Screenland (Nov 1935-Apr 1936)

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A thorough aristocrat, Bob has a sensitive appreciation for good things, and this discriminating taste is shown in all of his personal belongings, from his swanky, lowswung car, to his clothes. He has a large wardrobe, for this is the one extravagance he has indulged since screen success gave him a generous salary. I noticed that all During his boyhood, back in Beatrice, Nebraska, and later, at Pomona College, at Claremont, California, he always confined himself to a small group of friends. Now, in Hollywood, he continues the same plan. Even devoting himself to just one girllovely Irene Hervey ! He freely and very frankly admitted she is the only one, the only romance in his life, then enthusiastically described her as a fine girl, a grand companion, but insisted there is no marriage in sight. He is only twenty-three, and lie wants to carry his career to a firm footing before even thinking of settling down. In the meantime, he and Irene, understanding each other and At a Hollywood night club, we spot Robert Taylor with two lovelies. At left, Irene Hervey, his heart-throb, and Virginia Bruce at the right. his suits were in shades of brown or blue. While he cares little for social gaieties he really enjoys dressing up in a tuxedo, and even tails, but around home and while working, he luxuriates in informal clothes, his specialty being sweaters, and he has dozens of them. His favorite at the moment, which he was wearing, is a beautiful brown suede jacket that would arouse anyone's envy, and he was gaily sporting one of the new "lapel" watches. Oh, yes, and he likes dressing gowns and always wears them on nights he stays at home. Even at dinner, he admitted. Bob's mother amuses herself making quilts, and not having a place in her Hollywood apartment for a quilting frame, has taken over his guest room for her work, and we examined the intricate stitches in a gorgeous one almost completed. Then, he took me back into his room and raising the spread on the bed, showed me his prized possession, an elaborate silken quilt in soft shades of rose and yellow, which she recently made for him. Later, as we talked, sitting before a log fire in the living room, I discovered chat the real reason Robert Taylor has joined the movie men-housekeepers is because he likes to be alone. Being an only child may have fostered this tendency, but he has never made any effort to change it. He thinks people who acquire a facility for being agreeable to everyone they meet, who are ever striving for a wide circle of friends', do not make agreeable companions because they become too pliant and are not definite enough in character. enjoying going about together, merely smile when rumor predicts wedding bells. Bob looks so much younger, more boyish off the screen than he does on. It is really amazing the strides he has made in film history. Just a year and seven months on the screen, appearing in only a few pictures, yet he has .won world acclaim and for the past month has topped some other established stars at the Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer studio in fan mail — the infallible criterion of a player's popularity. Amazing, too, how little this sudden success and sweeping fame have changed him. A trifle more confidence, perhaps, and a touch of that intangible quality that comes when one has spread his wings and soared a little toward the skies. But no affectations, no vanities, no big head, no strutting, no warped viewpoint as to his present or future glory. "I've been lucky," is the way Bob met my comments. "I've always been lucky. My father was a leading physician in Beatrice, honored and looked up to by everyone. We were fortunate to have money nough to live well. I was given everything I wanted, had every advantage, and my childhood and boyhood were happy and carefree. "I was always a rabid picture fan and intrigued by the glamorous screen players, but honestly, not once, not even in my wildest dreams, did I ever think of becoming an actor. "You know how it is in a little town," continued Bob, "you turn to the pleasures