Bob Thomas wrote in his biography, "Joan Crawford,"* that
. . . At least Grand Hotel would place her in proximity with [Greta] Garbo. Joan had few idols--Garbo was one. Joan revered the Swede's dramatic intensity, her aloof detachment from Hollywood, her air of mystery. In 1931, when Joan was trying to escape her flapper image and develop a new screen style, she had tried to emulate the Garbo mystique. She wore her hair in the same long, straight style, affected slinky dresses, possed languidly, and answered interviewers' questions enigmatically. After several months the phase passed, Joan realizing that she could not succeed as a Midwest version of the divine Garbo.
Joan often recollected how she had uttered a cheery "Good morning" each day as she passed Garbo's dressing room on the way to work. For three years she heard no response. then one day Joan was in such a hurry that she forgot her usual greeting. she heard Garbo's door open and then the baritone voice intoning, "Allooooooo."
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*Simon and Schuster, New York, 1978, page 83.
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