Photoplay (Jul-Dec 1951)

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I know the truth about LIZ AS A BACHELOR GIRL BY HEDDA HOPPER Liz shares apartment with Peggy Rutledge , who acts as companion and secretary. Girls cook breakfast — the only meal they have at home She always has had someone to pick up after her. Now Liz has to learn to take care of herself. Liz appears next in M-G-M's “ Love Is Better Than Ever' ’ “Right now Pm on a strictly no-spending campaign she says. “For the first time I know the value of money — and realize I haven't got much ” Elizabeth TAYLOR had been a bachelor girl only a little while when I dropped by her new apartment on Wilshire Boulevard. I was her first guest. It was Sunday morning, she was wearing an exquisite negligee left over from her trousseau, and feeling mighty low. A touch of virus, she said. “How do you like being a bachelor girl?” I asked. “I don’t know,” Elizabeth replied. “I haven’t gotten used to it yet. But I thought if I ever was to stand on my two feet, this was the time to do it.” “The main thing is — are you happy?” “Yes,” said Elizabeth quickly and defiantly. “This is your Aunt Hedda asking,” I reminded her. “Well,” she backtracked in a sad little voice, “I am happy. But I am not nineteen happy, Hedda.” I’ve known Elizabeth ever since she was a beautiful child of six and her movie-minded mother brought her to my ( Continued on page 83)