Photoplay (Jul-Dec 1944)

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lane With at 5 ijaeakiny ONE of the unenjoyablest evenings I ever spent was when, about a year ago, i went on a chi-chi date, all done up in orchids and satins. Attempting to swish into a swanky night club, I found myself surrounded by Marlene Dietrich, Lana Turner, Rita Hayworth and some other glamorous stars. Which made me look silly and feel sillier. I don’t smoke, don’t drink, was simply out of place and my escort was simply out of money. Which reminds me — one of the biggest mistakes teen-age kids make is spending too much money. A fellow can take a girl out and have an awfully good time on three or four dollars — maybe less. There isn’t any need to put on a big show by spending twenty-five. I’ve got smart enough to know that I can have better fun by going to a movie and enjoying a soda afterwards then I can by going to Mocambo or the Cocoanut Grove. I’ve learned there isn’t any point in rushing things. Quna -flltijion ipaaking : FEW teen-agers make my particular r mistake, but enough of them do, I think, to make a warning worth while: When I was a "middle-aged" teener, I wanted to become a doctor. So I jay While other kids of my age were having fun at football games, dances and parties, I was a bookworm. When I graduated, I had the highest average in my class. So what? So I wish I’d had a high average of dates, beaux, romances — which makes a better basis for living later on. For when I stepped out of my ivory tower in my senior year and went to my first dance, I was shy, gauche, unpopular. My escort gave me the brush-off as soon as he could. No one cut in on me. I was a wallflower, a desperately unhappy one. The result was, I had to work like a stevedore for what should have been a natural course of teen-age events. ixi’ Who says modern youth doesn't give with the truth? l/itginia Weidlet ijaealing: MY worst mistake was never wanting to be me. I was forever copying and imitating older girls, especially movie stars. One day I posed around like Katharine Hepburn; the next day, Joan Crawford; the day after that, I was Bette Davis all over the lot, and so on. The result was that I've had quite a time finding out what I am all about; what I want; what I'm best fitted to do in life and why. I've had to develop a style of dressing, a way of doing my hair, and it had to be my own style and way, not Claudette Colbert's or Veronica Lake's. It's all right to be a chameleon if you were born a chameleon . . . it's very confusing to be a chameleon when you were born a girl.