Photoplay (Jul-Dec 1963)

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—an exclusive no-holds-barred interview with Bette Davis children, but I can’t tell her whom she should marry. I only hope she chooses wisely. She may not, of course. When one is in love, one can mistake charm and attraction for good character or other qualities, and a mother can’t do very much about it. In fact, adults, too, are often blinded by love.” Miss Davis glanced toward the hall through which her long-legged, handsome daughter, B.D., was passing. B.D. was wearing a black bathing suit that showed a smooth tan, and she looked considerably older and more sophisticated than her sixteen years. “I am incredibly fortunate as a mother,” Miss Davis said. “B.D. has long been a very mature person with good judgment about people. I don’t tell her whom she can go out with or where she should go; although I always know where she goes and when to expect her home.” Moviegoers who saw B.D. in a small role in “What Ever Happened to Baby Jane?” know that she is one of the lucky girls whose style comes from breeding. Hers is the quality that can’t be bought. At an age when girls a generation ago could scarcely leave the house after dark unchaperoned, B.D. goes out with a great many eligible bachelors in their twenties. “I can’t remember exactly when B.D. started having dates because we had no hard and fast rules. I didn’t say, ‘At such and such an age you can go out with boys.’ It just happened gradually. Nor do I object to her dating boys older than she. As a matter of fact, young men in their twenties are much more intelligent dates than younger boys. They are more responsible at that age. I prefer she go with them. “Fathers more often object to older dates for their daughters, but fathers are much less tolerant of the young ( Continued on page 82)