Picture-Play Magazine (1933)

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59 invariably in the wrong. Conscience bothers them, and forces them into heated denials." As soon as John Farrow returned, and reunion in Hollywood had been celebrated, Maureen gave Jimmy Dunn his leave. Now Jimmy is a decent chap, yet I could never see him as a suitable partner for Maureen. They think worlds apart. "Jimmy is very sincere," said Maureen. "Beneath his seeming lightness he is very earnest. I like him a lot," she added, employing some of his reputed earnestness, "but I don't see him as often as last year." Last year she'll never see again. But she can contemplate the experiences she got from its crowded events. She deserted her country asylum and returned to the Garden of Allah. Now don't regard Maureen as some strange misfit, morbid and given to brooding. If she likes to be alone, she is alone in a very healthy way. She does not miss people. "Even when my mother left me to return to Europe," she explained, "I did not feel the least bit sad. And surely I ought to have felt something. I love my parents very, very dearly ; but I don't miss them, though a continent and an ocean divide us. "Yes, I do love people," she went on, somewhat paradoxically. "Only I'm always afraid that if 1 see them very frequently, I'll get to like them too well." I once gave her some poems of William Blake to read. Later she pointed out one of them which had aroused an inner response. "Why was I born with a different face? Why am 1 not like the rest of my race?" Tbc other Blake poems were left unstudied. Talking of books, P. G. Wodehouse dedicated his latest novel to Maureen. Wodehouse and his wife and daughter visited Hollywood last year. Being friends of Mr. Farrow, they instantly became friends of Maureen, and as instantly adored her — as every one must. For the summer she has taken a house by the sea. Its solitude appeals to her. And there, for the time, we leave the O'Sullivan. Alone in the world, according to her — except for indispensable Kay, indispensable swimmings with Weissmuller, and the indispensable companionship of the still more indispensable John Farrow. It seems that their reunion is permanent. Me! // Continued from page 17 My wife and mother seem determined to take from me the vestige of glory accruing from making my own way at an early age. The latter seems desirous of giving the impression I was raised in the lap of luxury, and the former, for various reasons, is more than willing to believe it. In fact, Dixie, in an article she wrote recently, came out boldly and said that my early jobs were figments of my imagination. I regard such utterances on the part of my family as base calumny. I was raised in a family in comfortable but moderate circumstances. Although the necessities of life were always provided, spending money was never forthcoming. Being a young fellow who liked to get around, see all the new shows and, on Saturday nights, whisk over the .waxed floors of the local dance emporium with the chickadee of the moment, it became incumbent on me at an early age to rustle around each week and snag a few bucks. I sold newspapers and magazines, mowed lawns, cut wood, picked apples, sold magazine subscriptions, worked in a law office, janitored in a man's club and pursued a variety of occupations. In view of what I mentioned earlier in this article concerning my aversion to work, this seems incomprehensible. The only explanation T can offer for my industry is that I hated being broke worse than I hated labor. I am forever bordering on the abyss of obesity. I have attempted many diets to overcome this dangerous inclination, but nothing helps. I weigh one hundred sixty-eight pounds and can't whack off an ounce, although I exercise religiously and energetically. I am self-conscious to an extreme, although man}' people have told me I do not betray it. On the stage or over the air I seldom feel confident that I'm getting over, and, being naturally indolent, generally fail to take any steps about it. In conclusion, I consider myself one of the luckiest of men. I have a lovely wife, a baby — lusty of lung and giving great promise of being quite a singer — a couple of good jobs lined up and a few bucks salted away against my declining years. Having done nothing to merit all these things, I can only attribute their possession to the prayers of my mother, with a little blind luck thrown in on the side. Clean Out Your Kidneys . . .WIN BACK YOUR PEP Good Kidney Action Purifies Your Blood— Often Removes the Real Cause of Getting Up Nights, Neuralgia and Rheumatic PainsQuiets Jumpy Nerves and MaKes You Feel 10 Years Younger. 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