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FORMULA FOR
By PAULINE SWANSON
■ Everything she is, everything she has, she owes to work and an unshakable belief that life is what you make it — Read what radiantly lovely Paulette Goddard has to say about the three vital questions in a woman's life
CHARLIE CHAPLIN'S car drove up to the entrance of the Philharmonic auditorium in Hollywood on that night a few weeks ago when the Monte Carlo Ballet Russe opened its annual engagement in the film city.
The doorman sprang to open the door, and an audible sigh burst from the onlookers as Paulette Goddard, unbelievably beautiful, stepped out.
She was wearing an adaptation of the fiesta gowns of old Spain — tiers of black lace, cut to reveal her perfect figure, her bronzed mid-riff shining bare above the voluminous skirt. No detail of the picture was missing. On her hands were black lace mittens. In her coppery hair a single red flower was clipped into the folds of a matching lace mantilla.
The fans leaning against the ropes along the passageway to the theater weren't the only ones who gasped as they watched.
A film producer and his wife, half way up the aisle, turned and looked at Paulette critically, quite unabashed, as she passed them. (In Hollywood, one rule of Emily Post has been abolished: staring is not rude, but a compliment.)
"She's radiant!" the producer said aloud.
"Why shouldn't she be," his wife said less audibly, "she's had all the breaks."
Now let it be said for the record that Paulette Goddard, who has every motion picture director and radio producer in Hollywood bidding for her service, who presides so graciously — in an aura of success and beauty and wealth — at Charlie Chaplin's "white house on the hill" has had none of the "breaks".
She was born in a modest section of teeming New York City, one of millions of girls who must fight for a chance. Her parents were poor. She had no distinguished friends. No pull. She had the barest public school education. She was working at sixteen — at the hardest job in the world, that of a chorus girl in a Broadway show.
She was pretty then, blonde and vivacious — but no prettier than the other girls in the chorus. She is spectacularly beautiful now. Where are those other girls in the "line"? Perhaps they were not willing, as Paulette was, to study themselves and then to
As one of radio's most popular guest stars, Paulette shows the same vitality and buoyancy that won her Charlie Chaplin's love.
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