Photoplay (Jan-Jun 1962)

him and Natalie rose as high as a Thor missile. “Exactly why Bob and Natalie separated, I don’t know,” says her mother. “I can only hope this isn’t permanent. I know Bob has cabled her from Europe. She has not told me if she replied and I have not asked her. I would like her to be back with him. You see, her father and I have been very happy. My oldest daughter, Teddy, has had a very happy marriage. It’s what I want for Lana, too, of course. But for Natalie it is most important, just because she is so sensitive.” What Mrs. Gurdin doesn't say is what Hollywood feels: Warren Beatty is a very sharp young man. He is a very ambitious one, too. Natalie is fiercely ambitious and has been since she discovered acting at the age of four. People may have forgotten that until she was in junior high school she dressed like a child. This was quite deliberate, since child roles were what she was in demand for — until she grew up on screen in “Rebel Without a Cause.” She was seventeen then, and that was when she took up smoking. The reason she took up smoking was because she thought it would help her characterization. Natalie is an actress. She is simply superb in “Splendor in the Grass” and “West Side Story.” And like all good actresses, she uses everything to further her art. This is nothing against her. She has seen her older sister’s sedate marriage and she knows that isn’t the life for her. She is delighted that Lana, who once didn’t want to act. is now following in her career footsteps. She and Warren are vitally interested in Lana’s career, and when she had to read for a part on a recent try-out. they rehearsed her for more than a week. “She’s an independent little person and I’m terribly proud of her,” says Natalie warmly of her little sister. Warren has openly admitted that he loves publicity — and what actor doesn’t. He gives that appealing smile of his and says, “I love to talk about myself.” And there is nothing quite so good for publicity as a fine romance. But remember this, there is nothing less good for an ambitious young actor’s career than a wife. Yes, Natalie and Warren seem to be madly, wonderfully — and publicly — in love. But marriage? Judging from what Natalie’s mom and sister have to say, it’s not imminent. They want Natalie to be happy. If Warren can make her happy, then he’ll get their cheers. But from my viewpoint, it looks as if Warren will have a hard time winning them away from the Wagner camp. — Rosa Magaro Natalie is in “Splendor in the Grass,” Warners, and U.A.’s “West Side Story.” DEBBIE REYNOLDS Tv Continued from page 35 don’t believe in divorce. And I don’t believe in married women dating. That is why this has to be the shortest story on record. When should a married woman date? My answer is never ! To me, there is no such thing as a socalled innocent date for a married woman. Of course, I exclude a business lunch with your agent or your income tax man — or an interviewer. But a dinner date or a party date, the so-called harmless dates when your husband is out of town — never. I don’t believe there can be sucb a thing. And my husband Harry feels the same way I do. When I was in Montrose, Colorado, making “How the West Was Won,” I called up Harry one night. I was very lonesome for him and I knew he was very lonesome for me. He was home watching television when I called. “Harry,” I said, “why don’t you call up ? Ask her out to dinner. I know she’s very lonesome. I think it would cheer both of you to go out to Chasen’s and see people.” I was referring to one of my best girlfriends who was in Hollywood. She was separated from her husband and. I knew, miserable. She is also very attractive. But that didn’t enter my mind. She was a friend I trusted dearly. The same as I trust Harry. Soon I found myself pleading with Harry to date my friend. He not only refused but he refused firmly. Then I thought, how can I argue with him? He thinks exactly as I do. We dropped it right then and there — and I know I’ll never ask him again. Happy that I don’t have to. P Maybe in this sophisticated world of show business, Harry and I sound oldfashioned for even thinking this way. Maybe we are — and maybe that is why we fell in love. Harry and I have careers in different worlds — show business and shoe business. He runs more than three hundred shoe stores in fifteen western states. All movies are not made in Hollywood. There are times when we are separated. I suppose no one could validly criticize us if we had dinner dates with old friends, mutual friends. But we never do. When Harry is out of town on business, 1 devote my time to the children and the Thalians. If I have to go out — for any reason — I make sure — absolutely sure — that I go out with a crowd — my friends and Harry’s friends. Both Harry and I are fairly well-known around Hollywood. If either of us had a dinner date with an old friend in a public restaurant, what’s to stop an aggressive press agent for the restaurant — not meaning any harm — from using the dinner twosome as a means of getting his cafe mentioned in the gossip columns? Most columnists I know would check me immediately before using such an item — but there are always a few who won’t. How a marriage ends Harry and I are both wise to the ways of Hollywood publicity. I don’t think — in fact, I know — nothing like that would cause a stir in our home. But both Harry and I know many a Hollywood couple now divorced whose marriage started slipping from the moment of the first gossip item. How many of you divorcees reading this can remember what first caused your marriage to disintegrate? Was it a chance remark from a bridge partner? Or a catty dig from some scheming woman? If delivered with the right inflection of voice, just the bare fact that your husband picked up the local beauty at the station, gave her a ride home and dropped her at her own curbside can sound scandalous. Divorce is as prevalent in the suburbs and small towns as it is in Hollywood. The only difference is that our troubles get worldwide headlines — yours little more than bridge table circulation. But the rules of behavior are the same. The so-called innocent dates can be ralionalized and justified with volumes of words and logical explanations. Even saints have been plagued with temptations. Temptation, in all forms, is part of normal living. But giving in to it is another thing. Much of my mail comes from young girls — some married, some not — who ask me how to resist temptation, especially in the form of an especially attractive man. I have a stock answer — although I don't consider myself the new Dorothy Dix in any way. I say the best way to avoid temptation is to keep away from the places where you know it’s sure to be found. Theologians put it another way: To avoid sin, avoid the occasions of sin. I’ve always been grateful that I had strong religious training in my childhood. I think it’s the one shield, the one buffer against the so-called Hollywood life. The easiest thing to lose in Hollywood is your sense of values. I’ve been through a lot but I don’t think that I can ever lose my perspective, my sense of values. Maybe that is why my husband and my children come first with me — then my career. When my career starts getting in the way of the real things in life, then I hope I have the integrity to re-examine myself. Drinking is a way of life for some people in Hollywood — as it is in most cities and towns all over the world. I don’t drink. Not that I am against anyone else’s opinion or different thinking, but I feel I have enough exuberance without it. Most married women l know do drink. Without meaning to sound like a temperance lecturer. I say any married woman who does drink is asking for trouble if she dates men other than her husband, no matter how innocent her intentions. Alcohol lowers inhibitions. A woman who drinks on a dinner date with another man can ruin her whole life in one night. I’m not saying this happens every time. Fortunately, it happens rarely, because most wives become extra cautious of alcohol in such situations. Well, as I read this over I see it is not the shortest story on record after all. — as told to Jim Bacon See Debbie in “How the West Was Won,” M-G-M. and “Try, Try Again,” Columbia.