March 30, 1937
Elizabeth Yeaman
Hollywood Citizen News
The Warner Bros. are sincerely worried over their failure to locate Errol Flynn, who was hastily summoned back to Hollywood when it was learned that he was planning to penetrate war-torn Spain. Errol was in Paris, and last Friday he told his wife, Lili Damita, he was leaving for Spain. He left, while Lili remained in Paris. He didn’t tell her where he was going in Spain, and apparently Lili didn’t bother to inquire.
Robert Schless, head of the Warner Paris office, has not been able to locate him. Errol,
when he left, was determined to do some war corresponding in Spain. He started to make
arrangements with the United States for some special articles, but the studio jumped in
and soured the deal. Errol threatened that he would make arrangements with an English syndicate. This he may have done.
Warners cabled him to be back here by April 15, to start the The Perfect Specimen. I doubt if they actually had a picture ready for him, but hoped to get him back on the plea of urgency.
Miriam Hopkins has been announced for the co-starring spot in The Perfect Specimen, but that
announcement is quite premature, for she has not been signed for the role.
— Tim
Paula
March 31, 2021 at 4:18 pm
This looks to me like the studio didn’t know he went…or was this all concocted for publicity….?
Selene Hutchison-Zuffi
March 31, 2021 at 4:40 pm
I believe they knew he went. Didnt like it tho. It seems now obvious to me that every time he wanted to go somewhere they came up with a movie to ground him, also obvious now that most crazy headlines came out around movie releases
Jack Marino
May 18, 2021 at 9:34 pm
Let’s not kid ourselves, everything Errol ever did was planned for publicity and adventure. He embellished everything he did, he had that Irish gift of gab and could spin a yarn like one else.
Gentleman Tim
May 19, 2021 at 11:50 am
I agree, Jack! They didn’t call him the Baron for nothing. ….Amazing thing is, though – as you know better than anyone – his real life was even more amazing than the embellished stories he told! He couldn’t have possibly published the full details of his once-in-a-century (or millennium) life. His truth was more Flynntastic than any fictional account he ever made up.