass of all of them, wearing a flowing chiffon gown, a floppy picture hat, spike heels, and earrings and pearls.
"They did not think it was so funny!" Luise laughed again telling me about it. "But for me it was funny. And most satisfactory, too, because now they talk and talk no more about how I should wear such clothes and not such other clothes.
"And," she said, delighted, "I must laugh twice because now some people they must like the way I dress because they copy me. That is how it is when you are yourself. It comes out all right. And besides, never are you uncomfortable because you are you. And you are sure."
To attempt to change Luise Rainer would be as futile as building a restraining wall on shifting sands. The things she does today aren't Hollywood born, they aren't part of any circus of being a star. Even when she was a very little girl it was the same. She never has been one to lit neatly into the conventional pattern. And it'> most unlikely that in any true sense she ever will.
Little Luise, only four years old, was playing that she was the sunbeam's shadow. She swayed with it gently, with it she darted across the room and [ PLEASE TURN TO PAGE S2 ]
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