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EVER HEARD OF
When the glamour girls say that about the new Mrs. George Brent it's really sour grapes — and this story tells why
THE Glamour Girls of Hollywood are burning A lit tiegirl they never heard of set the fire. Six months ago she sailed into town from her native Australia and calmly filched from under their turned-up noses the famous young star who had been Ruth Chatterton's husband, Greta Garbo's boy friend, Anita Louise's heart throb and the film colony's nomination for the most eligible but impossible-to-get bachelor!
George Brent is the man. Constance Worth is the girl. Their runaway marriage in Tia Juana, Mexico, a few weeks ago, is still the hot talk of the town.
The sheer impudence of Connie's success where other lassies had failed is what irks and irks plenty. But Connie just smiles sweetly and George grins happily. And the Glamour Girls burn all over again.
"But who is she?" is their lame and late defense "Nobody ever heard of her! What's she got that we haven't?"
I'll grant right off that the new Mrs. George Brent does not
have the brilliant sophistication of Ruth Chatterton. She hasn't a suggestion of the mysterious allure of Carbo. Her physical charms are not in a class with the fragile loveliness of Anita Louise. And her name doesn't — or didn't — mean a thing in Hollywood.
But—
She has charm, a healthy, outdoorsy kind of charm. She has a sense of humor with a wide Irish streak in it. And, she has for a husband, the personable young man the other girls wanted and couldn't get. At least, they didn't in the three years he has been in the marriage market.
Tomeit wasamusing thateven Connie'sownstudio,RKO,knew precious little about their contract player who jumped into the romance headlines with such a bang. They had to dig into biographical files themselves when, hard on the heels of the first rumor of the surprise marriage, I called for routine information.
Connie had, it appeared, played the feminine lead in a "B" or second-class picture called "China Passage" since being put
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