Photoplay (Jul-Dec 1948)

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teen-age mistakes ITOW that I am twenty-one and living alone, I can |1 see the mistakes I made as a teen-ager. Mistakes about clothes, friends, love and a number of other important things. First let me say emphatically, I do not agree with those who say the teens are one’s happiest 'years. I found them painful and confusing. When I entered my teens, I was discovered by Hollywood. My parents had been prepared for the possibility that someday I might become a celebrated pianist. But a career in motion pictures was something else again. While they hesitated to consider what was best for me, I screamed and wailed, “I’ll never forgive you if you don’t let me.” I used that battle cry of the teen-ager to the day I moved into my own apartment. My parents have heard me cry out again and again agmnst their efforts to do what was best for me. Clothes provoked the cry. First there was that herd instinct to dress like all the other girls, regardless of how the clothes suited me. Then came the stage when I wanted glamorous clothes. At sixteen I had an awful row with Mother over a cocktail suit I bought. It was heavy brocade in black and deep green. I wore (Continued on page 104) She raised the battle cry of her age — now at twenty-one, she’s solved the parent problem and discovered what all the shouting was about! BY DIANA lYNN The changing years ! Now Diana waits on her parents ! Dancing until three was fun — until she fell flat on her career! 63