Swing (Jan-Dec 1945)

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PRETTY LOOKS AT P^ett^ PEOPLE Interviews That Probably Will Not Be Published Very Soon. by CARL REVERE CARLOTTA CLAIREHOUSEWIFE AND MOTHER DESPITE the unfeeling criticism of some of the boys and girls of the Hollywood news "beat," our beloved Carlotta Claire, "first lady of the screen," is at heart a modest, simple housewife and m.other. She is a down to earth "homebody" whose great noble heart is wrapped up in her little family and her career. As a reporter for Cinema Spot' light I have wormed my way through the shell of esoteric aloofness which surrounds this glamorous star. Thus Cinema Spotlight is able to bring you, for the first time, a candid portrait of this lissome film star who literally has the world by the heels! 1 (And, boy! does she know the heels!) It is only fair to report that Carlotta, "the honeyed one of 21," as Noel Coward once quipped, is actually a simple creature of simple tastes. I found her, for instance, displaying her famed lithe contours in a pair of chic mid-riff slacks and what she jocosely called a "sloppy Joe" (it's fitting in all the best places!) bustling gayly about her lit' tie white cottage on a hillside in Beverly Hills. As we exchanged fripperies on her patio it was almost horrifying to me to realize that this esoteric, poised, sophisticate once had been held up to public scorn in the press. That shocking episode, which might have broken the spirit of a lesser woman, occurred last year. Our sensitive, our idolized Carlotta, was voted the most uncooperative feminine film star by the editorial staff of the Potluck Falls (Idaho) Bugle! The staff, the cad! — later confessed he had been toting an ax for Carlotta for years. The Bugle staff, a pimply party named Simpson S. Simpson, as