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Hollywood Wives
Latest in Screenland's exclusive series revealing the privatelife problems of the screen colony's real "leading ladies" — here, Doris Warner LeRoy gives you her utterly frank reactions to the "career" of managing her home and helping her husband, Hollywood's youngest important director
By Dorothy Manners
hill is in keeping with everything you might expect from such a socially prominent couple. Enormous trees shroud the roadway, giving way onto a heavily barred gate through which it is impossible for an unidentified guest, or an unwelcome stranger to pass. There is not only the lock between you and the home life of the LeRoys, but there is also the presence of a watchman who knows ever} face and appointment expected for the day.
If you are lucky enough to swing past these gates, a scene of rare beauty greets you. Flowers in great profusion bank the circular drive swinging toward the entrance. Emerald green lawns slope away from three sides of the house toward the fenced-and-hedged boundaries.
Even when you step into the brilliance of the bluemirrored entrance hall leading spaciously to the blue-andgreen drawing room, with its black marble fireplace and crystal chandelier, in one direction — and to the right the dining-room, the powder-room, and the long hall connecting with another wing of the house, you are immersed in an expected air of luxury.
You expect the sound of servants moving softly in the background. After a moment or two of waiting, you become accustomed to the luxury, the immensity, and the beauty of the place, but if you have not met her before, and I had not — you are not prepared for Doris Warner LeRoy.
This slender, dark-haired, dark-eyed girl who has known nothing but luxury all her life, is so absolutely natural and charming that her simplicity of manner is
completely disarming. As she leads us upstairs to Meryyn's office "because it is the room I like best," with its enormous desk and deep comfortable chairs, she might be the average happy young matron with the management of one baby, one home, and one husband on her hands instead of the mistress of this fifteen-room establishment with its veritable hotel staff. I told her I thought her home was one of the most beautiful in the colony, and that it had something so few of the others had — an aliveness and warmth. I didn't mention that I suspected much of this came from her own vitality and obvious happiness.
"That's a really nice thing to (Continued on page 96)
Hailed by Noel Coward and O. O. Mclntyre as a youthful film genius, Mervyn LeRoy is called "the boy director" despite his big successes and stogies. Below; at left is party group including Randy Scott, Fay Wray, and Fay's husband, John Monk Saunders. Right, a big catch between big cinemas.