Loretta Young
When my mother was a young woman, she was often told she looked like Loretta Young. For that reason, mostly, I’ve often found this actress fascinating. The following is a piece from December, 1940’s Stage magazine:
I Loretta Young…
like lots of sleep; I try to get at least 10 hours a night. To cream my face before I go to bed. To breakfast on orange juice and coffee—but when I’m working I eat an enourmous lunch; meat and potatoes and vegetables and salad and dessert. When I’m in New York, I have creamed hash at the Colony. To smoke—Pall Malls are my favorite, but I don’t really mind anything but Turkish. To drink malted milk. To wash and wave my own hair. I use castile soap. To just sit.
hate to eat liver or kidney or any such “innards.” Bitten fingernails. Walking. That bilious shade of green called chartreuse.
enjoy music—every kind. The ballet. Watching a low-down uninhibited comedian named Jerry Lester. To read anything by Stefan Zweig. Countee Cullen’s poems. Collecting antique jewelry. Shopping—especially Bergdorf’s in New York, Bullocks Wilshire at home.
choose Arpege for my favorite perfume. Elizabeth Arden’s Scarlet lipstick. Meyers’ mascara—always black. A funny little white flower that grows all around my house—Chinese Jasmine. Irene for my favorite dress designer.
confess that I’m afraid of large crowds. That my mind is in a complete haze in the morning. That I can’t remember names. That collecting hats is really a mania with me. That I love to attend my own premieres.
remember that people used to think I was a relative of Brigham Young because I was born in Salt Lake City. I’m not. That when I was 14 I met Mervyn LeRoy, then a gag-man for Colleen Moore. I took a test at Metro for “Laugh Clown Laugh” with Lon Chaney. Herbert Brenon threw a chair at me to make me cry, and I woudln’t because I’d been warned that he hated girls who cried. The picture was my first success. I was 15 at the time.
want to go on acting; to play a dancing role soon; to enjoy a good and full life as a wife and actress.

When my mother was a young woman, she was often told she looked like Loretta Young. For that reason, mostly, I’ve often found this actress fascinating. The following is a piece from December, 1940’s Stage magazine: