Photoplay (Jan-Jun 1935)

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Who Is Your Husband'. Favorite Actress? And What Are You Going To Do About It? Many a quiet, stay-at-home man goes crazy over Harlow. If your husband comes out of the theater raving about Jean's radiant loveliness and bare shoulders, you should do something about it. And you had better not waste much time Does the man you love walk a mile to see Gaynor on the screen? If he does, look into your own past and present, and govern your future accordingly. There's a reason for his preference, and it's very important to you By Ruth Rankin DOES your husband go out of the theater doing a rave about Mae West or Greta Garbo or Janet Gaynor? Does he keep it up all the way home? And does it quietly burn you to a handsome brown crisp or show up the electrical sparks like a blown-out fuse? Come on now, girls. Don't deny it. I know better. If you don't get mad, either inwardly or visibly, you simply are not human. And if you weren't human, you wouldn't have a man, or go to a movie. Case dismissed. The less you resemble the actress who rates the rave, the madder the whole business makes you. If you are a little bit like her, it's apt to be quite nattering. I know a man who can snap his wife out of her worst peeve by saying, "Take off those whiskers, Joan Crawford, I know you!'' The sages tell us it is fatal to analyze too closely those who have our devotion. So don't put your husband on the pan. Analyze yourself and the woman on the screen who has his admiration. Remember, you can change practically everything else in this life, but you can't change a man. Why not regard your man's enchantment at the hands of his favorite picture-girl as a break for you? It is certainly a perfect indication of his choice, a barometer of his likes and dislikes. Instead of being incensed about it, why not be guided by it? For instance, there is a certain brawny gentleman (you all 28