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When you've read this outspoken interview with "the menace to American womanhood," you'll either feel sorry for Mrs. George Sanders or —
The Strangely
Fascinating MR. SANDERS
By Liza
George Sanders has a role he loves to play in "The Moon and Sixpence"— that of a selfish, domineering, lustful artist who "ain't no gentleman." Some of his detractors say no wonder Sanders plays him so superbly! At left, in character for the part; below, with Doris Dudley as his wife in the picture.
'HE great Sanders marriage mystery has been solved ! At long last. For years Hollywood's favorite indoor sport has been speculating on whether or not George, lat menace to American womanhood, is married, umors, believe me, ran rife. George could have said ¥es" so very easily, and we palpitating girls could have 'in home and cried in our knitting, but he preferred to all a Paulette Goddard., At some time or other, every .n writer, even' columnist, every reporter in town has >ked him, "Are you married, Mr. Sanders?" And Mr. anders has invariably answered, with or without fancy immings, "It is none of your damn business." (This lestion was always postponed until the end of the iterview so the writer could make a hasty exit if neces
*ry.)
True to his tradition the strangely fascinating Mr. anders still hasn't admitted that he is married. But his
ife has. And that's quite sufficient. It happened like lis. In Hollywood's best-read column there appeared
one morning recently a little item which said that George Sanders had been seen at the Mocambo the night before with Mona Maris. The very next day Mrs. Sanders called the columnist, and with a few well-chosen words put an abrupt end to Hollywood's most intriguing mystery. She was the former Elsie Poole, she said, known as Susan Larson, and she had married George Sanders October 27. 1940, at the Methodist Church in Hollywood. (Right under our noses, if he'd been a snake he'd have bit us. and we didn't know it!) Mrs. Sanders called herself a "broad-minded wife."
Well, you could have knocked nie over with a feather. I couldn't wait to hop over to the studio and get Mr. Sanders' views on women, now that it's settled that he's a husband. That should make his views even more interesting than ever.
If you are a writer, and a female, and haven't been insulted by George Sanders you are completely out of things professionally. I can (Please turn to page 57)
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