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Vacation views of film favorites seen, and interviewed by our Continental correspondent
By Stiles Dickenson
AT THE Gare St. Lazare in Paris Errol Flynn dem/-\ onstrated as clearly as it was physically possible / \ that the rumors of divorce between himself and his wife, the dashing Parisian Lili Damiti. are false, false — at least for the time being. They staged a love scene on the platform as hot as in the third act of any of our favorite old dramas. Waving and smiling and still more kissing he and Lili were off in a taxi to their hotel. Flynn, with his broad Irish smile, left all the
parleying to his wife for he knows not a word of this French language.
He looked in on us for a couple of days, after which he flew to Ireland to see the auld folks. And after that he went to Spain. With memories of "The Charge of the Light Brigade" fresh in mind he thought he would
like to get a glimpse of a bit of more or less real fighting in the mess they are stirring up in and around Madrid. He and Lili gave a cocktail party, aided by the W arner Brothers' representatives here.
Between meeting people and signing photographs he assured me that he loves to get up early in the morning when he's working. "I love the climate in California and the grand personal contacts I make in the movies. Then as a little change and relaxation, I like writing. Before I went into films I was a reporter in Sydney, Australia." Speaking of his literary side-line, his book, "Beam Ends,"' recently published, is having lively sales in English-speaking countries. It's a pleasure to be with Errol Flynn, for his personality simply oozes with the joy of living and his sparkling Irish eyes miss nothing that is going on around him.
La Damita is a dazzling creature but la, la, she doesn't like the movies! If one could film at night she would be pleased, for the little lady can't get over the habit she formed in the theatre of turning night into day. She thinks she might do a film in French here but, wrinkling up her nose at the thought of it. that would be work again. I've often wondered why she didn't click better in America for she is delightful and packs a wallop of sex-appeal.
Merle Oberon has the right idea for a party. In the midst of working in London she decided to fly over to Paris to stage a birthday party. Of course, for her. London is gay but Paris really has the party spirit. So at the Ritz the smiling Merle made merry and received congratulations. This engagement rumor kept popping up but she assured us that she is not engaged to David Niven or anybody else — but like Shakespeare says she ''doth protest too much," so I fear 'ere long she will be coyly announcing one. (Please turn to page 86)
Spring-time in Parispicture pets Right, that colorful cou pie, Errol Flynn and Lili Damita Flynn, receive the press and fans. Sessue Hayakawa, directly above, is an old favorite of silent film days. Maurice Chevalier and Charles Boyer, above center, with Danielle Darrieux, French beauty soon to come to Hollywood. Top, Ruth Chatterton, Paris visitor.
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