Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1944-01-09
HOLLYWOOD

There is little girl out here
blond, five feet four. liz pounds
blue eyes. She is not a beauty, but
a bundle of energy and talent. She's
straightforward, too. She hates or
she loves She cries or she laughs
loud. But she is something-her
personality is terrific. Either you
will love her or find her pretty aw-
full, and the funny part is-Betty
Hutton doesn't care.
"Of course I always knew that I
would be a star" said Miss Hutton.
Il am not trying to be modest. tell
you what I think. You may not want
to print it. but it is the truth. But,
and her eyes are fiery and defiant,
you don't like me, do your"
"Oh! You do like mel" she fairly
screamed in an astonished voice, and
went on, Il will tell you why want
ed to be star, and why I knew I
would be-
Hutton's Miserables.
Have you ever been miserably
poor?" she asked me, but continued
before I could answer. Poverty is
disgusting 1t is hateful. was poor
as poor as anyone can possibly be
But we didn't accept it, and settle
down to it. We decided to get out OF
it. My mother had to work in fac
tory to keep my sister and I alive,
and swore when was six years old
that I would get her out of that
factory, and didn't give darn how
did it. Do you know how it is to
take charity?
We'll! We never did, except once.
I had an liberated tooth, and moth
er sent me to some clinic where they
took care of poor peoples teeth free.
I was small kid but it is vivid in
my mind and still makes me boil
with anger. They called my name
out, as if I were criminal, they
strapped me into a chair, pulled the
tooth, which should have been treat
ed instead, and slapped me because
yelled from pain.
Family Extricated.
Il always could sing. But I wasn't
an overnight success. I worked on
the road, in bands, in theaters-and
at last on Broadway. I knew what
I wanted, and 1 got it.
Isn't it funny the things you re-
member? When started earning a
little money and could take mother
out from behind that factory bench,
I demanded to have my breakfast
in bed, not because I was lazy, not
because I wanted mother to slave
for me, but because my morale
needed boosting. I needed to lose
that inferiority complex which a
poor education had given me- When
talked with people who had gone
through college I felt small. There
wasn't anything wrong up here
and Betty points to her head, but I
just never had a chance to cram
it with knowledge.
Il still dream about being poor,
about security vanishing and mother
back in the factory. That is what
I never want to see-and that is
why security is the only thing !
want. I don't want white fox coats
or diamonds. I just want to know
that so many years from now S will
be able to have so many dollars
every week.
Judgment Rather Poor.
eff I hadn't anybody who depend
ed on me, I would be miserable. I
suppose I ought to have a child
But first I must find the right man.
That sounds romantic and maybe
trashy, but in business l know eX-
actly what want and 1 get it, but
it is different with my emotions
They run away with me. I always
choose the wrong man to fall in love
with. At present haven't time to
think of love, because I work hard
and knock myself out on this pic
ture.
when I am in love-or think I
AMI want to give that man every
thing in the world, but want a lot
in return. Don't ask me if he should
be tall or short, blond or brunette,
heca11se that isn't what matters