Picture-Play Magazine (1933)

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40 By Samue Richard Mook "l realize now that in Hollywood you can't control your reputation. Well-meaning publicity agents and friends build up stories about you." — Jean Harlow. CHECKING UP ON JEAN Is Harlow really the sizzling gal you see on the screen or is she the gentle, hearth-loving kitten so many fans insist she is? Here's the low-down. WITHOUT fear of contradiction. I'll venture the opinion that Jean Harlow has the most complex personality of any girl in Hollywood. When she made "Hell's Angels" 1 detested her. My confreres sang her praises to me, but their rhapsodies fell on deaf ears. I'd never met her hut I'd seen her, and in my judgment she was merely a glaring exponent of sex appeal. Several mutual friends, in order to convince me of the misapprehension under which T was laboring, endeavored to bring about meetings. 1 didn't want to know her. 'I hen one night the meeting occurred and in live minutes, without the slightest effort on her part or the faintest realization of what she was doing, I was completely captive to her charm. We were at a party in the Hcverly-W'ilshire. It was not long after the tragedy of her husband's death. Suddenly Jean glanced around the room. A wistful expression came into her eyes as she murmured, "I love peoj ile." Recently we sat in one of the publicity offices at the studio and I asked her about that. "I do love people," she said. "None of us is self-sufficient. W'e need people about us. The world can do without any of us, hut we can't do without the world. When I first started in movies, unknown to the public and comparatively unknown in Hollywood, writers were marvelous to me. With the exception of a few little paragraphs in gossip and chatter columns. I don't think an unkind word has ever been written of me. "Whether I'm a great star or an unimportant featured player is beside the point. Whatever position I occupy I feel it is due to the encouragement and good wishes of the people around me. When hundreds of people are wishing you well, sending out happy thoughts in your direction, you can't tell me it doesn't have its effect." "I heard," I interrupted her. "that you said you appreciated a certain flattering story recently written about you which emphasized your sweetness, hut that you didn't feel your publicity should he built along those lines.