FIGHTING and QUARRELLING

Northern Advocate, 7 December 1935, Page 3 (Supplement)

FIGHTING and QUARRELLING

*rHE Only thing that the vast majority of film-goers know about me is that I am constantly fighting with my husband. But nobody knows what leads up to these fights and what are the consequences. “Johnny and Lupe are quarrelling again,” is the cry in Hollywood and everybody is delighted. Well, we like fighting and quarrelling. Married as we are it is only natural that we should do so, and in this we are no exception to other married couples. The only difference . is that we are quite happy in our quarrels. There is nothing unusual about our fighting. How else could we get on together? When two people marry they naturally desire to understand each other and wish to have a certain harmony of taste. Then come differences of opinion which result in quarrelling. But I maintain that these quarrels are the surest way to happiness. ABC of Married Life. The ABC of a contented married life is for tye parties concerned to be constantly bickering. This is even the way to peace. First come the quarrels and fights and then the reconciliation. In such cases we say that we are reconciled for ever. But in reality this “ever” means only a limited space of time. Then the fight begins all over again so that the peace which follows seems all the sweeter. One may ask why it is so pleasant to quarrel. I can answer with a question. I am curious to know whether there is even a single modern girl in existence, wh owishes to have

a husband who .is nothing more than a machine. Perhaps there are some girl in existence who wishes to have majority of my girl friends will reecho my sentiments when I say: “I don’t want a man like that.” The ordinary type of existence in which one eats, indulges in some form of amusement and then goes to bed is only fit for hum-drum, uninteresting people. I want a. man who, apart from his special mental and physical qualities, can quarrel with me if necessary as well. When people are at work they have something to occupy their minds. But when this work has ceased they must find some other form of activity. We cannbt just sit in a chair with folded arms. There is only one thing to do if we really love each other, and that is, to fight for happiness. But What About ? Johnny and I have one difficulty, namely, what we should quarrel about. We fight chiefly over clothes, but sometimes we find other subjects as well. Johnny doesn’t like my low cut evening dresses and asks why I don’t completely undress myself. Then I hate the neckties of this big Tarzan. This is just as well for then our disagreements are nicely balanced. To conciliate Johnny after a quarrel of this nature I dress myself in clothes buttoned up to the neck and with very long sleeves just like a young girl who has just come out of , a convent. Johnny smiles but he does not say anything; he does not even quarrel with me.

The Secret of A Successful Marriage

I am very disappointed, for instance, that I have not brought over all my jewels, which are so beautiful, with me. I quarrelled with Johnny over this question and as he did not think it would be advisable for me to bring all my jewels on account of the possibility of their being stolen on the ship I brought only a few trinkets. I don’t understand why such a strong and healthy man as Johnny would have been unable to protect me against thieves. There is no end to our disputes on this subject. They will continue ... Red or Yellow? When we arrived at the Newark Aerodrome we quarrelled over what the colour of the taxi we took should be. Johnny was all for red, I for yellow. In the end I had to give in and we boarded the red one. By the time we had reached our journey s end to the ship we were again quite reconciled to each other. In Hollywood I carry a revolver as I have to be constantly on my guard against gangsters, but as I have heard there are no gangsters in England I did not bring my revolver with me. So far this has not caused any dispute between us. Finally, I can whisper to my girl friends the real secret of a happy marriage. I am sure that very few of them know it, much less believe it. It, is: To constantly fight with the man you love until happiness is achieved. You must fly into a paroxysm of rage in order to give full vent to all your pent up feelings, as only in that way will you get rid of all your worries and then there will be nothing left but the pure quintessence of happiness. Then, after a time, you will look around you to discover some new grounds for fighting and quarrelling. I am firmly convinced that this is the correct recipe for a cciitented married life without which it would be almost impossible to live together with a man for any length of time.