Photoplay (Jul-Dec 1947)

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George Sanders, the man who said he hated women, is learning too late what one woman — his wife — really meant to him By Harriet Eaton GEORGE SANDERS, the most mysterious and close-mouthed actor in Hollywood, who convinced many people he meant all the cynical things he has said about women, has broken his ten-year silence because of the break-up of his marriage. After a secret courtship followed by seven years of an equally secret marriage, his wife suddenly left him last December. “I didn’t give, you see,” George told a friend. “I only took.” This does not sound remotely like the George Sanders about whom Hollywood has puzzled ever since his arrival from England ten years ago. Depending upon the point of view, he has been called a difficult personality and a provocative personality ... a bitterly scathing talker and a brilliant talker. And always he has hidden his innermost feelings; frequently with a curt, “That’s none of your business.” No more, however. Today he says: “Since the break-up of my marriage, friends have tried to Elsie Sanders discovered waiting / console me by saying there are as good fish in the sea as ever came out of it . . . “I wonder about that ... I really wonder . . His friends are amazed at the change in him. Not many are his friends, actually, for during his years in Hollywood he has gone out of his way not to make friends. He has been very frank about this too. “I am always rude to people, I’m afraid,” he told a writer whom he had just met. “I don’t put on the prop smile and oblige. I just look frightfully busy. I am not a sweet person. I am a disagreeable person.” However, George’s few friends insist it was not because of any wish to be disagreeable that he kept his wife in the background — and so finally lost her. He did this, they say, rather out of his love for her. He wished her to stay the way she was — simple, unaffected, truly a woman. When he left the studio for home he wanted her to be waiting for him, bringing him everything a man could ask for: Serenity, peace, ( Continued on page 70) 35