The Private Life of Greta Garbo (1931)

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Record Details:

Title:
The Private Life of Greta Garbo
Date:
1931
Publisher:
New York: Doubleday
Volume:
The Private Life of Greta Garbo
Leaf #:
000148
Language:
English
Collection:
Hollywood Studio System
Format:
Books
Contributor:
Media History Digital Library
Sponsor:
Media History Digital Library
Coordinator:
Media History Digital Library
Date Added:
May 15, 2025
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THE PRIVATE LIFE OF GRETA GARBO 13 If. highways, under cover of darkness, so she picked out Bel-Air, the most secluded bridle path around Hollywood. Bel-Air is a community of large and beautiful estates, between Beverly Hills and Santa Monica. The Bel-Air stables have both docile and spirited horses that they rent to the public. Their sixtymile bridle path winds over the hills and through shaded woods, far from the main traveled roads. When not working, Garbo rode three and four times each week, sometimes oftener. She usually chose a time around four o’clock in the afternoon, when there were few people out on the trails. No one recognized the tall, slender girl, dressed in gray riding breeches, white silk blouse, tan boots, and beret, with dark glasses shading her eyes, as the famous motion-picture star. “Usually I took her down in the car,” said Gustaf. “Sometimes she drove down herself, in her big Lincoln sedan. She is not a good driver. She would go out of the garage so fast that each time I thought she was going to take off all the fenders. Once or twice I have known her to walk down to the stables. It was a good three miles