Mrs. Valentino says there is no secret of love and matrimony—and that Rudy's film personality is a false one.
Rodolph Valentino and Marriage
By Anna Prophater
When Rodolph Valentino married Winifred Hudnut, the opinion of nine-tenths of the women in the United States was that she was the luckiest girl in the world. The opinion of the submerged one-tenth was that she might have done better had she married the Prince of Wales.
And the unanimous opinion of the men who had seen the Valentino craze break hearts, homes and engagements was that the marriage wouldn't last two months. For everyone with any common sense knows that a crazy, dancing foreigner is a bad choice for a husband and that a girl who calls herself Natacha Rambova and goes in for Russian dancing doesn't measure up to the requirements of the ideal wife. Just a couple of crazy love Bolsheviks, that's all.
Natacha Rambova Valentino is engrossed in her husband's success and his ambitions. Like Mary Pickford, she is the Disraeli, the Colonel House and the Charles Evan Hughes of the household.
Still Laugh at Each Other's Jokes
Well, the Valentinos have been married nearly two years, New York time, and almost a year, California time and they still laugh at each other's jokes. The first sign of domestic trouble comes when the husband springs a good one and the wife merely answers with a dirty look. The Valentinos haven't come to that.
Of course, just because a movie star and his wife have lived together more than a year in peace is no sign that they will be celebrating their golden wedding. But you ought to give them credit for breaking all records established by the Upper Park Avenue set where marriage doesn't last as long as the lease on the apartment.
Contrary to feminine opinion, Mrs. Valentino was not
