Screenland (May-Oct 1942)

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Made with Government approved colors, it goes on-and washes off-as easily as your face powder or lipstick. 9 flattering tints for euery shade of hair. 25c and 10c .at all drug counters. Copyrizht. 1942, by Chas. Marchand C 62 Marchand's There aren't many glamor girls who can radiate so much of the stuff once labeled "oomph," as can that gorgeous starlet, Adele Mara. But we don't have to sell her to you — just examine this picture of her. She's appearing in "Shut My Big Mouth," typical Joe E. Brown laugh film. nose, which was quite like millions of others, the woman had an artistic, intelligent and capable brain. All she had to do was banish a foolish fear and she was certain to free herself and live happily. Fortunately she had a friend who ferreted out the trouble and took her in hand. The friend took her on a tour of Los Angeles. Every few seconds she pointed out people with large noses, big ears, crooked teeth, knock-knees — and any other defect she could notice. The moral was so evident it was funny. The minute that neurotic lady started laughing at herself, she was all right. She found courage to leave her husband and now is a very successful business woman. "The remedy for foolish fear all comes down, I think," mused Bette, "to forgetting yourself and turning your interest outwards— away from yourself into others. All successful people in public life have had to learn to do this. Actors, particularly, would all be cases for sanitariums or one mass of lonely Garbos if they didn't learn quickly to forget themselves. "Of course, I don't believe actors who say they have never suffered stage fright," scoffed Bette Davis. "Stage fright is simply a natural panic induced by exaggerated concern about yourself. Even veteran actors get it and probably always will. But most of them have learned to turn their thoughts away from themselves and into their audiences. Else they wouldn't be veteran actors. For it's an actor's job to be perfectly under control at all times. "I have been panicked and dismayed often," Bette confessed. "The reasons have always been foolish. When I first came to Hollywood, I'd go home from public appearances upset, worried and complaining to myself, 'Nobody seems to like me.' After a while I realized I wasn't liking them enough. Then I told myself, 'You silly fool, stop worrying about yourself and you'll be all right.' "Public figures are always. shied from by people who meet them. The temptation is to shy away right back. But if you do, you're only making things worse for yourself. You turn your thoughts to how you're acting and you usually act pretty awful, like a grande dame or something equally artificial. If you can forget yourself and interest your mind in the people around you, you immediately are yourself. It's easy enough then to be a generally charming, likable and interesting person." When Bette flew to her husband, in Min SCREENLAND neapolis, she stayed with him for ten days in the hospital. Hospitals are another long cherished phobia of hers. The antiseptic, sterile atmosphere frightens her and the thought of disease and suffering automatically suggests escape. In fact, when she greeted her husband, "Farney," as she calls him, knowing her terror of both airplanes and ward rooms, he grinned weakly at her, "Well—" he said, "if I ever had any doubts about you, Darling — I don't need any more proof than this 1" _ Bette was surrounded with all kinds of sickness and suffering. Surgical cases were wheeled past her door constantly. A man died in the room next to her. A woman across the hall lost a baby. She knew if she stayed there brooding about all the sickness and agony she would soon be a case herself. So Bette went around visiting the sick people. She had to force herself to do it. But it worked. "At first," Bette confessed, "I thought I'd faint, until I realized, 'you're only thinking about your own feeling, Davis. You're feeling sorry for yourself, not the patients.' She visited the children's ward, the lady with the still-born baby, a girl who had been in an accident, trussed up with a broken hip. "She lay there with weights on her legs, her body in a cast," said Bette. "She had been there four months and she'd be there four months more. When I thought of the agony she was going through, I thought at first I couldn't stand it. Then I knew I wasn't thinking about her, but myself. When I transferred my thoughts away from myself to her, I was not only able to cheer her up but I helped myself, too. I conquered my fears. I don't think I'll ever feel afraid of hospitals and sickness again. "We can always do what we have to do," Bette believes, "and in the last analysis it's always .up to no one but ourselves. People with unreasonable fears are lucky if they can go to some understanding or scientific person for help. But not everyone can afford professional advice, for one thing. For another, the advice is worthless unless the will exists to banish the phobia. I visited a doctor once about my unreasonable terror of getting ill in crowds. He told me to seek crowds and force myself to mingle with them. I did it and it was torture, but it helped. I had to do it myself, though, else the prescription was worthless. Each fear you face and conquer yourself leaves you a far stronger, greater person and helps you go on to conquer another one.