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HOW MUCH DO YOU REALLY KNOW ABOUT OLIVIA DE HAYILLAND. OUR NEW "GIRL ON THE COVER"?
OLIVIA MARY DE HAVILLAND, whose birthplace was Tokyo, and whose descent is English, is without a doubt a rare example of Hollywood glamour maiden. She is sensitive, thoughtful, keen-witted, a gentlewoman— in addition to being a GradeA beauty. Her friends shake their collective heads and say that Olivia is in the wrong business for the full development of such tender traits. You see, she is spiritual; Hollywood is materialistic. Perhaps, like fine china and to protect this spirit, Livvy should wear a tag marked "Handle with care — Fragile — de Havilland." Although her beauty, as recorded on the screens of a thousand motionpicture theaters, is every bit as exJ[uishe and dainty as Haviland china, or which she is not named, Olivia Mary de Havilland is far from dainty in her appetite. She gloats over roast beef — it's the English in her — roast lamb, beets, corn, baked apples, cereals. And she shares in common with America's Number One acknowledged sweetheart, Miss Shirley Temple, a fondness for spinach. Of all things!
Like Shirley, she does not barge around much to night clubs, preferring to listen — unlike Miss Temple — to the sweet strains of symphonies, concerts, and other forms of artistic expression. She even likes to read books. (My, my, Hollywood, do you hear that?) "Singing in the Wilderness," "Of Mice and Men" or the fragile verses of Elinor Wylie are her favorites. She wrinkles her nose, short and shapely, and a disturbing dimple to the right shows, at the idea that she is "high-brow.
. Men, she has discovered, after three brief but enlightening years in Hollywood as a filmster, don't like intellectual girls.
So Liwy is smart enough to make capital of five feet three inches of fairish feminine pulchritude — "I'm down to ninety-nine pounds now, and I don't like it," she says — a pair of chocolate-colored eyes, curling dark hair, laughing lips. All these valuable feminine assets have won her a starring contract with the astute Warner Brothers, for whom she has made a baker's dozen, more or less, of films. Most important were those with Errol Flynn — five in all — among them "Captain Blood," "Charge of the Light .'Adventures of Robin Hood, — ' "r — '
Brigade,'
and "Four's a
Crowd." Her latest, "Head Over Heels," is with Dick Powell.
As a self-analyst, Liwy is at the
head of her class. She worries about
herself so much — in a nice way, of
course — about the way her eyes photograph when she is
weary, who stole the bonbons from her night-table, and
that her friends worry about her.
Totaled, her friends' worries amount to one big question mark: Will Liwy find a man worthy of her love? A husband, they mean. None of those Grand Romances for Their Liwy. Liwy is rather curious about it too. But she doesn't worry about Romance. She's had a taste of it, thanks, and finds it very nice. At seventeen she was Madly in Love.
Now, at twenty-two — July 1st was her birthday — she can look quite calmly upon the empire-rocking emotion. Because her face is so patently seraphic, the film yokels find it hard to believe that Liwy has known the grande passion. Liwy's answer to those who find fun in discussing old amours is silence. It's a potent weapon at all times, she has found. (Continued on page 71)