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Barbara Stanwyck is through with heart-break, done with marriage. She looks ahead now to a life of fun, laughter, kite flying, doughnuts and acting
By George Stevens
Barbara has found herself only in the last few months. Before that her life was a bewildering affair of strenuous selfteaching, of adjustment, of recovering from one hurt after another. She spent those years finding out the way of the wealthy — digging with unaccustomed hands her little niche in the city of Hollywood.
But in everyone's life there is a month, or a week, or a day, in which all the crazy unconnected happenings come suddenly together and make a pattern; they fit, somehow, and the rest is clear. It takes either a cold shower or a hard blow to bring a woman out of her fog. Both work just as well.
Barbara met, loved, married, and divorced Frank Fay. . . .
His only importance now, so far as she is concerned, is that he snapped her out of illusion and bewilderment. " I went away to the desert in September," she said, "so I wouldn't bother anyone. There's nothing so boring to people as a moping woman, and I didn't want to be a bore. Anyway, when I came back the whole thing was over and my mind was clear again. I knew what I wanted and what I must do. I was — and am — secure and confident."
Which is the 1936 way of spelling Barbara Stanwyck. There is about her a new aura: she has a new wisdom, a new tolerance. She is surprised by nothing and awed by no one — yet life elates her. There is nothing blase about her attitudes because she has a natural excitement at living; she's a young and inherently gay person, with the same need for laughter that typifies her race. The Irish are subject to periodic melancholia, but more often they wear a mad grin — and Barbara is Irish.
Having fixed herself up economically with trust funds and annuities, she's ready to start getting something out of life. She doesn't want marriage, for obvious reasons — but she'll probably change her mind later on. [ please turn to page 90 ]
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What does the future hold for a girl whose courage has transformed her from the shy, silent, inconspicuous person of a year ago into the dazzling young star of today?
To a Hollywood accustomed to look affectionately upon these tempestuous red heads as their happiest married couple, Barbara's divorce from Frank Fay was a shock
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