Screenland (May-Oct 1939)

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Please rush "Miracle Make-Up Set" of sample Tangee Lipstick, Rouge Compact, Creme Rouge and Face Powder, also Tangee Charm Test. I enclose 10£ (stamps or coin). (15£ in Canada.) Check Shade of Powder Desired: □ Peach (for all complexions) Q Flesh □ Rachel □ Light Rachel □ Tan Name. Street. City 86 .hey were, undisturbed, since disturbing can do no good. Soon now, so report hath it, Annabella and Tyrone will bring the little girl to Hollywood, to their new home, to play in the garden Annabella will make for her here. But we are ahead of Annabella. To go back again : it was while Annabella was in Paris, after she had obtained her divorce, completed arrangements for her family, for her small daughter, that she sailed for South America, for that rendezvous with Tyrone which the press of the world hailed, delightedly, as a tryst, a lovers' meeting. Annabella, questioned at the time, said only, "I go to South America to visit my cousin Claude who is married and is living there, in Buenos Aires. We have not met for six long years, Claude and I. I had long been planning to go to her." And when she was asked. "But did you know Tyrone was to be there?" Annabella would say, with an amused lifting of her brows "What you think f" Then she would go right on with : "Claude is married now, these seven years. She is so happy in her marriage. She has now five children. She is so beautiful in her happiness and in her children. When you see all the little children in the garden, by the pool, it is like a dream." And then Annabella would look up at you from beneath lowered lashes, her voice breaking with laughter in her slim throat as she said, "Is it the coincidence, you want to know, that Tyrone and I meet in South America? — but nobody believes in the coincidence like that, is this not so?" It was quite 'So ! Nobody ever did believe that that so very coincidental meeting could have been ascribed even to the very longest arm of coincidence. And nobody, watching Tyrone at that time, had any doubt whatsoever that that journey was, for him, a journey planned to end in "lovers' meeting." Nobody watching him during all the time after he met Annabella, watching him now that he and Annabella are married, has any doubt but what, for Ty, every meeting with Annabella is a lovers' meeting. Y«'U have only to hear him say, as he does, over and over again, "I have never been so happy in all my life before," to understand that, with these words, he is paying tribute to Annabella, with all his heart. "So, he was there in South America," Annabella now "reminisces," "and that was, of course, zvon-dcr-ful ! I was waiting for him at the airport, yes, of course, that is so. And we have the most won-der-ful time together. We go to all the places, places of such beauty in that rich, gold sunlight, in that moonlight which is like no moonlight anywhere. We had such wonderful fun together as we have had before only in dreams — ah, those were gardens, there in South America — then we knew that it must always be like this, with us, in the gardens of the whole world, all our lives. "An< the) then we have to say a little goodbye. And then I flew from South America to New York. That was dreamlike, too, even though a lonesome dream is not good. I made landings in places that were the jungles, near the Equator, near blue lakes lost in the mountains. I landed in Miami where the moon was warm and the next morning I am in New York and it is snowing ! So I have played in all the gardens of the world as I had dreamed of doing when I was a child in my garden in France — yes, that was romance, every day, every night, every hour, every little minute !" And then Annabella came back to Hollywood. She established herself, was "at home" in Hollywood in a house of mellowed, soft yellow brick, with a lovely garden — pepper trees dripping their fragile green lace and magenta rosettes over gal SCREENLAND leries and balconies — over the pool where, in the early mornings and at twilight, after work was done, the water nymph of thr garden of France played again — sometimes alone, more and more often with another "water creature," bronzed of body, dark of hair and eyes. Everywhere people were asking "When will they be married?" — forgetting that the "when" depended upon the final freedom of Annabella. Then Annabella was loaned to another studio for a film and, again, she was happy in her work, happy in her heart — because Tyrone kept the dressingroom of Annabella filled with flowers, with all the flowers that make their homes in gardens ; because Tyrone kept the phone in Annabella's dressing-room ringing — the phone in the commissary where she lunched ringing, too — because she knew that it would not be long, now, not much longer; because everyone was happy with them and for them, Tyrone's mother, her mother and father and brothers, Claude — because, too, I am sure, she could soon have her little girl with her, in a home, in a garden. And so they were married in Annabella's home, with only eight people present: the family, Pat and Charles Boyer ; with only two people present, for all they knew, Annabella and Tyrone, alone in their garden, at last. Now they are at home, in the house Tyrone bought two months before their marriage, the beautiful house which Grace Moore built for herself but never lived in, the beautiful house in the garden which Annabella and Tyrone are making more beautiful with their own hands and hearts. They are planning their honeymoon trip i to Italy just as soon as Ty finishes "Second Fiddle." Annabella will go on with her career. She wants her career and Tyrone wants her to have one. And just as it was in the beginning, so it is now — but let Annabella tell you: "Yes, we have such fun together, that is what is most wonderful — we like so much the same things — ! gardens and the sea and going long walks in the hills — reading books aloud to each other, playing music, the gypsy music we both adore — and our work — see, I was right when I said, T have such faith in life.' 1 1 do not know what is happening to me tomorrow. I do not ever think of that. I am not afraid. Because it is perfect happiness I have. I am happy, that is all." And Tyrone will tell you that it is Annabella's love of living which is his especial delight. He will tell you that he has never liked to go out, that now he does not have to go out, they do not have to go out because they have found so much they can do together. "I can be quiet with Annabella," Ty says, "yet more alive, more lively, than at the gayest party. I can only say, again and again, that I have never been so happy in my life before." One Smart Boy Crows Up Continued from page 34 but when you hear the flute solo in the picture, just know that I actually played it. I Another thing, Koster never lets anyone, | not even Deanna, see the day's rushes, and this kept me a little uncertain as to how I I was doing. While Koster became one of [I my very best friends during the picture, i he's a merciless tease and kept telling me i how terrible I was until honestly, I didn't ! know just how much of it he meant. But j it was all a lot of fun — and after all, it '{ turned out pretty swell." Nothing succeeds like success. The ap i I