Photoplay (Jan-Jun 1960)

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why, why? What’s changed her so much?” Then, one evening, we saw something that gave us a clue at last. We were sitting in the lobby when Eddie and Liz came down, all dressed to go out. They stopped at the desk and Eddie mentioned they were going to a little night club in town. The clerk looked startled for a moment when he heard the name and then said something about it not being a place for “ladies.” Eddie just laughed and turned to go, but Liz didn’t move. She seemed to flush and her eyes began to snap. Another moment passed then she turned on her heels and walked back into the elevator. Eddie stared for a minute and then he shrugged and shook his head as if confused. Well, that was it as far as we were concerned. Everything fell into place, then, like a jigsaw puzzle. It explained the soft voice, the coldness — and everything. I believe Liz Taylor would give almost anything to be considered a lady. And that’s what Liz has been trying to be. Only she’s making a mistake a lot of people make when they try to imitate high society. They think being upper class means having your nose in the air and wearing a look of cool haughtiness in public, even going as far as Liz went toward her own husband and children. Whereas a real lady can be the warmest, most down-to-earth person in the world. In quieting down her clothes and manners, Liz also tossed away her warm heart. And so that’s why she must have left the party. She had tried to look so well for the occasion, so much like a lady, but instead had failed. She was the only one who had had so much jewelry on — even the most socially prominent woman wore just a wedding ring and a pearl bracelet. And also, unlike the rest of the women, she had not been able to talk about all the subjects an aristocratic, well-educated lady usually knows about. Liz has just never had this kind of education. And I think she’s very conscious of it. Before we had much chance to confirm or deny this theory, Liz and Eddie and the kids packed up and left for England. We forgot all about it, until a few months later when I happened to read a piece by their English chauffeur. Liz had evidently told him: “I want the boys to be little gentlemen. Make sure they always say ‘please’ and ‘thank you.’ Don’t let them argue with you.” It fitted in perfectly. And the chauffeur told a sad little story, too, about how Mike Wilding, Liz’ second husband and father of her sons, was invited to dinner with her and Eddie, because that was the “civilized” thing to do. Nobody relaxed for a minute that evening, he said, including the kids, who were hustled in and out, allowed just to shake hands with their own father, and then rushed off before their company manners could disappear! And all the papers went on saying how soberly Liz was beginning to dress. 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