by S.J. Woolf
New York Times Magazine
December 5, 1943
It is not often that anyone has a chance to make a portrait of one of the ten highest salaried people in the country. Yet anything can happen in Hollywood, and this very thing happened the other day when I went to see Ginger Rogers. For Miss Rogers, blond-haired, blue-eyed and full of fervor and enthusiasm, was last year the highest paid movie actress in the land.
She posed for me on a bleahed-wood sofa in her modernistic dressing room, wearing a soft blouse and dark skirt, legs tucked under her, blond tresses falling about her neck. She looked less like the possessor of one of moviedom’s fabulous incomes and more like the personification of what we like to call the typical American girl. For in repose Miss Rogers’ features are not, according to both Hollywood and classic ideals, beautiful; her nose conforms to no Grecian line, her mouth is a bit large. (more…)
With Game Conductor Katherine Hartley
So you thought you knew everything there is to know about Ginger Rogers! Well, this is no picture of a serious careerist, it’s the fun-loving Ginger, who jumps into this old game of truth or consequences with the zest that makes her beloved by studio workers and stars alike. She coiled quits on six of the questions—the forfeits she paid an pictured on the opposite page, but think of all the fun in store for you imagining what her answers should have been. (more…)
THE snappy Ginger has decided to park her dancing shoes for the time being and go in for a little serious dray-ma. And so, you’ll see her with the volatile Katharine Hepburn in “Stage Door.” Her role is indeed a “straight” one for, believe it or not, she’s to portray a movie actress. That shouldn’t be terribly difficult, should it? (more…)
Movie Stars Parade
JUST LIKE A MOVIE has been the real life of Virginia Katherine McMath—our own Ginger Rogers. While her father, Eddins McMath, found holding a job difficult her mother,” Lela Owens McMath, earned a scanty living as piano player in a nickelodeon. Lela left McMath, and shortly thereafter, he kidnapped the year-old Ginger and fled with her to a Texas swamp. There Lela traced them and brought her baby home—only to have her kidnapped again. When Ginger was three the McMaths were divorced; Ginger’s father died a few years later. (more…)
by Martha Kerr
I’VE BEEN learning about Ginger Rogers. I’ve learned that in the last six months she has been out only twice for dinner. I’ve learned what it is she wants out of life. I’ve even learned about her faults and her fears and her boy friends, and a little about the type of man she may marry. I’ve learned these things from the one person who knows her best, Lela Rogers, her mother.
Ginger was in California, finishing “Carefree” with Fred Astaire. Three thousand miles away, in New York City, Lela had set up housekeeping. It was their first separation. The rumors flew. They said Lela had leased that apartment so Ginger, overworked, could have a normal life between pictures. They also said Lela and Ginger had broken for good. (more…)
by Blanche Sweet
From an old-timer who admires the courage of this young ‘un
GINGER ROGERS always reminds me of a swan. Have you ever watched a swan glide across the water? Make its progress, reach its goal with beautiful grace ? And apparently without effort? And then have you been surprised to notice how hard and consistently that swan has been working beneath the surface all the time in order to produce that seeming ease, that thrilling motion? (more…)