Feminine Interests

Sun (Auckland), Volume II, Issue 476, 4 October 1928, Page 5

Feminine Interests

Laughing Beauty

She Stole Her Eyes From Marion

Talking of Frocks and Faces With Runny ” Rannerman

A sparkling, silver-gilt rapier is Margaret Bannerman, with eyes like blue flashes set with a cynic *lant in the lovely oval of her face. A gallant figure from a page of history, a slip of beauty from another .ge tricked out in modern dress, and set down in the 20th century. Lovelier by far than even the glow--nc reports we have heard of her from England, where her beauty is a byword, and she has the reputation of being the loveliest as well as the best

dressed and most perfectly groomed of the younger actresses of the day. Her complexion is creamy and velvety in texture; her hair is not the obvious blonde that one might have expected, rather has it something of that elusive, alluring quality of pale gold with the sun on it. -It is rinsed once or twice a month in pure camomile-flower water,” she explained, as she showed with pride the length her golden locks have acquired since she commenced to let them grow long on her way from kingland to Australia. DISLIKES THE SHINGLE “As you see,” she said, ‘‘l’m growing my hair as quickly as I can, for I soon became so tired of looking like everybody else, and besides I think longer hair is so much more feminine.” The beautiful blonde was one of the last of England’s leading actresses to sacrifice her curls to the scissors of the coiffeur, and she found repentance come quickly, for immediately she grew her hair a lfcle longer, and evolved the soft long shingle which is Just at the moment finding favour with Auckland women—hair allowed to be shoulder length, tucked back behind the ears, and softly curled over the nape of the neck. FLAIR FOR FROCKS A decided flair for frocks is second nature to Miss Bannerman, and like •very other daughter of Eve, she believes Ahat a new hat is a certain cure tot any bad mood. Yesterday afternoon when we discovered her behind the scenes of the theatre she was revelling in the precious newness of an ensemble of two freen tonings that breathed in every fine the cachet of Paris. Over a slim frock of green crcpella with diagonal insets of lighter green had a slenderly wrapped coat featuring the down-in-the-back, i.p----m-the-front, peacock-like movement so favoured in French modes. A double fes fur encircled the uneven hem with two bright-eyed fox-heads meeting at the front to smile a greeting to their brother foxes that cuffed the sleeves. *\ot a hint of Miss Bannerman's hair Wa ® allowed to show beneath her snug

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little green felt hat, which was guiltless of even a suspfeion of brim? and lifted in quaint fashion high off cne temple. She showed us all the wonderful frocks that she will wear in the later productions of her company, and some of her own delightful frocks, exquisite trifles of slender line and dainty detail, gracefully draped or simple in the sophisticated manner that is inimitably hers. from he.r wardrobe she wandered to her dressing table. “I am crazy about perfume,” she said, as she gave a whiff of a fragrance that costs guineas a drop. "And I always mix my own powders. That,” she emphasised, as she put a tiny bottle of crimson liquid on the table, "is a new' oil of Chanel’s, to prevent the lips roughening when motoring. Too wonderful!” "Diet?” she queried, perhaps in response to our apparent wonder at her adorably slim figure. "No, not so very much. I am fortunate that I do not like cream cakes, and I am not fond of chocolates. I don’t drink very much tea, and very little coffee. I like beer —beer in a tankard, but it must be in a tankard.” WHY THEY CALL HER “BUNNY” She got her nickname from a supposed likeness to John Bunny, the fat man of the films. Yes, the beautiful Margaret! "It infuriated my mother always, and my real name is Marguerite. But when I was in the chorus in London our dresser used to say, ‘You’re just like John Bunny, miss,’ which seems to go to prove that in those days the classical ‘Marguerite’ was something of a knock-about comedian behind the scenes. "The name grew and grew, now it is universally used by my friends.” "And now let’s forget about clothes and things. I need some food—much more interesting at the moment”—and the lovely blonde was whirled away by her husband, Anthony Prinsep, in his beautiful little French car, painted a yellow—one of the colours that Margaret adores.