She wore a pale pink shirtmaker crepe dress. Two heavy gold bracelets accented her slim arm; her lapel gadget was an antique
shield supported on diamond-studded gold arrows, with pink tourmalines. With this she wore matching tourmaline-clustered earrings. The piece de resistance of the outfit was a matching pink parasol. There wasn't a masculine heart in the place that didn't accelerate.
Gene seldom wears slacks. Her idea of the perfect leisure costume is a suit. Her wardrobe of blouses adapts any suit to a particular occasion. Many of her blouses have French cuffs in
which she wears varying types of cuff links. Emphasis is placed on the yokes of Gene's blouses; handwork details, such as tucking or stitching, must be exquisite. Her choice in collars varies from the disarmingly young Peter Pan type to the narrow, starched oriental band.
Her wardrobe of evening gowns is fabulous. A particular favorite is a white dress, done with shirtmaker bodice and a gored skirt seven yards around the hem. Because Gene planned it for party nights at home and for hotel dancing at Las Vegas, the amusing design featured quilted dice appliqued around the entire hemline. When the dress swirls out the motif may be recognized. Another
favorite is a green and white check with an enormous skirt and sequins splattered all over the bodice. Her favorite evening wrap is apricot wool. The enormous turn-back cuffs and the tuxedo front are embroidered with stiff gold thread in an intricate all-over
oriental design.

Gene has accessory enthusiasms:  One is belts; her collection numbers about a hundred and comprises everything from crushed dyed cobra to silver-mounted caribou, made by a Canadian Indian tribe. She adores shoulder bags, wears them exclusively, never thinks she has enough, and matches them to her shoes.
She has a small but exotic jewelry collection. As a lapel ornament she frequently wears—and inevitably reaps lavish praise pon—an antique Persian medallion she picked up in a New York antique shop. Breathtaking are the matched bracelets of white hammered Senegalese gold given to Gene as a present by Barbara Hutton.
On Gene's fifth wedding anniversary Oleg Cassini gave her a heavy gold link bracelet, which she has worn at every opportunity. Ordinarily Gene doesn't wear a hat in California, relying upon her inevitable pair of fresh white gloves to make obeisance to
Further to extend her claim to glamour, it should be known that Gene's hobby is interior decoration. Her living room presented one problem wall:  an expanse unbroken by a window and far too long for the conventional use of wallpaper. Even the decorator's
trick of massed prints wasn't enough to cope with it. So Gene commissioned a mural painting covering the entire wall, with delicate vistas extending into fairyland distances.
As an adolescent Gene was known affectionately to her brother as
"pastry-puss," because of her habit of eating between meals or any other time, and always the richest snacks.
She had been in Hollywood only a short time, under contract to 20th, when quite by accident she overheard a conversation in the reducing salon to which executives had dispatched her. One voice said, "I think that little Tierney girl might have definite possibilities if she weren't so heavy."
Responded the other voice, "I doubt if she'll ever be able to trim herself down to size."
Gene now weighs one hundred and nineteen pounds, accomplished by rigorous exercise and determined dieting. But when Gene vacations in New York she breaks training and frequents all the gourmets' paradises.
Some months ago, on the nurse's day off, Oleg and Gene were giving baby Daria her bath. Oleg, studying his daughter's topography, announced with complaisance, "She has a beautiful figure."

Gene answered laughingly, "You can't tell much about her now. Any little girl is doll-shaped. Wait until she begins to develop."
Oleg had already reached a conclusion and was not to be dissuaded.  "Her bones are proper," he said with finality. "She has wide shoulders, very little hips, and she's going to be tall—the perfect manikin type."

Glamour? It runs in the Tierney-Cassini family!

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