Photoplay (Jan-Jun 1948)

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I could see her point and said I was sorry. “But you did promise that you wouldn’t return to Mexico until you finished your picture, didn’t you?” “Yes,” she answered, “and I kept that promise. I’ve never been so interested in my screen work in my life as I am now. I believe ‘Green Dolphin Street’ is the best thing I have done and I’m restless that the studio hasn’t another picture for me to go into immediately.” I accused her of catching that enthusiasm for work from Ty — and she didn’t deny it. “We talk pictures and performances and stories like a couple of worried old producers,” she laughed. “Even though we found some spare hours for swimming and tennis and aquaplaning the second time I went down to Mexico, Ty never had his mind off his role in ‘Captain from Castile.’ ” I chuckled, “I can’t get over you as a girl athlete, Lana.” “And neither can I,” smiled my girl friend. “You know I’m not athletic — but if I do say so, I was game! Sometimes with dire results! The most awful thing happened on one occasion: I was just learning to stand up on an aquaplane and I was cutting the water behind a speed boat like an expert when suddenly my ‘bra’ strap broke! What else was there for me to do but to let out one shriek, grasp for my swim suit top and fall right off into the water? Was I the discouraged gal athlete?” By telling me of these pranks and jokes, I could see that she was anxious to turn the subject away from anything more about Tyrone and herself. I’m no ogre, and I realized that all Lana could say to me at this time she had said. As for Ty, there is nothing he can say under the circumstances. In spite of the marital estrangement, he is technically a married man until Annabella files her divorce suit. But this I feel I know about him: He is a one-woman man — and the woman in his life right now is Lana. What Annabella will do — and how soon or how late — is the immediate problem. There is no bitterness in her, for she herself told me that her marriage to Tyrone had never been the same since his return from the service. So I sincerely believe that this woman, who commands my greatest respect and admiration, will do nothing to stand in the way of his happiness, for he will always occupy a special and sweet place in her heart. But if she wants to wait and make sure that Ty is on the real road to happiness, who can say that isn’t a very human thing? After all, isn’t all Hollywood guessing about the love story of Tyrone Power and Lana Turner? The End 1/ouW WHISTLE when uou See / a ^ Jlatju ortii in July Photoplay in a j?our-co(or portrait that rea Kij does justice to l er leuuty. p AT