Silver Screen (May-Oct 1939)

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Name _ Address. City. — State. Marriage and Hedy Lamarr [Continued from page 60] else in all their lives. Their closeness is such that they feel no need of totems or taboos to protect it. It is a closeness which they admit, with some amusement, is "almost psychic." Often they will awake, at exactly the same moment in the night. Often Gene will start to say something and Hedy will "take the words right out of his mouth." Hedy says "I like being with Gene better than with anyone IVe ever known." It is superfluous to add that Gene dittos that statement. Often they will _ drive, twenty miles or more, to lunch together. When Hedy is not working, she usually breakfasts in bed and Gene breakfasts in her room with her. Now that Hedy is working, in "Lady of The Tropics" at MGM, Gene suits his time to hers. They rise early, breakfast together, and then he drives her to her studio and then drives back to his studio. When Hedy is through work, late in the afternoon, she drives to Gene's studio and they go home together. Or if he has finished work before she has, he "calls" for her. Such closeness feels no need of building defences. But for those who must have "reasons" for everything, this marriage may "rest its case" on the fact that it is, in every particular, the exact opposite of Hedy's previous marriage. For in that previous marriage, Hedy was the jewel to be worn only on the crown of an enormously wealthy, enormously powerful man. As a jewel she was kept in silken seclusion, the strands of which were as strong as steel bars. Everywhere she went she was followed, guarded, watched. Her very phone wires were tapped lest she say a word not for her husband's ears. She was not permitted so much as the thought of a career. She was not permitted any problems or tastes of her own. She was a prisoner and her fetters were jewels and luxuries beyond all dreams of avarice. And the significant part of this is that they were — fetters. In this marriage, she is as free as the air. She comes and goes at will and no questions asked. In this marriage, she is her husband's good comrade, sharing his thoughts and problems as he shares hers. In this marriage, whether she has a career or not is of her own choosing. In her previous marriage she was the mistress, in name only, of town houses, shooting lodges, country estates, yachts, de luxe planes. She was the mistress, also in name only, of servants who anticipated her slightest wish and took orders only from her husband. She dined on service of solid gold, on linens from the looms of luxury, strewn with hothouse orchids and gardenias and wood violets . . . which she could not arrange. She entertained dinner parties numbering hundreds of guests — whom she did not invite. Munitions' tycoons, makers and breakers of the destinies of empires — her husband's friends. She was the exquisite figurehead at the masthead of her husband's world. Jewels, motor cars, furs, luxuries such as Semiramis never dreamt of were hers before the asking. In all the ways that man's wealth can buyl give, she was pampered, indulged, I tected — and miserable. In this marriage, she is the mistre: the little white farmhouse in the § hills. But not in name only. She is mistress of her home in very fact, reins held firmly in her capable, istering hands. The servants in the h number three. One, the first and servant Hedy has hired since she c to Hollywood, her personal maid, Blar The same Blanche who served Jean ] low for eight devoted years. Blanche until she set eyes on Hedy, was dis solate and bereaved, drearily certain she could never again find anyone to the place of her beloved "Baby." But: "I loved Miss Lamarr the minute 1 eyes on her," Blanche will tell you would have worked for her for n ing. . . ." And there are the two Fili boys who were with Mr. Markey be his marriage. These three know who is mistress of the house. And the house is to be a farmhi in spirit, in fact, as well as in ai tecture. For Hedy is furnishing her home, her real home with simple furniture, chintzes and cottage rugs. E the table is to be a farm table, with the food placed on it at one time' more tiresome formality of butlers br ing in courses fit for a bird at half 1 intervals," says Hedy. Hedy's first ] chase for her new home was an fashioned Lazy Susan which revol bearing all the edibles, comfortably wi their reach. They hope, in time, to add ten ai to their land and they plan, then, have chickens, cows and ducks; all farmyard animals with their sle< homey noises, their substances of n and butter and eggs. No longer n Hedy, bejewelled, magnificent and vai like, preside over dinner parties which affairs of state. Now, wearing the A trian peasant dirndls she loves, she en tains Gene's bachelor friends and, ofl their closest friends, Myrna Loy Arthur Hornblow. In her first marriage, Hedy had o to dip her arms into the coffers of se< ingly illimitable wealth. Just how ill itable she never asked and was ne told. In this marriage, she has been t< For Gene Markey, partly because thi the way American men do things, pai because, no doubt, he knew of the f ulous wealth of his predecessor, felt need of a thorough financial understai ing. Perhaps Hedy might believe that men are Midases. . . . And so, just fore their marriage, he explained to He exactly and in detail, just what his fin; cial status is, just what she could exp and not expect, as his wife. He told that he had been extravagant, had spi considerable sums of money in his tir But that he is not, now, a wealthy rr as wealthy men go. He told her that was planning to sell his yacht. He plained that as a Lieutenant-Commaw in the U. S. Navy he is subject to