Photoplay (Jan-Jun 1961)

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In February 1922, Gloria Swanson gave this interview to Photoplay’s correspondent, Adela Rogers St. Johns. We think you’ll agree after reading the following selections that it might be written today. — EVELYN PAIN, EDITOR Gloria Swanson kicked back almost viciously the gold and green silken train of her negligee that had wrapped itself about her exquisite, tiny feet and her perfect ankles. One tiny strong hand — her hands look strong enough to stop the rush of a tiger, yet they are very small — shoved back the thick mass of her mahogany hair, that falls in short, thick curls to her shoulders. “No woman in the world is ever happy with a man unless that man is her master — her master. No woman is happy without a master. No woman can love a man who is not her master. “There you have the whole thing — the bitter, deep, spreading, hidden cancer of the unrest of the modern woman. “He may be her slave — her adorer — her devoted seiwant, but, at the same time, he must be her master. “And let me tell you this, either the American man has got to assert his mastery, has got to rise and conquer woman and make her realize that his is the superior being and that she must be big enough and fine enough and loving enough to make him happy — or in a hundred years this country will have gone back to the days of the Amazon and woman will rule by right of might and not, as she now does, by the tyranny of the weak over ( Continued on page 78)