Modern Screen 1946-07 Vol. 33, No. 2

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GIRL: Gal can dream, can’t she? Look at engagement rings, can’t she? CUPID: Sure. But what’s the good when she looks like you? GIRL: Why you little—! Listen, I may be a plain girl— - CUPID: But, Baby, you wouldn't look it if you’d just sparkle at people once in a while. Smile at em. Gleam! GIRL: With my dull teeth, I should gleam? I brush ’em but all I get is no gleam. And lately, “pink tooth brush.” GIRL: Pygmy, are you talking about my dentist my smile, or what? CUPID: The works, Sis. Because a sparkling smile depends largely on healthy gums. And Ipana is specially designed, with massage, to help your gums. Massage a little extra Ipana on your gums when you brush your teeth and you’re on the way to a sparkling smile... one that'll put a gleam in the eye of every lad who sees you! CUPID: And your dentist ...? GIRL: What dentist? CUPID: What dentist? Don’t you know that “pink” is a warning to see your dentist? He may find today’s soft foods are robbing your gums of exercise and suggest “the helpful stimulation of Ipana and massage.” Product of Bristol-Myers Seu SS te : IPANA AND MASSAGE

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A] 7 @ wie POSSE ASL SE ESE ' — rs Pp G NE ce ot. a pS SE SRT \ 3 SRST SE SS * ce = Ya ee os Sob bbb bb OO bb i i i i ib bm op bb i i i bab bb bb bb bbb mp ab bb bp bb bb I I Ip a i tb — 258232 Published in The greatest this space star of the every month * screen! Last month, we said ‘““‘The Green Years’’ was a wonderful motion picture. xk k k Ok We used such words as “magnificent’’ about the M-G-M picturization of A. J. Cronin’s brilliant new book. (Mr. Cronin, you will remember, also authored ‘“The Citadel” and ‘““The Keys of the Kingdom’’.) We roared applause for Charles Co- burn’s fine characterization. We raved about Tom Drake’s winning perform- ance. We glowed over lovely young Beverly Tyler’s beautifully acted role. Ko kee kk And, if we were the crowing kind, this month we’d besaying: “‘Wetold you so!” x * x x Because our claims have been confirmed by the most show-wise audience you could possibly get together. * Ke OK * Kate Smith says ‘“‘The Green Years” is a wonderful motion picture. Frank Sinatra says so. Judy Garland says so. Louella Parsons says so. oy, atin eee ¢ And Jack Benny says so. Jimmy Du- rante says so. Greer Garson says so. Eddie Cantor says so. Hedda Hopper says so. Ed Sullivan says so. Pe cies ieee EK, And June Allyson says so. Gregory Peck says so. Rudy Vallee says so. Dinah Shore says so. Louis Sobol says so. But why go on? Everyone says so! 5 SL EL a8 Our congratulations to Director Victor Saville and Producer Leon Gordon. Toa perfect supporting cast: Hume Cronyn, Gladys Cooper, Dean Stockwell, Richard Haydn, Selena RoyleandJessica Tandy. To those fine screenplay writers, Robert Ardrey and Sonya Levien. KK KK. They all contributed so much toward making ‘“The Green Years’’ what it is: Next month, we’ll tell you all about “Easy To Wed”’. If we may go into our role of oracle again, it’s great—and we're telling you so. How could it miss with Van Johnson (singing and danc- ing!), lovely Esther Williams, gorgeous Lucille Ball, and uproarious Keenan Wynn? Technicolor, too. Mmmmm! — Lea modern screen : JULY, 1946 | | | stories RENDEZVOUS WITH LANA by Earl Wilson. ..........cccccccecesecc cee sces ests eseeeeesereaeseeetereneecees 29 *THAT HOPPER PARTY! oooc.cc.c.cccccccccesce ceccesesteecsstscnescveseesnnecsessensteranssenestnecasnenapemeenenen sic? 30° *EAST SIDE, WEST SIDE (Jan Clayton-Guy Madison )...............-:::e settee 34 i *PETER LAWFORD’S LIFE STORY (part one)... .....ceceseeeseeeee Bae) FULL HOUSE—FULL HEART (Paul Henreid )..............ccccceseseccereeee tees ee rsee teense ne srecsnees 41 *"BLOOMER GIRL” (Margaret O’Brien)... (Siscyagiles pes erea eee eee eet er AZ| *PEACE, IT'S WONDERFUL! (the Ronald Reagams ).........-.-....:.:cc sce resists reeeeeteess 45 4 HE SINGS FOR YOUR SUPPER (Perry Como )..........0..:::Gccecseseeee ees hae AS MOLLY AND ME (Johnny Coy)).....1.2.c::cccccccccccccccccescecteeeteresssereresssnnnanencscncesesenansverssesnererst 49 FOR THE LOVE OF “MIKE!” (Mr. and Mrs. John Payne )............:.:-.:ee eee 51 *BALL OF FIRE (Cornel Wilde) ...........cccccc ccc ccsecescsereneeeseceenenessnenssberenencrensanensucnczssesss 53 *" CUTEST PER-SON-AL-ITY!”" (Ross Hunter ) 57 *"MY HOBBY IS YOU” (June Allyson-Dick Powell) ...........::csccccesset cess stssescseeeeeees 59 GOOD NEWS by Louella Parsons ............. sedis sche Ta Oe aa ene ns ok 60 * color pages JOHNNY COY in Paramount's ‘Ladies’ Mam’ .......0.. cccecccsesese esse estes es eeee re teeeteecenenenss 30 JUNE HAVER in 20th-Fox's “Three Little Girls in Blue’. .....2.....0. cst eter 30 FRANK LATIMORE in 20th-Fox’s ‘Three Little Girls in Blue” .........cseee ee 30 LIZABETH SCOTT in Paramount's “The Strange Love of Martha Ivers” 30 MARK STEVENS in RKO's “Dark Corner’. .............2 1 cba SE eet ce ee 230 BILL WILLIAMS in RKO's “A Likely Story’ ...0.....0-.-..c:cccececcscecescreeseeer ees enenenseneeteseteneees: 30 JAN CLAYTON, M-G-M Star ........... ae Nee a ee Po hos once BOs 34 GUY MADISON in Selznick’s ‘Till the End of Time’ ................cecctttt ete 35 PETER LAWFORD in M-G-M's "Two Sisters From Boston” .............:::0:11 es 39 MARGARET O'BRIEN in M-G-M's ‘‘Three Wise Fools” .................::s:esceseeeesereeees 42 RONALD REAGAN in Warner's “Stallion Road’ ............ce cece eerste teeter re teeeeeee 44 JANE WYMAN in Warner's “One More TOMOTYO Was See coe ee eee eee 44 CORNEL WILDE in Columbia's ‘Bandit of Sherwood Forest’ ..........:c:cce 54 ROSS HUNTER in Columbia's ‘Out of the Depths” .......2....:cceceeseeeeeteetsteteretne 56 JUNE ALLYSON in M-G-M's “Two Sisters From Boston ened 58 DICK POWELL in RKO’s “The Brick Foxhole? 2.00.20. o2cccccscseesesesseeeeeeseetetseeetsnsetnessenes 59 departments MOVIE REVIEWS: by Virginia Wilson....... ~ cade ceaon val «SOU Secs eco ius auen Gy eee Rep eeeanecers ts 6 CO-ED: by Jean Kimkec nw... ccceccccsecceceseseeceseeseseeneneeneneanerenneresassenrezanencanannananasansas 203205 16 MUSIC: “Sweet and Hot” by Leonard Feather. .............ccccesesceceestee es tererseesscsesecseseess SUPER (COUPRON (cscs ccceentens se cetescoetnatecreraaysceys=a- coms seeioneanes RADIO: “Ed Sullivan Speaking”. BEAUTY: “Summer Leg Show’’............ccccccesssceeesecsesteeereeees *FASHION: by Toussia Pines ............ccccc:cceecsseeseeeeeeteeicess INFORMATION DESK ...............-.---00: oy COOKING: “Fresh Fruit Desserts” COVER: JUNE ALLYSON IN M-G-M’S “TWO SISTERS FROM BOSTON.” COVER AND COLOR PORTRAITS OF PETER LAWFORD, JANE WYMAN AND RONALD REAGAN AND CORNEL WILDE BY WILLINGER. ALBERT P. DELACORTE, Executive Editor HENRY.P. MALMGREEN, Editor MAGDA MASKELL, western manager JEAN KINKEAD, contributing editor JANE WILKIE, western editor GUS GALE, staff photographer B BEERMAN, staff phot her MIRIAM GHIDALIA, associate editor BS) ee ee SHIRLEY FROHLICH, service dept. BERYL STOLLER, assistant editor TOUSSIA PINES, fashion editor OTTO STORCH, art director BEVERLY LINET, information desk BILL WEINBERGER, art editor CHARLES SAXON, humor editor oS ee Eee eee ne POSTMASTER: Please send notice on Form 3578 and copies returned under Label Form 3579 to 149/Madison Avenue, New York 16, New York Vol. 33, No. 2, July, 1946. Copyright;-1946, the Dell Publishing Co., Inc., 149. Madison Ave., New York. t A Office of publication at Washington and South Aves., Dunellen, N. J. Chicago Advertising office, 360 N. Michigan Ave., Chicago 1, Illinois. Single copy price, 15¢ in U.S. and ~§. A. and Canada $1.50 a year; elsewhere $2.50 a year. Entered as second class matter Sept. 18, 1930, at the post office, Dunellen, N. J., under Act of March 3, 1879. The publishers accept no responsibility for the return of unsolicited material. Names of characters used in semi-fictional matter are fictitious. If the name of any living person is used it is purely a coincidence. 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dances and romances with gorgeous Esther Williams IN TECHNICOLOR sings love songs...and so does Lucille Ball IN TECHNICOLOR fights and frolics with | funny-man Keenan Wynn IN TECHNICOLOR M-G-M’s whirlwind musical romance IN TECHNICOLOR ~ VAN JOHNSON + ESTHER WILLIAMS LUCILLE BALL * KEENAN WYNN ‘ Adapted by Dorothy Kingsley ¢ From the Screenplay C EC | |. K F LLAWAY “libeled Lady" by Maurine Watkins, Howard Emmett Rogers and George Oppenheimer _ Directed by CARLOS RAMIREZ - BEN BLUE : : EDWARD BUZZELL Produced b | ETHEL SMITH JACK CUMMINGS | AT THE ORGAN A METRO-GOLDWYN-MAYER PICTURE aun et

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From the top of every ; best-seller fist it. comes...to re screen entertainment with its warmth — and splendor! Darryl g. Fanuck PRESENTS ee aan saat ieee A HANSON Bringing the wonder of her western beauty... INI | | ARNEL Into his strange, Exotic Kingdom came Anna... The flame of her courage...the weapon of her wit! * ANNA : LEE J. COBB - GALE SONDERGAARD - MIKHAIL RASUMNY’ = ? DENNIS HOEY - TITO RENALDO - RICHARD-LYON Directed by JOHN CROMWELL * Produced by LOUIS D. LIGHTON REE URY EON Screen Play by Talbot Jennings and Sally Benson Based upon the Biography by Margaret Landon

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G { 3 7 1946—6 Academy ! - Awards including a best picture, “The | Lost Weekend,” and au best male perform- aN ance, Ray Milland! ; Oo | Pp |} | J ug aw g> 1945 —& Academy . Awards including best picture, “Going My Way,” and best male performance, Bing Crosby! Ree

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OLIVIA DeHAVILLAND...AND THE MOST DYNAMIC MALE STAR DISCOVERY OF OUR TIME... BRING YOU A STORY THAT RANKS WITH THE TWO UNFORGETTABLE ROMANCES IN SCREEN HISTORY! ~ Olivia De Havilland To 6ach His Cun with Mary Anderson «- Roland Culver Virginia Welles + Phillip Terry - Bill Goodwin and introducing John Lund » Mitchell Leisen Production Produced by Charles Brackett - Directed by Mitchell Leisen Screen Play by Charles Brackett and Jacques Thery THEIR “HEARTS WERE YOUNG AND GAY”... . AND NOW THEY RE HAVING TWICE AS MUCH FUN WITH A COLLEGEFUL OF MEN...TAKING OVER A PRINCETON HOUSE-PARTY, LOCK, STOCK, AND BARITONES! “Our Hearts ere Growing Up’ Starring GAIL RUSSELL: DIANA LYNN » BRIAN DONLEVY wih BILLY DE WOLFE - WILLIAM DEMAREST James Brown - Bill Edwards Produced by Daniel Dare - Directed by William D. Russell Screen Play by Norman Panama and Melvin Frank Based on a story by Frank Waldman

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ee Jr. (Peter Lawford), who doesn’t think much of Abigail, but does approve of sister Martha, who can speak Greek!—M-G-M P. S. Peter Lawford stood on the set one day, watching Ben Blue give out with a short dance routine. Peter imitated the steps perfectly. Ben smiled, did a more compli- cated step. Peter surprised him by re- peating perfectly. Ben figures that Peter is potential dancing material, says he has the grace and the knack for it... . June Allyson married Dick Powell while the picture was in production. The day be- fore the wedding, she was called into the studio early in the morning. Seems a brass hat wanted to see her. Completely on the defensive, Junie walked into his office— and was told that the studio was giving her ten days off for a honeymoon. She left, melting all over the place. A STOLEN LIFE If you’re a Bette Davis fan, this picture is going to make you happy. Because Bette plays a dual role—twin sisters—one very, very bad, one very, very good. As a foil to Bette’s double charms, there is Glenn Ford, looking very he-mannish in dungarees, a pipe and a motor boat. Dane Clark has a field day as the rudest char- acter ever to appear on the screen. The good sister, Kate Bosworth, is an artist. She comes up to the Island, a tiny isle off the New England coast, to visit her cousin Freddie (Charles Ruggles). When she misses the steamer to the Island, she gets a ride with Bill Emerson (Glenn Ford). He does repair’ work at the light- house. Kate thinks she’d like to see him again, but being a shy type, goes about it very indirectly. She makes arrangements to sketch Eben Folger (Walter Brennan), the lighthouse keeper. She’s doing all right both with the sketch and with Bill, when he meets her sister, Pat. Now Pat looks so much like Kate that no one can tell them apart, but she’s quite a different type underneath. When Pat gets a load of Bill, she goes to work on him immediately. Love to Pat is like a soap bubble, fun to toss around for awhile and never mind when it bursts. Love to Kate is as enduring as life itself. But men are easily dazzled, and Bill marries Pat. He soon regrets it. She is selfish and unfaithful, and makes him give up the work he likes, in order to make more money. Then comes the sailing accident where Pat is drowned and Kate is saved. Only, by a curious quirk of fate, Kate is wearing her sister’s wedding ring when she_ is found, and everyone believes she is Pat. This, Kate thinks crazily, is her chance to win Bill’s love, to be his wife. She soon finds that she couldn’t have picked a worse way, for he and Pat had been ready for divorce when Pat went sailing that day. Still, there might be something she could do... —War. P. S. Miss Davis was overjoyed with her role, once a starring vehicle for Elizabeth Bergner on the English stage. It allowed her to get out of period costumes and into 24 changes of gay and modern clothes .. . All was not sweetness and light, though. Miss Davis suffered a sprained ankle, acute laryngitis, a touch of seasickness brought on by the storm sequences, and finally a head-on collision with a balky door that MOVIE REVIEWS (Continued from page 6) failed to open for a hasty exit. The collision knocked her unconscious . . . While work- ing in the film, his first since his discharge from the Marine Corps, Glenn Ford be- came a father with the advent of Peter Newton Ford ... Glenn continued with his cinema superstitions, wearing the same brown necktie given him by Margaret Sullavan during the filming of his “break” picture, “So Ends Our Night.’ He also insisted on wearing his wedding band, and though he was playing a single man in the picture, wore the ring suspended from his neck inside his shirt. ONE MORE TOMORROW Here is a new version of “The Animal Kingdom” with Ann Sheridan, Dennis Morgan and Alexis Smith playing the fa- moustriangle. Jack Carsoniscastasa butler named Pat, and he takes a great personal interest in his boss, Tom Collier (Dennis Morgan). Tom is a millionaire’s son, and he’s led a pleasant, easy-going existence till he meets Christie Sage (Ann Sheridan). Christie is a working girl—a photog- rapher, to be exact, but she _ treats Tom and his millions with equal indif- ference. There’s no real reason why that should bother him. After all, she’s just a girl who came to take pictures of his birth- day party, and here is luscious Cecelia AUGUST ISSUE Long and lanky Gregory P. Adorns our August cover— July 12th’s the newsstand day To buy your M. S. right away! Henry (Alexis Smith) at his elbow to keep him happy. So why is it that Tom walks out on the party and drives home with Christie? He isn’t sure himself, especially when he gets there and finds her apart- ment full of the kind of people he has always been taught to regard as “radicals.” Tom’s ideas change a lot in the next few months. He goes to work on a progressive magazine and puts up money for it, too, because he believes in its principles. He falls in love with Christie, but she won’t marry him because “I couldn’t live the way you’ve been brought up, Tom. Country estates and town houses and not caring what happens to the world as long as your little corner of it is comfortable.” So Christie goes to Mexico, and Tom marries Cecelia Henry. She pulls him back with velvet relentlessness into the social whirl she loves. She even makes him fire Pat, which is okay with that young man. salt don’t like it around here anyway now,” he says. “Things have changed.” Then Christie comes back from Mexico, and the plot speeds up considerably. You'll find Jané Wyman, John Loder and Thurston Hall agreeably in the cast—War. P. S. When not before the camera, Miss Sheri- dan devoted considerable time to knitting —a habit she established when “Bundles for Britain” were being made up... . The only arguments that went on day after day were between Dennis Morgan and Jack Carson and it always dealt with technique — in playing golf. These two are ardent golf- ers, and even during the noon hour they d dash over to the nearby Lakeside course. — _ . . During the length of the produc- tion, Miss Smith received—by actual count —1143 fan letters. More than 1000 were from men in the service, and half of these asked for photographs of the pin-up vari- ety. ... In their spare time on the set, Sheridan and Wyman and Morgan and Carson perfected an act consisting of gags, dances and jokes, designed to entertain service men stationed in Southern Cali- fornia. THE STRANGER Charles Rankin (Orson Welles) is anew- comer to the village of Harper. He has been there long enough, however, to establish himself as a professor of history at the school and as the fiancé of Mary Longstreet (Loretta Young). He has done both things deliberately, as he does every- thing, for the time when they will be use- ful to him. When he and others like him can re-weld the power which not long ago almost defeated civilization. There are obstacles in his path of which he is not yet aware. One of them lands in South America from England. He is a big, slow-moving detective named Wilson (Edward G. Robinson) who is following a neurotic, escaped German prisoner. The prisoner, Meinike (Konstantin Shayne) was deliberately allowed to escape. Al- lowed to get in touch with his contacts in South America. Allowed to take a boat from there to New York and a train to Harper, Connecticut. But when he tells Rankin, whcm he knew in Germany as Fritz Krindler, about these escapes, Rankin knows it’s a trap. Fortunately, no one has seen Meinike come to his house—no one but Mary Longstreet, who is to be his bride that night. So Meinike disappears. Wilson is suspi- cious, but he has no proof. He asks as many questions as he can about Charles Rankin, who is now away on his honey- moon. When Rankin comes back, he finds Wilson established as an authority on clocks, which are Rankin’s own hobby. The men are thrown together constantly. They talk over the 200-year-old clock in the Harper church tower, but neither of them knows the part it is to play in their tragedy._RKO P. Ss. _ . For the death jump of more than sixty feet, Orson Welles hired a stunt man, Paul Stader, who was overjoyed at the prospect, claiming he’d break the record (if not his neck) for stunt jumping for films. After piling up a heap of cardboard boxes at the foot of the steeple, Stader was dismayed to find that the front office thought it would be better to use a dumm than to take a chance with his life. Stade went home that night practically in seer | 3 Orson Welles was also a mighty dejected man when Rita Haywort! | left him right in the middle of th production. He spent days on the set| hiding from the ever-curious press, whi! mobbed the studio for a few words witl| Welles. TO EACH HIS OWN Girls fell in love just as suddenly an:

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wow! WHAT A ~ LESSON IN CARESSIN | | THE SCREEN’S | FULL OF STARS WITH THEIR ARMS FULL OF LOVE! Be See * WHAT ANNIE D SHERIDA = ore Iv ; | | TS THE BIG LOVE AND LOVE-iIT = OW FROM WARNERS / } f abel DI R a Screen Play by Charles Hoffman & Catherine Turney » Additional Dialogue by JuliusJ. DIRECTED BY 3 PRODUCED BY REGINALD GAR NE and Philip G. Epstein « Based on the Play by Philip Barry Music by Max Steiner ° PETER GODFREY BENJAMIN GLAZER

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recklessly during the first World War as they did during this last one. One day they were heart whole and fancy free, and i the next, in love. That’s what happens to Jody Norris (Olivia De Havilland). Cap- tain Cosgrove (John Lund) comes through z “yyy, Yj j YY y her home town on a bond selling tour. p | yy ; j yyy LD He’s only there one night, but one night | j j y ] is enough. Jody falls in love with a terrific } smash. Three months later, when she hears that Cosgrove has been killed in France, she already knows that she is to bear his child. She goes to New York when the time comes, and young Griggsy is born in a hospital there. Jody has figured out a way by which she can adopt him without anyone at home knowing he’s really hers. But Jody’s plans go astray. Griggsy is adopted instead by her neighbors, a rich young couple. Alex (Philip Terry) and Corinne (Mary Anderson) are devoted to the boy. Jody spends as much time at their home as she can—so much that Cor- .| inne gets jealous and finally demands that she stay away. Even when Jody desper- \ ately tells her the truth about Griggsy’s birth, Corinne refuses to give him up. The next years are hell for Jody. She goes to New York and becomes phenomenally suc- “| os | oe See busiie: but it’s a lonely life. Z : eth Q or a few short months, she has Griggsy | i ne ipstick shade cones ee golden with her, but even that doesn’t work. He is homesick and wants his “mother.” So | Jody goes to England to open a branch of colored metal case of jeweler her business. She is still there when World War II breaks out, with unexpected con- _ | . Hi. design. The smartest color in cap- =| sequences. —Par. _tivity. Matching lure for cheeks eo => : : : Prepared for a big crowd scene supposed in Sunbird rouge, feather- to have taken place about 1920, Director Mitchell Leiser groaned when the extras appeared on the set. Their hair was done up strictly in 1946 fashion, which clashed with their long waistlines and French heels. “Good lord,’ he said, light creme or cake. Lipstick, $1., Rouge, 49. “you girls can certainly remember how 4 : - you used to do your hair in those days. (Plus tax.) Yow’re not that young!” “Oh, I remember!” howled one woman, and immediately began to spangle her hair with frenzied hands. Others regained their memories and fol- lowed suit. “That’s it! That’s it!” said the delighted director . . . John Lund comes to the scene from the Broadway play, “The Hasty Heart,” and promises to be a sen- sational success with moviegoers. Sup- posed to play only the part of Olivia De Havilland’s lover in the early sequences, his performance was so fine that producer Charles Brackett and Leisen decided to give him a dual role and have him portray Olivia’s son at the end of the film. For the latter sequences, Lund’s blond hair was dyed brown. * SUSPENSE Barry Sullivan plays a very tough guy named Joe Morgan, who makes love and commits murder with the same deadpan expression. When we first encounter Joe, he’s looking for a job. He soon gets one from Dan Leonard (Albert Dekker), who owns a huge ice show and is married to its star, Roberta (Belita). It isn’t much of a job at first, but he has a hunch he'll get a better one soon. For a while, Roberta is conscious of Joe only as a fresh guy who ought to be put in his place. Then he comes through with a startling idea for her skating act. An idea that scares the daylights out of everybody but Roberta. She likes it, and she isn’t afraid of the risk involved. So, a few nights later, clad in a scanty and altogether allur- ing costume, she does this “death defying leap through a ring of knives.” Something more dangerous-than knives is confronting ‘

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\ en The Haymes-James combination got - $ ~ eerie, her at this point, however. She has begun to feel Joe’s strange and rather sinister fascination. She isn’t very much in love with her husband, and their relationship has been more like a business partnership than a marriage. Leonard begins to suspect what's going on. He takes Roberta off to their hunting lodge in the mountains. When Joe turns up there, Leonard is sure. He de- cides to shoot this interloper. Joe is saved by a sudden snowslide, which kills Leon- ard. Or does it? His body isn’t found, and in the next few months some strange things - happen. Joe determines that if Leonard is alive he won’t stay that way long—Mon. P. 8S. The first time the producers saw Belita take a spill during rehearsal, they jumped onto the ice and nearly broke their own necks trying to reach the star. They had her carried off the ice and insisted she go home for the day. Belita couldn’t convince them that spills are a common occurrence ti her life . . . During rehearsals for the “Cabildo” number, Miguelito Valdes stood on a huge drum in the middle of the arena, clad in earmuffs, muffler and lumpy gloves, in addition to a few sweaters, ete. Out came Belita, wearing little more than a few spangles. Valdes beckoned to her, handed down a cigarette lighter. “Here,” he said, “warm yourself up!” ... Eugene Pallette, ex-butcher, spent spare time off the set at the store of a friend in the valley, merrily hacking away Gt cuts of meat. DO YOU LOVE ME? In the Hilliard School of Music, nothing bet the classics are taught. There has al_ ways been a Hilliard at the head of the school, and there still is—Miss Katherine Hilliard (Maureen O’Hara). Look at her now as she addresses the board of trustees. She’s wearing tweeds, low heeled shoes, and eyeglasses. “I’m leaving for New York to- day,” she announces. “While there I’ll con- sult with Deems Taylor about a classical and symphonic program for our Spring Music Festival. I’ll be back in three days.” That’s what she thinks. On the train she runs into Barry Clayton (Harry James) aud his hot band. Barry tries out his latest song on her, and loses fifty fast bucks to Dilly, his clarinetist, because she doesn’t react. “Aw, she’s not normal, you can’t count her,” Barry complains. “Look at the way she dresses. She has no more sex appeal than a_ turnip.” Katherine, 6ver- hearing, is furious. No girl likes to hear that she has no sex appeal! Then when she meets Deems Taylor in New York, he gives her a polite brush-off in favor of a singer in a super-feminine hat. That does it. Katherine gets the works—she becomes a blonde, she buys a whole new wardrobe, she discards the eyeglasses entirely. Glamor, Incorporated. Now all she needs is a man, to take her to the night club where Barry is playing. She picks one up on the street and he turns out (this could only happen in the movies) to be Jimmy Hale (Dick Haymes), the town’s favorite crooner. He introduces her to Barry who hasn’t the faintest idea that she’s the girl of the train. Jimmy thinks she’s in love with Barry, when actually she is only trying to prove to herself that she does so too have more sex appeal than a turnip! It doesn’t take her long. Both men are soon in love with her. Even Deems Taylor asks her for a date. But something outrageous happens. Kath- erine develops a taste for swing music, and wait till the trustees of the Hilliard School hear about that!—20th-Fox. P. S. No one overlooks underarm odor— so look to Mum for protection T’s A GIFT—the way you wear jewels for smart effect. But, honey, can’t you see? Even the love- liest of trinkets fails to be effective when charm itself fades away. So don’t stop at washing away past per- spiration. But do guard against risk of future underarm odor. Let Mum give un- Sasa ha2="" © Product of Bristol-Myers derarms the special care they need. Mum smooths on in half a minute. Keeps you bath-fresh and sweet—safe from offending underarm odor all day or eve- ning long. Mum is harmless to skin and clothing. Creamy, snow-white Mum is so quick and easy to use—before or after dressing. Won't ° dry out in the jar or form irritating crys- tals. Why take chances with your charm when you can trust Mum? Get a jar of Mum today. 4 e 2 For Sanitary Napkins — Mum is gentle, safe, dependable...ideal for this use, too. TAKES THE ODOR OUT OF PERSPIRATION 13

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and there’s a dead man beside you. His name is Jardine and he’s a man you hated. The doorbell is ringing like crazy—prob- ably the police. Tough! - Only, as it happens, it isn’t the police ' at the door. It’s your beautiful red haired secretary, Kathleen (Lucille Ball). And she is willing, even anxious, to help you out of the mess you’re in. A mess that started three years ago in San Francisco when you had a partner, Arthur Jardine (Kurt Kreuger). You, of course, were a private detective then, as now. You were Bradford Galt (Mark Stevens) and you objected to having a crooked partner— eu.e who was blackmailing all your femi- nine clients. You told Jardine so, the night you caught him stealing some of the firm’s money. He said, “Very well, Brad, you have me cold. Drive me out to my house and I'll give you back what I’ve stolen.” You fell for it, like a dope. On the way, he hit you over the head, doused you with Scotch, and started the car down a hill. It hit a truck and killed the driver and you went to jai! for two years. When you got out, you came to New York, to start over. You would forget about Jardine. But he won’t let you forget him. You go out to do the town with your gorgeous secretary and you spot a guy tailing you. A big guy in a white suit (William Ben- dix). You get him up to your office and give him the works and find out the name of the man who hired him. Jardine. It’s a lot more complicated than it seems on the surface, too. You find that out later. Right now you've never heard of Mr. Cath- eart (Clifton Webb) who owns the famous art gallery. Or his lovely wife, Mari (Cathy Downs). If you had, you might not be so baffled when you wake up and find Jardine dead beside you.—20th-Fox. P. S. Ajter his performance in “The Dark Corner,” Mark Stevens was acclaimed as one of the top movie finds of 1946. And less than three years ago, he had to walk twelve miles to his first film test for lack of carfjare . .. During the film’s making, Mark learned that his wife, Annelle, would make him a father in September ... Kurt Kreugers home life was disrupted during the shooting of the picture when his ad- dress and phone number appeared in print. His home was deluged by fans, and his studio couldn’t reach him by phone. “T? you don’t believe it,’ Kurt told the phone company, “listen in on my wire some time.” The phone company did, | agreed with their customer, and gave him a new phone number... Lucille Ball is one star who doesn’t fake her typing and short- hand in movie scenes. An ex-stenographer, she can dat out a letter with ease, al- though she admits she’s no expert... . THE WALLS CAME TUMBLING DOWN When columnist Gilbert Archer (Lee Bowman) was a boy, Father Walsh kept him out of reform school. They’ve been friends ever since, so it’s natural that the good Father should come to Archer with the puzzle of the two Bibles and the painting “The Walls of Jericho.” That night, Father Walsh is found hang- ing in his living room. The police call it suicide, but Archer is sure it’s murder. He starts an investigation of his own, and the first person he comes across is a pretty girl who calls herself “Patricia Foster” (Marguerite Chapman). Archer finds out that her real name is Laura Browning, and _ that she is a granddaughter of the man who | owned the painting. Archer’s connection with Father Walsh (Continued on page 18) One tissue stands far ahead of all other brands in public preference . . . and that one tissue is’ Kleenex! In a certified nation-wide poll of thou- sands of tissue users, 7 out of every 10 went on record to say: “Of all tissues, I like Kleenex best!”’ 7 out of 10. Such overwhelming prefer- ence shows there must be a real difference between “Kleenex Tissues and other brands. A special process used only for Kleenex keeps this tissue luxuriously soft, dependably strong. That’s why others can’t be ‘‘just like Kleenex.” And only Kleenex of all tissues gives you the handy Serv-a-Tissue Box. Yes, *T.M. Reg. U.S. Pat. Off. Zour oF 10 TIssvE USERS SAY ‘Of all brands | like Kleenex y MORE KLEENEX being made than ever before. So keep asking for it! only with Kleenex can you pull a tissue and have the next one pop up ready for use. So keep asking for Kleenex—America’s favorite tissue. Each and every month there’ll be more and more Kleenex Tissues for you.

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CARY GRANT INGRID BERGMAN in ALFRED HITCHCOCK'S erorous’ with CLAUDE RAINS LOUIS GALHERN - LENORE ULRIC MADAME LEOPOLDINE KONSTANTIN Directed by ALFRED HITCHCOCK Written by BEN HECHT

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He insists that he is the father of “Patricia Foster,” and he is willing to pay a large sum for the two Bibles. Everybody, at this point, is searching madly for the Bibles, and things get a little rough. Especially when Archer discovers that one of the Bibles was buried with the body of Laura’s grandfather. A spot of grave-robbing seems indicated, and that gets complicated.—Col. P. 8S. Lee Bowman, by the time the film was half finished, vowed that fate was against him. In the first place, he broke two bones in his right hand during a fight sequence. He was no sooner back in front of the cameras than he found himself in a rain sequence that went on for fourteen days. “I used to take more punishment in the days I played villains on the screen,” he said. To top it all, his wife turned interior decorator and flew to Canada to “do” the house of director Victor Fleming. Mrs. Bowman’s absence left Lee alone with his household and when the cook came down with the flu, the actor spent extra hours cooking breakfast for his two chil- dren. And of course he had to burn his hand in the process. . . Marguerite Chap- man, who would rather eat spaghetti than anything else she can think of, had her fill of the dish during the film’s shooting. On a set representing an Italian restau- rent, she ate spaghetti for three days run- ning. A SCANDAL IN PARIS — “A Scandal In Paris” is based upon the life of Eugene Francois Vidocg, who seems to have offered plenty of cause for scandal. George Sanders, as Vidocg, makes it all plausible and amusing. The story begins with him in jail. His cellmate at the moment is Emile (Akim Tamiroff) who comes from a long line of thieves. One of them kindly sends him a file in a birthday cake. Nothing like a file for a happy birthday. They are soon out of jail, and Vidocq celebrates by making love to a vivacious entertainer, Loretta (Carole Landis). In the course of the eve- ning, he also steals her ruby-studded gar- ter, and he and Emile get out of Paris for a while. The next year passes in a series of what come to be known to the police as the “Casanova” robberies. Eventually Vidocq and Emile encounter the elderly Marquise de Pierremont (Alma Kruger) who, like all women, takes a vast liking to Vidocq. She invites him to visit her, and he brings Emile along as his servant. They discover, to their considerable consternation, that her son is the Minister of Police. It takes more than that to deter Vidocq. He and Emile steal the Marquise’s diamonds. Emile wants to head straight for Paris with them, but Vidocq, instead, hides them in the shrubbery outside the castle. Then when the Minister has discharged his Chief of Police for not finding them, Vidocq discovers a series of “clues” which lead directly to the jewels. So who is the next Chief of Police? Naturally—Vidocq! —U. A. P. S. Ever since he read the memoirs of Eu- gene Francois Vidocq, in the original French, George Sanders has wanted to id play the swash-buckling Frenchman the screen. He had only one regret dur- ing the filming of the picture when, fully — clad in a suit of armor, he was thrown — from a horse who objected to the medieval burden. ... Akim Tamiroff, always a lover of character makeup, complained for the first time on this movie. As Emile, he wears a false nose and false ears. Espe- cially molded of plastic makeup, the nose could be used only once, which meant that summedup, Tamiroff wore 56 different noses, each one of which was extremely uncom- fortable to wear. “No civilian could stand it!” he griped, and threw the company into hysterics. ... All the costumes, for both men and women, were created by Norma, a twenty-three-year-old girl. This was the first job she did on her own. LADY LUCK Lady Luck may be flickle, but she’s gay and fun to have around. The same may be said of this picture, which stars Robert Young, Barbara Hale and Frank Morgan. One of my favorite characters, James Gleason, gives one of my favorite perform- ances of the year. There is a hilarious scene with a little guy (Teddy Hart) in his first crap game, which will appeal to any- one who ever rolled dice. The story concerns the Audrey family, who have always been gamblers. Gramp (Frank Morgan), only surviving male /udrey, is no exception. But his grand- daughter, Mary (Barbara Hale), won't even buy cigarettes from a machine be- cause it reminds her of slot machines. She runs a bookstore in Beverly Hills and spends her spare time trying to keep Gramp from playing the races—definitely a losing battle. One day she leaves Gramp to look after the store while she goes to the bank. Larry Scott (Robert Young), one of the sporting men about town, drops in in search of a racing form. He and Gramp get into conversation, and Gramp offers to book his bet, thinking it won’t be more than ten bucks or so. It’s two hun- dred, and the darn horse wins. Gramp decides to leave town, but Larry gets a quick look at Mary and offers to settle the debt for an invitation to dinner. When he finds out how she feels about gambling, he is at first incredulous. Grad- ually, as he falls in love, he thinks maybe she’s got something there. Maybe he ought to start being a respectable, law- abiding citizen. So he reforms, and they go to Las Vegas and get married. But on the wedding night, Larry gets involved, quite innocently, in a crap game. Mary is furious. “Once a gambler, always a gambler,” she says, and starts divorce pro- ceedings instead of the honeymoon. That’s when Sam (James Gleason), one of Larry’s pals, has a brainstorm. If he could only get Mary to gamble once herself, she might understand how Larry feels. But he doesn’t know about the Audrey gambling blood, or he would never have done what he did. | That Barbara Hale is going places very fast indeed. Keep an eye on her.—RKO. STEAM ON THE BEAM —That’s our Jean and her teens. We mean Jean Kinkead, of course. Her “Glamor For The Teens” is one chart you teen-agers agree no gal should be without. You particularly like the way it tackles ALL those little take- the-joy-out-of-living problems like (sh-h-h!) blackheads, pimples, oily _skin, protruding tummy. Jean’s just revised the whole works, adding two completely new sections. See Super Coupon, page 24, to get your free copy.

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20 w, % Oat) %) oa & wv ee. % % % abo © eb ne enhg MS,” By LEONARD FEATHER @ Last time I started in by saying this was Feather- Sticks-His-Neck-Out Month in the Sweet and Hot department. This time it’s Feather-Sticks-His-Chest- Out, or Personal Plugs Month. All the records in the Hot Jazz section feature my own music. and/or lyrics; I played piano on some of them, got the bands together and supervised the recordings on seven of them. Therefore, they’re recommended with reservations. I’d modestly been avoiding mentioning most of my own records for a long time, but a thought has occurred to me. Sure, I have thoughts. All the other reviewers either ignore or pan my records, since no critic likes to see a rival critic trying to be a musi- cian at the same time. So why shouldn’t they (my records, not the critics) get a mention from the one writer who’s ready, willing and simply delighted to give you some inside stories on them? Therefore, without a by-your-leave to Editors Al or Henry, I’ve gone and disposed of the subject of Records by Feather in one large dose and I promise to be a good boy and not plug myself again for a long, long time. A couple of months, anyway. : Oh, before I forget: Best popular record of the month: “Legalize My Name” (Pearl Bailey) , not sweet. Woody Herman's got "The Band Of The Year" and Lynne Stevens, singer. Best hot jazz: Esquire All-Star Album (with reservations) ! BEST POPULAR CEMENT MIXER—Alvino Rey (Capitol), Slim Gaillard (Cadet), Wingie Manone (Four Star), Hal McIntyre (Cosmo)—The latest novelty tune, and, depending upon whether you go for novelty tunes, guaranteed to either make you drunk with joy, or drive you raging insane. If you’re a Mairzy Doats hater, this may just be the straw that cracks your back. However... It was originated by Slim Gaillard, formerly of Slim and Slam. (Slam Stewart.) Slim and Slam first got famous when, back in 1938, they came up with “Flat Foot Floogie.” They were on the road for a while, and then Slam went with Benny Good- man, and now he’s a big name on his own. Slim was in the Army, then drifted out to the West Coast and stayed there, making records by the bushel with different combinations. This “Cement Mixer” puts him right up there with Slam as a big name now. It’s a real crazy thing, goes along something like: “Cement mixer, put-ti put-ti, puddle de voot, puddle de root,” etc. Voot is Slim’s favorite word, anyway, and he’s got a whole language of his own. Including “oreenee” which he sticks on the end of practically everything. Vootoreenee, for instance. And he’s really a very talented guy. Plays guitar, piano, vibes, trumpet and tenor saxoreenee. DON’T BE A BABY, BABY —Trummy Young (G.I.), Tommy Dorsey (Continued on page 22) "Stick to the script!" warned "Supper Club" maestro. But Perry Como had such a good time with Carole Landis when she appeared on his show they had to smother the giggles.

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SWEET AND HOT (Continued from page 20) meee EE aE Eran ESEEy Epp SET (Victor), Benny Goodman Sextet (Colum- bia)—The Trummy Young version of this is out under a new label—GI Records. It’s an outfit owned and operated entire- ly by ex-GlIs. Principally Justin Stone. (As a band leader, he played at the Lincoln Hotel, if you remember.) Justin really assembled this band, which re- corded under Trummy Young’s name. Trummy, who used to be with Goodman, and who plays trombone and sings very well here, is the only non-ex-Gl con- nected with the proceedings. On the Dorsey “Don’t Be a Baby, Baby,” the label reads “Tommy Dorsey’s Clam- bake Seven.” It’s the first time T.D.’s used that name in about seven years. And there’s an ex-GI connected with his ver- sion, too: Sy Oliver, who does the vocal. Sy was recently appointed musical director of the Mutual Network program, “En- dorsed by Dorsey.” He’s the first Negro ever to get a job of that kind with a big network. The Benny Goodman waxing of “Don’t Be a Baby, Baby,” has its patriotic angle, too. Its ex-GI is Art Lund, who sang with Benny in 1941, before going into service. He was calling himself Art London, then. Right now, he’s having a big success with the band, has been offered jobs by four, count ’em, Sour, movie companies. You think that’s bad? Don’t be a baby, baby. LEGALIZE MY NAME —Pearl Bailey (Columbia)—Pardon your friend Feather while he sits back and swells up. Do you happen to recall the very first L. Feather column in this splendid magazine? The one where I did a little raving about a girl called Pearl Bailey? Watch her, I said in some excitement. And now I feel very smug, because she’s gone and swiped the new show, “St. Louis Woman,” right out | from under the feet of the other perform- | ers, and all Broadway’s singing her praises. Although why anybody else should sing, when Miss Bailey’s around, I don’t know. 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He was swell to me, introduced me right in the middle of the show. It was my first time on the radio, and I was so excited it’s a wonder I didn’t eat the microphone. It would probably have tasted like a ham sandwich to me at the time. Anyhow, I never forgot that night. And eleven years later, I wrote this tune in memory of the first time I met Willie Bryant. I helped Willie round up the men for this date, and I think the record’s a lot of fun. You can hear Willie talking on it, just the way he does at the amateur shows. ESQUIRE ALL-STAR ALBUM—Leon- ard Feather (Victor)—I’ve been a little premature in announcing this one before, but honest, kids, it’s on sale now. And I’m terrifically proud of the results. I think the records are wonderful. We tried something new on the first side (“Long, Long Journey”). Duke Ellington speaks a few words, before the music begins, about how glad he is to be here with the All- Stars, etc. “Long, Long Journey” is my own song, and one of the two sides Louis Arm- strong plays on. The other side with Louis is “Snafu,” also my tune. “The One That Got Away” (yep, another Feather opus) features Red Norvo, and the fourth and last side in the album is “Gone With The Wind” (not a Feather touch) and has Johnny Hodges on alto sax and Don Byas on tenor sax. PANACEA—Woody Herman (Columbia) —I was sitting there thinking about how the Herman bunch used to be known as the band that played the blues, and it oc- curred to me that Woody hadn’t sung any new blues in a long time. A sad state of stuff. So I wrote this tune about a girl named Panacea—you know, on account of she was a cure for all this guy’s ills—and I turned it over to Woody. Woody turned it over to Ralph Burns, who did a per- fectly sensational blues arrangement— double-timed and double-double-timed so that it builds up a terrific tension—and it looks like a hit. Woody’s already done it at his Carnegie Hall Concert, and believe me, he’s just the guy who can. D. D. T—Mary Lou Williams (Conti- nental)—An instrumental number by yours truly featuring the three girls I named last month as my favorite lady musicians. Mary Jou Williams at the piano (she’s Cafe Society Uptown’s pride and joy), Mary Osborne, guitar, and Mar- gie Hyams (who used to be with Woody), vibraphone. The other side of this is “He’s Funny That Way,” and has a nice vocal by Mary Osborne, who sings as well as she plays the guitar. Yeah, some people have all the luck. BEST FROM THE MOVIES SPELLBOUND-—Spellbound—Vido Mus- so (Savoy)—‘“Spellbound,” from the pic- ture of the same name, has been made into an instrumental number, just like “Laura” and the “Warsaw Concerto.” This record- ing background music from films is get- ting to be a habit. Leo Reisman’s done “Spellbound,” too, for Decca, but I think the Vido Musso (he’s the sax man from Stan Kenton’s outfit) version is more in- teresting. The other side of the Reisman record is “Amado Mio” from “Gilda.” Dr. Miklos Rozsa, who wrote the so-called psychological musical score of “The Lost Weekend,” did the very original and rather spine chilling score for “Spellbound.” LOVE STORY—Cornish Rhapsody— Henri René (Victor)—Here’s another movie theme, from a Gainsborough picture called “Love Story.” This recording fea- ‘tures some amazing piano work by Vladi- mir Sokoloff. The melody was written by Hubert Bath, and I think you'll enjoy bathing yourselves in it. All right, all right, I’m going. Just one more thing... TALK ABOUT A LADY—Avocado— Andrews Sisters (Decca)—This “Avocado” number is one of those semi-calypsos like “Rum and Coca-Cola.” And it’s by the same composers as the aforementioned “Amado Mio”—Allan Roberts and Doris . Fisher. A fantastically successful team, they have written about five million songs this year, and made about five billion dol- lars. I’ve told you about them before, and Tll undoubtedly be telling you about them again. The way it looks now, they’re only just beginning. RECORDS OF THE MONTH Selected by Leonard Feather BEST POPULAR ALL THAT GLITTERS IS NOT GOLD— Mildred Bailey (Majestic), Tony Pas- tor (Cosmo), Dinah Shore (Columbia) CEMENT MIXER—Alvino Rey (Capitol), Slim Gaillard (Cadet), Wingie Ma- none (Four Star), Hal McIntyre (Cosmo) . COME RAIN OR COME SHINE—Orrin Tucker (Musicraft), Dinah Shore (Columbia), Louis Prima (Majestic) DON'T BE A BABY, BABY—Trummy Young (GI), Tommy Dorsey (Victor), Benny Goodman Sextet (Columbia) THE GYPSY—Dinah Shore (Columbia), Jan Garber (Black and White), Gail Meredith (Manor) IT COULDN'T BE TRUE (OR COULD IT?)— Judy Canova (ARA), Buddy Rich (Mercury), Tex Beneke (Victor) JOSEPHINE PLEASE NO LEAN ON THE BELL —Eddie Cantor (Pan-American), Vaughn Monroe (Victor) LEGALIZE MY NAME—Pearl Bailey (Co- lumbia) PICKLE IN THE MIDDLE AND THE MUSTARD ON TOP—Louis Prima (Majestic) SEEMS LIKE OLD TIMES—Georgie Auld (Musicraft), Thelma Carpenter (Ma- jestic), Kate Smith (Columbia) HOT JAZZ CLYDE BERNHARDT—The Lady In Debt (Musicraft) WILLIE BRYANT—Amateur Night In Har- lem (Apollo) "COUSIN JOE''—Post-War Future Blues (Aladdin) LEONARD FEATHER—Esquire All-Star Album (Victor) WOODY HERMAN—Panacea (Columbia) HELEN HUMES—Unlucky Woman (Alad- din) . ETTA JONES—PETE JOHNSON—I May Be Wonderful (But I Think You're Wrong) (National) SLAM STEWART—On The Upside Looking Down (Continental) SARA VAUGHN—Signing Off (Continen- tal) MARY LOU WILLIAMS—D.D.T. (Continen- tal BEST FROM THE MOVIES BREAKFAST IN HOLLYWOOD—As If I Didn’t Have Enough On My Mind— Martha Tilton (Capitol), Harry James (Columbia) GILDA—Amado (Decca) HOODLUM SAINT—Sweetheart — Connee Boswell (Decca) KID FROM BROOKLYN—I Love an Old- Fashioned Song—Freddy Martin (Vic- tor) 5 LOST WEEKEND—Lost Weekend — Al Goodman (Victor) : LOVE STORY—Cornish Rhapsody—Henri René (Victor) : MAKE MINE MUSIC—All. The Cats Join In—Benny Goodman (Columbia), Roy Eldridge (Decca) RHAPSODY IN BLUE—The Man I Love— Eddie Haywood (Decca), Barney Kes- sel (Atomic) y SPELLBOUND—Spellbound—Vido (Savoy) TALK ABOUT A LADY—AVOCADO—An- drews Sisters (Decca) Mio—Leo Reisman Musso |

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THIS IS IT! THE ONLY INTERVIEW LANA TURNER GAVE OUT WHILE SHE WAS VISITING IN NEW YORK—AND COLUMNIST EARL WILSON GOT 1T FOR MODERN SCREEN! ‘My editorial page was all written and ready to go this month, when along came a chance to get a scoop ‘story on Lana Turner by Earl Wil- son, that witty and widely-read Broadway columnisi. With no place else in this issue to put u, I had to move oui and make room. Please forgive me; I'll see you next month. —AI Delacorte ™ Lana Turner walked into the huge living room of her suite at the Sherry Netherland, said _ “Hello, Earl,” and put out her Lt hand. We shook hands. Ht She walked over to the divan and sat down. With a gesture, she invited me q| Oxeta eo I sat down on the divan, two or three feet away. | For the next hour I sat on the | divan with Lana Turner, _inter- viewing her, taking down all she " said in my notebook. A represen- | tative of Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer sat across from us, but Miss Turner did most of (Continued on page 109) Over 100 reporters, photogs and newsreel men attended the shindig ot the Quitandinha Hotel's "Boite" nightclub in Brazil to celebrate Lano's ee 25th birthday. That's Samba Queen Linda Batista hostessing in The Hat.

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The girls bet Hedda she didn't own a hat without fruit or flowers, so H. unearthed her sailor-son's hat. As ‘'ex-Em- peror of China,’ Prince Mike Romanoft borrowed Oriental lid. A joita applesauce,’ in back, lagging behind J. Coy, (Eprtor’s Note: Gather “round, you party-loving readers, here’s your own Hedda Hopper telling you all about the big shindig she threw. Hon- ored guests included all previous Gruen Watch Award Winners, as well as Frank Latimore, Hedda’s choice for this month’s Star-of-the-Month award.) because ™@ ‘Twas a gala night at ye Hopper household the other eve. The cream of the young Hollywood crop was there with their gals and pals to say “howdy” to Frank Latimore and to initiate him into the Royal Order of Gruen Wrist- Watch Winners as MopeRN SCREEN’S Star-of-This-Month. | There was plenty of “Time On Their | Hands” (that’s a pun, son) as all our merry-making Gruen-ites trooped in with their time-' (Continued on page 118) | - grumbled Gruen Award winners at apple-peeling contest. That's Liz Scott B. Williams, F. Latimore, P. Lawford. Front row has B. Hale vying with Guy Madison, Mark Stevens. Hedda announced prizes for all contestants: A peeled apple!

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-ucky Frank Latimore!-He won the Gruen Award for th 4 | a) month, and got hugged by~Hedda, B. Hale, G. Russell, J. Haver, Li

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| 4] \ \ 4 | { | al | | | | ‘| | | S | | AS Heading Hopper Hat Parade is Bill Williams (of "A Likely Story”) | with Mark Stevens ("Dark Corner"), F. Latimore, P. Lawford. One look in mirror and boys agreed that on Hedda, hats looked better! Guy vowed he'd hold on "Till The End Of Time,” (his next pic) but just to make sure, Pete got a firm grip, too. Frank didn't mind being blindfolded for initiation . . . not with Liz at work! w \\ “* LS i Sa as & ce i Johnny ("Ladies' Man") Coy admired Lizabeth's Gruen wate then: whipped out his own! Liz and other gals groaned delicious pastry Hedda served, but ate it just the sam] Gail Russell put watch on Frank's wrist, blindfold was removed— and replaced by lipsticky kisses! Marilyn Maxwell (of "The Show- Off") wiped ‘em off, soothed F. by singing "Pass That Peacepipe!” =

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Now P. Lawford's “The Knee,"’ so Hedda couldn't resist hugging Pete, ostrich plumes 'n’ all. Mark Stevens liked pink rose creation beter, modelled it for wife Annelle, who sat quietly in a corner, beaming about Mark's bonnet—and the baby they're expectinal! = = 2 : = 4 ipever} € Lots of excitement in this Double Charades game, with Johnny Coy helping by leaping high into the air, as Liz Scott rocked away. You guessed it! "Springtime In The Rockies!" 4A Barbara and Bill hardly had to act out charade for “Now's the Time To Fall In Love;" they looked the part! They'll be married when studio schedules allow honeymoon time.

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™ Once upon a time a shy country boy timidly poked his head into the big, bad city of New York, looking for a sophisticated city gal. You know the rest—you think? But what about when Guy Madison’s the country cousin and Jan Clayton’s the city slicker? Guy’s pal, Henry Willson, had asked his friend, Jian, to show Guy the town. So Jan proudly pointed out the Main Post Office, and Guy raised a blond eyebrow and said he hadn’t heard they were running trains through post offices these days . . . (seems it was Penn Sta- tion)! And when the city gal showed a decided weakness for penny arcades ’n chocolate cake, and measures only 5 feet, 3 inches in heels, well! What can a 6 foot Guy do but feel protective as all get-out, do the town up brown, and go home to Hollywood, with huzzahs for Henry’s pals? (More pictures on following page) ae: = ‘ : a = 71 SR > Fa. es - 3 _ High kicks at the Bal Tabarin when Jan Clayton joined the night club's famous Can Can airls, with Guy Madison supervising The Twenty One Club's one of New York's most exclusive dine spots, admits only o few carefully selected guests. Laughter—and champagne—bubbled when wine steware brought over a bottle for Guy's approval. Steward's French was fast, Guys was rusty

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coracABARA i Pe J Nie eS Acres and acres of Copacabana beauties—but no Jan! ~Guy got nervous waiting, spilled ome tood, rushed to his notel and changed suits, rushed back—and still no Jan! She Minally arrived, spotted the surrounded Guy, remarked, “Once a sailor, always a sailor!" OH, EAST WAS EAST AND WEST WAS WEST, AND NEVER THE TWAIN COULD MEET . . . TILL CLAYTON AND MADISON MET IN NEW YORK ON FORTY- SECOND STREET!

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Going up! Jan (the New Yorker) craned her neck to find the Empire State Bldg. for Guy (the Californian), who grinned knowingly, pointed out east was over that way. And anyway, he'd rather look at Jan! OH fl | Br, ale | E Z | sy | l¢ 1 : & > uy wr oS fe: 71 a \ re — wr 2 ih cE i 9 ¥ v ~ ~ Yi =F birth = a me i 2 Ae v - YY ? veal me WSRET EE a a \b0 36 casye Pennyland, on Broadway, tempted Guy's love of adventure. For tunetelling machine labelled Guy “strong and handsome,” but Jan, watching him punch, murmured, “Well, he ts handsome .. .”

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Prifridé, defn... | "Hasten, Jason, bring the basin,’ mourns Jan, who lost her enthusiasm for planes in the pilot trainer. Seems she hit the wrong pedal, and the plane went ‘round'n ‘round ems 2 BMZapae L They tried to hold still, but the light flashed on suddenly, Guy clutched Jan as she perched on the stool, so they got the giggles—and oa blurred pic! Still dizzy from the pilot trainer ride, Jan had trouble with chop- sticks and shrimp chow mein at Ruby Foo's. Guy stowed away gobs of delicious Chinese food, assured her the shrimp were not moving! > aE oy as | |

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& 7 ey? CaN @ One day, three years ago, Peter Lawford sat in a dusty day coach and popped aspirins periodically into his dry mouth. The sun burned hot through the windows as he crossed the desert from Phoenix, Arizona, to Hollywood. But Peter was a lot hotter. He had a temper- ature of 103. He was burning up with flu. He shouldn’t have been riding a train at all; he should have - been in bed. Instead, he was making the gamble of his young life and he was so excited he forgot he had fever. A few days before he’d ditched his job as usher at the Westwood Village Theater to sign on for a six-weeks’ loca- tion extra job in the desert. He’d banked on the money he’d make, and vitally needed to make—but that day he had tossed the bankroll—$600 for six weeks—to the winds. There was an acting chance back in Hollywood for an English boy in an M-G-M picture, “A Yank at Eton”—just a chance, but Peter Lawford was taking it. He’d fast-talked his way out of the (Continued on page 94) i STORY Even at six, Pete went in for acting. His parents took him to London parties, where he'd go into pantomime routines. ae = 4 ; ay » ey. aS. J Sir Sidney and Lady Lawford traveled all over—even to Tahiti, where Pete ran wild, looked like o native. India tascinated young Peter, who played with local kids, fell in love with an elephant. He dreams wistfully of returning one day! “WARMER CLIMATES IF YOU WANT THIS BOY TO LIVE," WARNED THE DOCTOR. SO SIR SIDNEY AND LADY LAWFORD TOOK PETER "ROUND THE WORLD—TO HOLLYWOOD AND FAME. (PART I) @ by Kirtley Baskette : A | ee SE

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Nass @ When a fan of Paul Henreid’s recently sent him four miniature hats—for daughter Monica’s dolls— Monica’s face was a study in bliss as she examined the toys with her delicate fingers. One hat was white straw with an upturned brim in front, and a cloche effect in back. Within the upturned brim lay a cluster of brown and orange velvet flowers, and a tiny green veil completed the effect. The second hat was done in the “Spanish Main” effect and consisted of blocked blue felt finished with a swashbuckling pink feather. A blue felt hand embroidered bonnet, and a straw number completed the collection of millinery. HOME’S WHERE THE HEART IS—AND PAUL HENREID'S HEART IS HOPELESSLY ENTANGLED WITH THOSE THREE WOMEN OF HIS... After having examined them minutely, Monica announced, “Now, I need a box for them.” Paul’s wife, Lisl, produced a transparent corsage box in which Paul had recently presented to her an orchid, She has a good many of these, neatly stacked in cupboards, because Paul is the sort of husband who believes that a bouquet never broke a bride’s heart, and that the road to Reno is NOT paved with roses. Monica’s essential neatness has occasionally caused trouble between her and her sister, Mimi. There is a two-year difference in (Continued on page 69) Monica Henreid, who's all of three, speaks English, French, German, but would rather play carpenter. Poul {in "Of Human Bon workshop where he repairs his daughters’ toys, dage"), has a small — keeps them freshly painted.

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Lis) and Paul hang on to one-year-old Mimi, who's a natural comedienne. She greets all the Henreid visitors with Go away! which she says with great feeling. Seems she thinks it means Hello!” By FREDDA DUDLEY Studying cello for new pic, Paul waxed strings so only a squeak comes out. Lisl says it's to soothe his prof's nerves! P.’s a real fan, reads ail books on cellists ee NTN au WAM. Vace Pauis a ‘saver, collects scripts otf pictures he's appeared in, as well as autographs of the casts. An excellent chess player, Paul en- oys playing by himself, taking part of opponent, too. He always wins! Monica looks blonde and fragile, but she’s really a beruffled ruffian. Absolutely fearless, she’s always scampering up ladders or dashing around she water. Gives her parents gooseflesh to watch her from the window.

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| t r | SUCH AN OLD-FASHIONED SWEETHEART, THAT MAGGIE O'BRIEN, WITH A YEN FOR HOOP SKIRTS, CAMEO BROOCHES— AND WICKED BLACK STOCKINGS! by Cynthia Miller a Miss Margaret O’Brien, the actress, is currently working in a picture entitled “Tenth Avenue Angel.” Miss O’Brien is enjoying this production very much for two reasons: 1. She is working with Mr. George Murphy, whom she admires with an extravagant enthusiasm. 2. She is wearing a pair of long black stockings. - On several occasions, Maggie’s upturned smile has persuaded the wardrobe department -to allow her to wear the black stockings home. Of course, she hops ‘into a car at the studio gate, and doesn’t hop out until she reaches her own home or. Aunt Marissa’s. So her exotic underpinnings are never viewed by the public. However, wearing the stock- ings at dinner is-in keeping with Margaret’s current habit of dressing for dinner. Margaret, at nine, is deep in the Dress-Up-Lady era of development. Deep—and almost lost in outsize hand-me-downs from Mom and Auntie. She owns a long black evening skirt, several fancy blouses and hats galore. Come dinner time, Maggie really goes to town! The family suffers all this high fashion with admirable dignity—except on occasions like the night - Marissa came home and found Miss Margaret seated at table, innocently drinking milk in Auntie’s new Easter bonnet. Seems (Continued on page 88) Margaret's a domestic type, much more impressed with her ability as a laundress than the fact that she’s the voungest person ever to be listed in the new "Who's Who.” is de Miss Margaret O'Brien (which is how Metro's Seed She be billed in the future), sold dolls at Bob Hope's gala Charity Fair with Aunt Marissa taking care of the cash.

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™ The phone rang, and Ronnie jumped. “Relax,” said Jane. “You're Mr. Reagan now, remember? The Captain went bye- cd bye— “Yeah, but he haunts me,” muttered Ronnie, returning to his book. That was last October. Three-and-a-half years after greeting him, Uncle Sam told this particular nephew goodbye. But for weeks, whenever the phone rang, something inside him snapped to the salute. Maureen was disappointed that first night. “You don’t look any different, daddy—” “Wait,” he promised, “till you get a load of me tomorrow—” He could hardly wait himself. Like the rest of the Army, he itched to climb into civvies and the loudest tie he could get his hands on— “Unlike some,” he observed smugly, “I don’t have to wait. Got all those nice “41 models lined up for duty—” In this he reckoned without the military life, which had added three inches across his back and chest. “Holy cow, they don’t fit! Til have to get me some new clothes—” “Try and get ’em,” cooed his wife. Eventually, he did. Meantime, he wore the ones that didn’t fit—with dark ties, mostly. The first time he dressed, he changed his tie six times. (Continued on page 114) > ~S ah Jane Wyman Reagan's a sissie, prefers Ronnié's boat modelling +o gun: collecting. Firearms over the mantel are never taken down in her presence; they give her the willies! But they beth love horses.

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-\) aN HOLLYWOOD TALENT SCOUTS SHRUGGED WHEN THEY HEARD ABOUT THE CROONER WHO SOLD A MILLION RECORDS— AND THEN THEY SAW PERRY COMO'S. PICTURE. By Edward Herron @ “I’m Perry Como.” The little man at the desk looked up with an air of infinite. boredom. He didn’t say so, but underneath his bald head you could see the thoughts creeping like termites. Okay, you're Perry Como. Maybe you’re Christopher Columbus, so what? Then the name jelled in his skull, and he thumbed through a file. “I'll get the girl to bring in the script. Wait over there.” Como walked over to the water cooler and leaned his weight on it. Five days flying in from New York, bumped off the plane at every stop by every priority known to the War Department, air sick, no sleep, and Hollywood definitely not excited about his arrival. He should’ve stayed in New York. A girl came in and the bored Kittle Caesar threw the script at Perry, looking at his red-rimmed eyes and spotting the guy for a wastrel who'd just come off a binge. “Take this home and study it. Come back here tomorrow morning and we'll run the test. ‘So long, Como.” He was exhausted and so excited he couldn’t hold (Continued on page 76) Don't be fooled: milk is for son Ronnie! Perry drinks coffee from breakfast to bedtime. Wife Roselle doesn't try to reform him, simply keeps the stuff brewing. Movies (like ‘Doll Face’) keep him in Calif., but he prefers N.Y.

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Groceries arrive regularly at the Comos' because Roselle and Perry prefer home cooking to the swankiest restaurant. Favorite dishes are spaghetti and corned beef, which Roselle cooks herself. R. loved recent N. Y. trip, would've stayed longer, but Perry got lonesome! Rian Sd oe ‘ Perry's the original CCC boy (calm, cool, collected). Only time he loses temper is when Roselle tries to move | heavy furniture. Then he bellows, “Hey, take it easy!" | }) Ronnie's seven, likes to tell tales about his dad. Like the time Perry dove into a pool, came up yelling "Sharks!" | Some joker had slipped Oscar, a tame seal, into the water.

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eas a a pa IN i Johnny's a crumb in the kitchen, peeling stint with sister Molly Ogilvie because only consented—tearfully—to this onion at "hamburgers and" are one of his pet non-fattening midnight gorges. ‘Ladies’ Man" is his next dance hit. Molly an > At one time Dorothy Babbs kept him quessing with this “Loves me, loves me not’ routine, but soon they'll Be One. Dotty started out as one of the Jivin' Jacks and Jills, just signed a Para. contract. ™ The Hollywood hotel clerk whirled the desk register around under Johnny Coy’s bewildered face. “I asked you down, Mr. Coy,” he snapped, “to explain this!” He pointed his pen to the scribbled names. “The young—er—lady who is shar- ing your suite is Miss Ogilvie?” * feMess? “And you're John Coy?” “Sure.” “Mis-ter Coy,” barked the clerk. “This is a respectable hotel. We simply cannot have.. .” | “Wait a minute,” broke in Johnny, | light dawning at last. “Molly Ogilvie’s | my sister.” | “H-m-m-m.” | “You see,” explained Johnny, “Coy’s | just my professional name. My real | name’s Ogilvie, too. Show business— you understand.” “I’m not sure I do,” huffed the clerk. “But I'll have to take your word, I sup- pose. These show business people!” he sniffed under (Continued on page 90)

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lakie” owes Molly and Dot a million bucks in gin rummy losses, eads he can’t pay up ‘cause he's always sending flowers to hostesses | + being late! First watch he ever owned was M-S.'s Gruen Award. DANCE CRITICS RAVE, BUT = JOHNNY COY’S SISTER JUST LOOKS SMUG. HADN'T SHE HEARD HIM TAPPING ON THE BATHROOM TILES ALL HER LIFE? ° By James Carson

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50 JOHN PAYNE BOUGHT HIM BASE-- BALLS, GLORIA CALLED HIM “MIKE.” SO ALONG CAME KATHLEEN —AND WHO WANTED A BOY, ANYWAY? By Kaaren Pieck @ Miss Julie Payne, now six, was quickly taken into the family secret. Devoted as she is to Gloria de Haven Payne, Miss Julie studies—and studied—everything her new mother did. She commented on the way Gloria wore her hair; she had favorite out- fits from among Gloria’s wardrobe. Gloria knew that those bright eyes and that quick young mind would notice the gradual change in Gloria’s figure as the months passed and the time drew near for the Paynes to start keeping vigil for the stork. Gloria and John talked it over and de- cided that Julie must share their secret. Since Julie’s favorite playmates are Bill Wellman’s five children, the youngest of whom is two, the introductory buildup was easy. Gloria said one day, “How would - you like to have a baby brother?” “Id rather have a baby sister,” announced Julie without an instant’s hesitation. “I like little girls much better.” And she cited the attractions of the youngest Wellman child. Having discovered that an addition to the family was a popular idea in Julie’s mind, Gloria kept the subject unobtrusively alive until she could bring the announce-- ment into a casual conversation. “You mean we're going to have a baby!” squealed Julie. “How wonderful.” She disappeared at once, and afterward Mrs. Wellman called to say that Julie had announced triumphant- ly that “we” were thinking up names for a little sister. “It might be a little boy,” Gloria said to Julie as the sister-to-be was put to bed that night. “If it is, they can just keep it at the hospital,” ruled (Continued on page 71) At six months of age, Kathleen Hope Payne isn't too well thatched, has spar kling saucer eyes, a merry gurgle—and a solid gold identification bracelet! Pop, who “sweated out'' the period before her birth, is now in “Razor's Edge. —_—e 4 One of the sweetest surprises Gloria got in the hospital was Johnny's gitt © | 2 bed jackets—one satin and lace, the other velvet with jeweled buttons—''So | you'll feel glamorous again, honey." That's daughter Julie Ann with hair posies |

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] | eve of Mik zt The old man” is relaxing, ruins his eyes squinting at their sun- y new beach lot. History Notes: One of J.'s ancestors signed ec. of Independence, another wrote ‘Home, Sweet Home." i sy Not even to pop, who's the official slack switcher, is young Kathy a She'll never reach same-fame-as mom, though,— *Payne-in-the-neck." whose birth was announced in first column Walter Winchell eve

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ROBINS SET THEIR WATCHES BY CORNEL WILDE—THE GUY WHO'S UP AT DAWN, WITH NARY A DULL MOMENT TILL MIDNIGHT By Nancy Winslow Squire The Wildes got so enthused over a Beverly Hills home, they borrowed money for a down payment. Three days later, Pat received an inheri- tance from her arqndfather's estate—enough to pay the debt twice over! a 6 wey Wendy's just past 3, can count to 15, and thinks daddy (of “Centennial Summer") is “wunnerful.” Tussles with Punch, the huge Wilde dog, are daily events, end in tie score!

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| sports—including spear fishing—fascinate Cornel. He beats Pat at anis, then comes running to her for sympathy when the callouses pile up. The new house was built by Norma Talmadge, Boushe from George (eee pee a billiard room lined with oak and suede drapes! Only drawback is the dog haunting the swimming pool, forcing Cornel to follow bellowing ‘Watch out!" ™@ The bidding for the baby buggy was getting red hot. Cornel Wilde versus the field at the auction—a lone male surrounded by a crowd of expectant mothers. He felt a little silly topping every bid as the mob of madonnas shot him dirty looks. “Twelve dollars—am I bid thirteen?” “Thirteen!” yelled Cornel. “Thirteen-and-a-half!” “Fourteen!” shouted Wilde. It was during the war baby bonanza and perambulators were scarcer than nylons. This one was really a sorry crate—the wheels wobbled; the frame was twisted; the paint chipped off, and the sides caved in. But it had real pre-war springs and Cornel had to have it, because Pat’s baby was due any day. He’d spotted the auction list in the Sunday paper and raced over. “Twenty-five dollars—” “Twenty-six!” boomed Cornel. “Sold to the gent for twenty-six dollars!”

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Mrs. W. carries on the “Let's rib Cornel’ tradition, howls every time her hubby's stand-in, a Greek, murmurs, “Good morning, Mr. Hormel." "Once a ham, always a ham," she shrieks. The auctioneer banged his hammer down. As Cornel grabbed his prize and wheeled it, squeaking, out of the place he heard an angry - murmur. One outraged gal frantically grabbed at his coat. “You ought to be ashamed of yourself,” she barked. ‘“Outbidding everybody! I need that buggy,” she cried tearfully. “I’m going to have a baby!” Cornel gave her a frantic look over his shoulder. “But lady,” he protested, “so am I!” Cornel Wilde wasn’t trying to be funny, and he certainly wasn’t counting on being the first mas- culine mother in history. It was just that he always thinks of himself as somebody else and of somebody else as himself, too. The somebody else, naturally, is his pretty wife, Patricia Knight. They've been a team ever since Cornel saw Pat walking up Broadway and risked getting his face slapped to court her without an introduction. Right from the day they met, Cornel knew for keeps that Pat was made for a guy like him, and vice versa. That day of the auction two Bread- way stage parts he’d been banking on didn’t come through. That day he’d gotten fired from his stage managing job on “Having Wonderful Time” because, he admits—he was a terrible stage man- ager. He had to see that some girls’ camp bloom- ers were hung on a clothesline when the curtain. went up, and he forgot about it once too often. He went home to his bride, Pat, and told her the sad news. He was deep in the dumps. The money between the newlywed Wildes and mutual starva- tion was exactly thirty-eight bucks. The tall girl he’d married got a twinkle in her eyes as he sang her the blues, and what she said was, “I know what—let’s step out for dinner!” How she thought of that startled Cornel Wilde. That’s the kind of crazy thing he’d do, if he didn’t have a wife to think about. But the wife was doing that kind of thinking, too. “The ritziest, snootiest restaurant in town,” pro- ceeded Pat. “We'll dress. We'll have wine. We'll _ _— a shoot the works. We'll feel better. Then we'll Even though Pat's signed up for pictures and Cornel’s films are his g lined up for a year in advance, they insist there'll b 2 © No governess have some luck. (Continued on page 77) for Wendy—''She needs parents more than we need careers!" '

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... CUTEST PER-SON-AL-I-TY! . . . FROM THE SONG OF THE SAME NAME, WE GIVE YOU ROSS HUNTER, WHO FLEW FROM CAMPUS TO CAMERA WITH THE GREATEST OF EASE. By George Benjamin Gals moke with the phone calls for Ross, who used to be a teacher! | Hobby is speech correction. He once helped a stutterer friend overcome | defect; pal brought around others, and soon Ross had a speech clinic! H The other day, Ross Hunter, a notoriously vague auto driver, whirled his battered car around in the middle of the Sunset Strip, which wasn’t a regulation traffic maneuver at all, Then bam! right in-his middle smacked a car, crumpling its fenders into ac- cordion pleats. The driver jumped out hop- ping mad, swearing at Ross and shaking his fists. But in a couple of minutes he was prac- tically apologizing and, arm in arm, the op- ponents walked through the crowd over to the Cock and Bull for a cup of coffee. “That’s the best way I know,” Ross was chuckling, “to get a seat at the Cock and Bull!” It’s very hard for anyone to get mad at a charmer like this tall, curly-haired new- comer. In fact, no one’s ever met an enemy. of his yet, which is (Continued on page 124) A serious drama student, Ross attends preems with Audrey Totter, teaches play production at Pasadena College. His fans like to send mash notes, will like new pic, “Out Of The Depths."

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€ "The vocabulary's good, but the plot's weak,'’ murmurs June. Dick, watch in hand, vowed J.'d read Encyclopedia Britannica a half hour nightly after she coaxed him into buying set. A Junie was thrilled with pansies that bloomed in her garden, afraid to pick ‘em till assured they'd grow even better. She floats ‘em in silver dishes, keeps talking about "their faces.”

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Boats gave Dick headaches, planes gave June shivers. ‘But we oughtta have a hobby.” in- nacea Dik (dy Hilti H June hates to sign checks. Dick sat her down and stuck the pen into her fist. “When I come back, I want your little John Henry on every one—” When he came back, they were signed. At sight of the last one, his face crinkled all up— a = you know Dick’s grin. On a blank check, over I The Secret Heart" is Junie's next, but there's no secret about her the signature WIFE, she’d written: “I love Heeling for Dick. She dotes on him, dutifully sews his buttons on while ‘ 2 iting her tonque, follows him around the house like a lonely puppy. you— This was hardly news. June uses it as a kind of refrain to living. Her whole heart goes into everything she does, so when love came along, you can imagine. But there’s more to it than that. Until a few years ago, life had trained her the hard way. So she doesn’t take happiness for granted. It’s a miracle, delivered fresh every day, and when June says “I love you,” that’s a little prayer of thanksgiving. She says it in various ways, mostly original. On her dressing table, for instance, stand two kingsize photos of Dick, one in full color, the other a black and white. She'll pick one up, gaze at it fondly and croon: “Bless his little pointed head—” After listening to that a couple of dozen times, Arleen revolted. Arleen’s her secre- tary. “His head isn’t pointed,” said Arleen. “I know it isn’t—” the voice fairly ached with tenderness— “but bless his little pointed head anyway—” Or a girl friend calls her. Pretty soon June’ll be asking: “Don’t you want to talk to Hus- band?” (For a while that’s how she always referred to him, as if his name were Husband Powell.) Then: “Hus-band! Dorothy wants to talk to you—” Dick has nothing to say to Dorothy, nor she to him. When they get Nick {in “The Brick Foxhole), has to help June wind huge clock. It's through saying it, he turns to read his wife the 1ade of brass shield with crossed lances on back, hangs over rugged flag- riot act, but something (Continued on page 73) tone fireplace. They agree it's their favorite—and heaviest—piece. 59 DBA Se A ae nh LAT gE tee

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D. Clan ft ii | C a Ray Milland still gets kidded about drunkard role ‘ A that won him an Oscar. Wife Mal, with him at Bob i Hope's party, served him harmless bottle of Pepsi! i | € hae nm f 9 a bi | q > } i: \ i } ) iq At At the auction held toward afternoon's end, Joan Leslie won prettily wrapped feminine doo-dads. Bob says the horse (there for the laughs) is the one that comes in after Crosby's nags! Bob Hope's Charity for children of war-torn Europe. Pat O'Brien sold posies to Irene Dunne, Freddy Martin's orchestra played, and everybody devoured buffet supper. JIMMY STEWART AND CARY GRANT PLAY HOST; ANNE BAXTER IS WEARING JOHN HODIAK’S RING: CROSBY SOLOS FOR MRS. PAT O'BRIEN! s The first prediction I had on my radio show was that Anne Baxter and John Hodiak would be married long before they got around to formally announcing the _ news through her family. I happen to know that a cer- tain jeweler had a beautiful engagement ring and wedding ring made up. But before John could give it to her, they had a lovers’ quarrel. I remember talking to Anne at the time, and she told me that she was dis- turbed by the gossip. People were saying that she and John wouldn't marry because her family objected to him because he wasn’t upper crust. Whatever that means. Well, John’s a wonderful boy and devoted to his foreign born parents and brothers and sisters whom he brought over here to live in this country. That's upper crust enough for anybody. And Anne said the same thing to me. But there’s no getting away from the fact that there was a strain between them for sev- eral months, and they didn’t see each other. John was perfectly miserable. Not once did he step out with cnother girl, even though Anne had some other dates now and then. He was terribly in love with her all that time and made no secret of it. Well, you know the happy ending to the story. They'll probably be married by the time you read this. And if you ask me, I think they are a swell team. P.S. Yes, John kept that same engagement ring to put on Anne's finger when the announcement was made, (Continued on page 66 ) ed “3. PR ae ™ . NE i ete i ey SEs. Garden Fair was a huge success, brought in many shekels

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er ee VT Daughter of the Hudson Robert Toppings of Peoria, [}linois. engaged to Lt. (j.g.) Edgar A. De Yoe, Jr.. U.S.N.R.. of Ramsey. New Jersey. Mary is a senior at Connecticut College and Her ring—a dew-clear diamond in a perfectly Naval Training Station in New London. plain white-gold setting met her fiancé when he was a Cadet at the At college Mary has been majoring in music. During vacations she gives time to teaching piano to youngsters in a foster home. People who play and sing are always needed. Can’t | you give away some of your music as Mary does? Shes [ingaged | She's Lovely! She uses fonds! .nother engaged girl with a Pond’s- ared-for complexion, Mary says, ‘“Pond’s old Cream makes face care so easy. I ist love the way it helps to keep my :In in good condition—clean, soft and nooth.” And this is how she uses it. | | |e smooths the silky-soft cream over face and throat, pats briskly to soften and re- _ lease dirt and make-up. Tissues all off. re rinses with more of her luscious feeling Pond’s—slipping her white-tipped fingers over her face in quick little circles. Tissues again. “It’s a plus creaming that makes my face extra clean and soft,” she says. »py Mary Topping’s cream-rinse way of ing Pond’s Cold Cream—every morn- g, every night regularly! Use your ond’s for daytime clean-ups, too! You'll © why it’s no accident so many more omen use Pond’s than any other face 2am at any price. Ask for a big jar, so | Mary Topping—her deep-shoulder dress is )kurlous to dip into! wonderful against her smooth-as-cream skin. A few of the many Pond’s Society Beauties HH. Suinces Siuscilla Lilbacwo Mu, Meander UW Biddle Ask for a big luxury jar of Pond’s today! 61

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= 11 was a double-barreled explosion of awards this time, an explosion right in the July 4th tradition. It happened this way: High on the list for Ed Sullivan- Mopern SCREEN silver plaques were Frank Sinatra and Jack Benny, but radio summer schedules being what they are, ol’ man Sullivan found himself on the horns of a dilemma. The bigger radio shows, about this time of year, take an air vacation, and the stars go into their bank vaults to determine what, if any- thing, has been left to them by the income tax men. Not being able to choose between the two con- tenders, I cut into the Frank Sinatra program from New York, reached out across a gap of 3,000 miles and handed him an Ed Sullivan-Mopern SCREEN plaque—and a few weeks later, went on Jack Benny's May 26th broadcast, his last of the winter series, and handed him a similar handsome trophy. For me, this was a particularly pleasant double- header of awards. Sinatra is one of my favorite characters, a fine, likeable person. Early in his career as a headliner, when others were rapping him, I drifted to his corner because behind the scenes on Broadway, he already was exhibiting the generosity of impulse that later impressed the country. That early judgment never has been changed. When he was struggling to win a name for himself, he was a splendid boy. Since getting into the $1,000,000-a-year bracket, he is still a splendid person—warm, human, compassionate. Last -winter, the businessmen of- Richmond, Vir- ginia, came to me in some distress. They desperately needed a War Bond show to put their E-bond drive over the top, but there were complications. Because of the restrictions on train space, and because of their unwillingness to shove a lot of soldiers off trains, the men of Richmond needed some peculiar and unique attraction that could attract $1,000,000 in E- Bonds. “What about Frank Sinatra?” I asked them. They looked at me as though I’d gone completely daft. “Certainly, but who can get Sinatra to come to Vir- ginia? He’s playing in vaudeville, he’s appearing simultaneously at the Waldorf-Astoria, he’s doing his radio shows, he’s spearheading rallies for the kids of America—he’s not going to come to Richmond.” They looked even glummer, and some of them cast reproachful eyes at me for having raised their hopes, only to dash them more (Continued on page 122) x 4 ae See oa : _ . Ed almost split the MODERN SCREEN Radio Award in half, but instead gave.separate plaques to F. Sinatra, singer, and J. Benny, comic and part-time violinist. (At "Truth And Consequences” broadcast.)

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ees Se ee oo SS SS YOUR BEAUTY EDITOR ENGAGES IN CHIT-CHAT WITH PRETTY JOAN CAULFIELD, AND THE RESULT IS AN ARTICLE FULL OF BEAUTY HINTS TO HELP YOU IN THE JOB OF GLAMORIZING YOUR LEGS FOR SUMMER By Carol Carter @ Casting for Carol Carter’s “Summer Leg Show of *46,” I hereby nominate Joan Caulfield as star! Inci- dentally, even Paramount agrees with me that the lass has talent . . . they’re featuring her in “Monsieur Beau- caire” with Bob (who-knows-a-handsome-leg-when-he- sees-one) Hope. Joan very prettily let the MODERN SCREEN camera catch her in the process of smoothing on leg makeup and very helpfully gave me some hints on leg-art about which I will Tell All. But first I shall be stern with you. Not a word about that fascinating leg makeup until it is thoroughly understood that legs must be smooth and _ fuzz-free. You might try an improved, new odorless hair-removing cream that’s as pleasant and easy to use. as your Sas igs a favorite cold cream. The whole process takes a matter of only six to eight minutes and the cream washes off easily. Too, a particular love of mine is a hair-removing “glove” which very happily leaves the ends of the hair frayed and soft to the touch, instead of bristly as does that demon razor. Friction does the job, so be careful not to move the abrasive gadget up and down. Instead, just wipe gently with an alter- nating circular motion - . . oh, say, three times to the right and then, without lifting the glove, three times to the left. Repeat this circular motion until your legs are as hair-free and smooth as a gardenia petal. Chances are that your legs are also pale as a gardenia petal, and here’s where Joan (Continued on page 113) eo errno,

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because you see, he’s a boy who never really gave up hope. x * * Alan Ladd and Sue Carol have suspected for some time that their three-year-old, Alana, is a ham at heart. The other day she cinched the suspicion. Sue and the baby were driving into Holly- wood in Sue’s car when they suddenly heard that sound of sounds to a motorist—a cop’‘s siren. Motioning them over to the side of the road, he started making out a ticket for not pausing long enough at a boulevard stop. The moment seemed dramatic and unusually interesting to Alana. “Oh, mother,” she gurgled, “don’t you wish we could have our pictures made this way?” * * * Tony Martin, who used to be Rita Hayworth‘s big moment before Jimmy Stewart became her big moment, nods coolly when their paths cross in night clubs. 2 * * I have never seen so many pretty summer prints and so many gay colors as our movie stars wear to the parties these days—and what a lot of parties! I've gone to many festive affairs during the years I’ve lived in Hollywood, but it re- mained for four bachelors to outdo all our Hollywood hostesses. Jimmy Stewart, Cary Grant, Eddy Duchin, famed orchestra leader, and Johnny McClain, well known writer, decided they should repay some of the Hollywood hostesses who have been entertaining them for so long. They took over the long closed Clover Club, re-opened it—and then their troubles began. They had to have the lights and gas tumed on, and the telephone connected for just one night's ser- vice—and that took a lot of fast talking in these times. But, undaunted, the “Cads,” as they called themselves, went ahead with their decorations —festooning the walls with gardenias and ferns, seeing that each table had a centerpiece of roses and sweetpeas, arranging with Mike Romanoff, the Prince of food, to conjure up the wonderful supper served continuously from 8:30 p.m.—until breakfast started the follow- ing moming at 8:30 a.m.! The invitations read, "Black tie for the men —gowns cut as low as possible for the ladies” —and s‘help me, several belles took them at their words! Whoops! ; Ingrid Bergman looked covered up by com- parison—and she came with her husband and Signe Hasso. There was a little private story going that only Ingrid and I knew about—and I'm telling you here for the first time. We have the same masseuse, Hilda, a mar- velous person—and Hilda had told us both that she would give anything in the world to see that party. So imagine our surprise to go into the ladies’ room and find Hilda in charge of checking the ladies’ coats and wraps! Anita Loos, another customer of hers, had arranged with Eddy Duchin for her to handle the coat checks that night! Gagster-musician Spike Jones knocked himself out at his Trocadero opening, wos comforted by Dorothy Lamour and Lois Andrews. Dot's husband, Maj. William How- ard, now out of the Army, took family to. Baltimore for their daughter's christening ’ Sh "Champion" and his master, Gene Autry, take a bow in the indoor arena of Gene$ 300-acre Melody Ranch. Since Gene’s out of the Air Force, there's no saddling the cowboy, who bought a twin-engine plane to fly between N. Y. and Hollywood,

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Racing fans, -here're the Rooney s at the track! Mickey sent yife Betty a song called ‘'Peek-a-boo" when their baby yas born, later took 'em both on a delayed honeymoon. Loretta Young dined they're usually stay-at-homes. Daughter Judy, ten, had birth day luncheon at mom's studio, with Orson Welles as head waiter! || eS Maria Christina Aumont stared at the press, let mom Maria Montez do all the talking. So Mom bragged about the new leopard coat husband Pierre's giving her! ‘mod Bob Montgomery's bought a Naval film of the war's submarine ac- , tion, hired two Navy writers to do a script on it, plans to give | profits from pic to Navy Relief Fund. (At art gallery with wite.}

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When Ingrid saw Hilda, she burst out laugh- ing at her countrywoman in maid’s uniform, “Come on,” said Ingrid, “have a glass of cham- pagne.” So Hilda sat with Dr. and Mrs. Peter Lindstrom and drank their health. Many stars who are seldom seen in public accepted the coveted invitation. Charles Chap- lin and Qona (her baby was only a month old) sat in a secluded corer with the Vincent Asiors, the Sam Goldwyns, Annabella and Ty Power. Virginia Cherrill, the Countess of Jersey to us commoners, who was Mrs. Cary Grant No. 1, arrived the very day of the party. Everyone expected Cary to devote himself to her—but it was Betty Hensel, pretty blonde non-profes- sional, who held his attention. Gary Cooper was there, of course, and his wife, Rocky, looked like a dream. So did Rita Hayworth in a strapless dress that was almost frontless. The last to go home at eight a.m. were Bing Crosby and Pat O’Brien. Eloise, Pat's wife, couldn't come to the party because of the ex- pected baby—and when Pat saw what time it was, he insisted that Bing come home with him. "To sing a song to Eloise,” begged Pat. “That's the only thing that will soothe her. I promised I'd be home early.” “You will be,” flipped Bing, “it's eight a.m.” * * * Will Kathryn Grayson, the M-G-M thrush, marry singing Johnny Johnston when her di- vorce is final? Looks like it now, but you never can tell what will happen in a year. Johnny, who gets his divorce soon, tells me he thinks Kathryn is the most wonderful girl he has ever known, but if all the publicity they have been getting hurts her, he’s willing to step out of the picture. He was referring to the fight he had with her brother—a silly fracas that seemed to be cen- tered in the brother’s resentment of Johnny trying to help Kathryn move. The little Grayson girl has had many bad breaks about family “rows.” She and her hus- band, John Skelton, were always in the news, fighting and making up. But I admire Johnny Johnston for what he said, A gentleman couldn't say more. * rf e The real human interest story of the month concems Susan Peters, her husband, Richard Quine—and that little 10-day-old baby boy they have adopted. When Susan was injured a year ago by an accidental bullet wound that hit her spine and partially paralyzed her, her greatest grief was that she could never hope to have a baby of her own. When I talked to her at the time, it was the only thing about her tragic accident that brought tears to her eyes. She was wonderful and courageous about everything else. But six months ago, very quietly—without telling even their most intimate friends—Dick and Suson made arrangements to adopt a baby at birth! One day last week, the little stranger, just 10 days old, planed in from “somewhere down South.” Of course, the reporters flocked to Susan’s home to get a story. And if you ask me— 68 what she said to them was terribly sweet in its utter simplicity: “Bil I know about this baby is that I love him—and that he was born for me to love’— and even those hardboiled guys from the news- papers had to turn their heads away. s s * The Jack Bennys give the most wonderful parties. You see just about everybody when Jack and Mary send out “bids.” Not long ago they hosted one of the best of the season and I saw some people I haven't seen for a long time. For instance, Barbara Stanwyck, who hasn‘t gone any place all win- ter, came with Bob Taylor, who didn’t leave her side. Barbara has been suffering with an ear complaint and just hasn't felt up to social affairs. Joan Bennett surprised the natives by ap- pearing in spectacles set with diamonds. On © her, they looked good. Sylvia Fairbanks Stanley was greeting old friends again before returning to London to arrange a divorce from Lord Stanley. Merle Oberon was there with her cameraman hus- band, Lucien Ballard, and Ann Sothern and Robert Sterling seemed more in love than ever following the lovers’ quarrel that parted them for a week. Bebe Daniels, still the darling of the whole town, and Gracie Allen and George Burns, were among those who danced the night away. At 2:00 am., Mary said goodnight to her guests and went to bed. She had a radio show to do next day, but Jack stayed up until five, when the last guests said au revoir. ° * 2 I suppose it's no news to you to hear that I have been in the hospital taking a much needed rest. But with the usual Parsons luck—who do you think was in the hospital at the same time? Van Johnson, kiddies—and Van had the room directly under mine on the seventh floor. Van had undergone an operation—and I was supposed to be taking it very quiet. At first we just wrote notes and talked over the MODERN SCREEN — “Are you there? This is the Van Egan residence and the Jean Pierre Aumont Fan Club, Inc.!” . hospital house phone. “Con you night, Louella?” Van asked me during or these chats. “No,” I told him. “Neither caz I" he said, “so let's talk on the phone a night.” It was all right by me—but nurses thought Sg: his best silk pajamas. fo locked wall, « say I was getting too fat,” he kidded me. 3 We talked for a little while, when I su noticed he was getting very pale. It was first time he had been up since his operation and he was plenty wobbly: Fact is, he fainted. : “Bet that’s the first time you ever swoone in the presence of a woman,” I laughed, i he finally came around. “It’s usually just the . j other way.” s e Also, I want to say that while I have been in the hospital, I have enjoyed more than ever all the letters I have received from Mopern Screen readers. I have read every of them myself this month (with nary a secr tary putting a hand on them). ; I notice that a great many of you say that you would like to hear about the stars’ homes in more detail, along with news about the Hollywood parties. Sooooo—tI want to tell you something about one of the most a homes I have seen recently. The former screen actress, Marian Nixor and her director-husband, Bill Seiter, have a perfect dream home in the Valley where live with their three children. Just recently they invited a few old friend out to see the place—and believe me, the town is still talking. I know it seems funny to start talking about a bathroom first—but Marian‘s i a dream. Personally, I don’t see why she doesn’t spend her whole time there. The bathroom is the size of an ordinary be room, and at first glance you barely notice the tub, which is set in an alcove. The enka | floor is carpeted in soft, light woolly carpeting that never shows the slightest trace of a wet foot. In the center of the room is a low glass table, large and circular, which holds beautiful bottles of bath salts, dusting powder colognes. at | But the cutest touch of all is a small divan vivid red, covered in a waterproof materic and on the walls are beautiful water | proofed prints in all the gay colors. It is all so comfortable and wonderful and “just right” —not at all like one of those super De Mille) bathrooms, even with all its luxury. The living room is enormous—done in sev-) | eral shades of green with touches of white and | gay Chinese-red lamps. And the fireplace a 1c | beams—if you please—are made of that beautiful wood as the finest pipes for men. Yes, eventhe “barn” issomethingtosee, wi the old oak tack room serving as a “stag” bar You can imagine what this is like—set in ten | acres of orange and lemon trees! And, oh, —Marian is very quick to say that William Haines can take all the bows on the decorati e ® * Maybe you remember that I predicted on x radio show not long ago that Lana Tumer w practically a cinch to marry again this yec She’s the marrying type—and she dam ne

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ee | “up and did it again—this time the gent being he oF Rogeenh a handsome radio executive named Charles P. (for “Pete” ) Jaeger. She certainly had the town winging when she planed back to New York with Jaeger after he had planed to Hollywood to spend exactly twenty-four hours with Lana. But at this writing—they have not yet said "I do.” Lana continues to puzzle me—and everyone else, I guess. When she first landed in New York she was constantly in the company of her rumored fiancé. But, one night, she made an unscheduled appearance with her former boy friend, Bob Hutton. Since he is supposed to be practically en- gaged to June Haver, that started the guesses all over again. You figure this all out. = = = There was something a little unhappy about that interview Vic Mature gave out not so long ago. The Hunk o’ Man said that he had not been invited to a Hollywood party—or even to dinner at anyone’s home—since he got out of the service. -“T don't think it's a slight,” mused Vic, “it's just that while the war was on, the older crowd and the younger crowd sort of set up their own circles—and they don’t happen to think of outsiders now.” What do you mean, “out- siders,” Vic? No man who has served his country should be forgotten—and doggone it. rm going to see that you are invited to a party, if I have to give one myself as soon as I’m well again. * * * Vignette On Joe Cotten: He likes to dine in night clubs and “watch the people”—but he won't dance. . . . He likes “upswept” hairdos on women whether they're still in style or not because they're “neat.” . . . He can't stand pigtails, or little girl fashions om grown women. ...He likes his bedroom ice cold—and the rest of the house warm. Even in the summertime he likes an open fire at night. . . . He hates people who evade an answer, preferring a FULL HOUSE—FULL HEART (Continued from page 41) definite: “Yes” or “No.” . . . While he can’t stand loud, sporty jackets or ties on men, he likes pale yellow driving gloves himself... . His favorite “foreign” food is chop suey, and you can have Russian dishes. . . . He can't stand too much jewelry on women and thinks one beautiful ring, or clip or necklace is enough to be worn at one time. . . . He isn’t a glad- hander, but his intimate friends adore him, and once he is your friend he’s that for life. He’s a great guy and I’m for him. * Ld * Judy Garland hasn’t come along as well as expected since the birth of her baby and so she has gone back into the hospital. The doc- tors think a wisdom tooth is what has been holding Judy back—so she went in for this surgical dentistry. Even if she is all grown up, and married, and a mother—Judy is still so young she still has these “juvenile” ailments—it was just a few years ago she was little more than g baby herself. I their ages, so Mimi—at age one—doesn’t get the message that order is to. be pre- served, regardless of pains. The two girls, supervised by Paul who was ing, were out in the play yard one morning. Mimi was restrained by her play pen, but Monica—being a responsible citizen—was loping about, swinging and amusing herself. Whenever Mimi tossed a toy outside the play pen, Monica—her forehead slightly disturbed by a pained ex- pression—would hurry over and restore the toy to its proper place beside Mimi. not my sis! ... : Wham! A few moments later another toy would sail over the fence. Again Monica would return it. Stuffed animals, dolls, and plastic dishes engaged in thirty minutes of hedge-hopping before Monica’s patience was utterly exhausted. Lifting the fabric elephant from the grass, she brought it down forcibly on Mimi's sur- prised head. Promptly, Paul took action. He gave Monica solemn orders NEVER to hit her little sister with anything—not even a feather. Then he went into an explanation of the difference in human beings. Some people, like herself, he said, were born tidy. It was But others, like Mimi, were light-hearted and careless. Before Mimi was introduced into the family, Paul and Lisl did their best to prepare Monica for the newcomer. They asked in their most ingratiating tones, “Wouldn’t you love to have a little sister to play with?” Monica said dreamily, “Ja.” But the first time she looked at Mimi, Monica shook her head. “This is your pretty new sister,” ex- plained Paul. “She is ALL yours. She is a present we bought for you.” “No,” said Monica. “Not for me.” No amount of persuasion could induce Monica to take a proprietary interest. Mimi was about four months old and had just reached the gurgling stage when Paul was playing with her in the nursery one morning. He tossed her into the air and she squealed with delight. He pinched her toes and recited nursery rhymes, _ As Paul turned to leave, Miss Monica stalked over and slapped Mimi. easy for them to keep order. The inclination of a parent less wise than Paul would be to punish so naughty a child, but Paul understood his elder daughter. Here was a small human being in serious trouble, he knew. He had been partly to blame for devoting himself en- tirely to Mimi without including Monica— however indirectly—in the fun; he had not been helping Monica adjust to sharing his attention with the baby. Paul simply looked at Monica for sev- eral moments until she got the point. But he said nothing. After that, he and Lisl were careful to include Monica in every - romp with Mimi. Monica is likely to be the great beauty of the family, and she already has a well- develqgped love affair with Fred Mac- Murray’s two-and-a-half-year-old_ son, who is tall and big for his age, and a bit of a wolf. Monica and Mimi have supplied two new subjects for Paul’s prime hobby: Pho- tography. Visitors to the Henreid home are, if they evince the slightest interest, plied with dozens of albums of still pictures. Paul has owned a superb Rollei- flex for many, many years. When he and Lisl] went on their honeymoon, motoring from Vienna to the tip of the Italian boot, and back through Switzerland, they photo- graphed each of the thousands of beautiful spots. Many of the pictures, because they depict buildings and panoramas now de- stroyed, are priceless. Monica was a bundle of less than ten pounds when she sat for her first por- trait, and Paul has made frequent pictures of her ever since. Mimi’s book isn’t quite as large yet, but only because Monica has a two-year head start. Success sits well on Paul’s wide shoul- ders. The presence of the two children in the Home is a direct result of that suc- cess. Lisl] and Paul had always wanted youngsters as soon as they were able to give them proper care and advantages. And the house in which the Henreids live is a fruit of Paul’s success. The grounds occupy an acre, and in addition to the play yard, the grass court and the motor court, there is a pool. The house is charming. Paul and Lisl managed to bring some of their oil paint- ings to this country, and these are ar- ranged in the pleasant, congenial living room. Focal point in this room is the fire- place, before which is a gigantic oval coffee table, and surrounding three sides of the coffee. table are deep chairs and lounges. On every coffee table on the lower floor of the house, sits an invention of Lisl’s that bespeaks her concern for her guests’ comfort. On a huge pewter tray she has set a large rock, and around the rock are clustered hundreds of matches. No guest at the Henreids ever fumbles for a light. In the rumpus room, which is up- holstered in red leather, Paul has his collection of autographed pictures. He has a photograph of every leading woman with whom he has appeared and delights in showing them to guests. “I’m a fan of actresses,” he says. There is a huge picture of Bette Davis, who is a great Henreid favorite; and a photograph of Greer Gar- son (taken years ago) that is a prize! fan grumbles .. . These rooms always have flowers artisti- cally arranged in tall vases. In the early spring, the living room was aglow with great clusters of calla lilies which Paul had raised. Someone said, “You must give them plenty of vitamins—just look at the way those leaves shine!” Said Paul with a straight face, “Not vitamins, believe me. I varnish all my leaves, then wax them—nothing but the best in horticulture for me.” Paul’s secretary has an office in the Hen- reid home, where she and Paul attend to his fan mail, a duty that he takes seriously. _ A fan wrote recently saying, “After see- ing you in ‘The Spanish Main,’ I could searcely wait to see you in ‘Devotion.’ Well, I almost needed a microscope to find you, and when I could catch a glimpse of you—what were you doing! Just looking glum, that’s what. I didn’t like that part for you at all, although you did the best you could with it, I know.” About “Devotion,” Paul says, “It is not a good picture for me, of course but how did you like the really beautiful per- formances of Lupino and de Havilland? Aren’t they superb: actresses?” Which is the kind of gallant talk you'd expect from him. A man the ladies can’t do without. Especially those three darling ladies in the lovely Brentwood house—the full house! 69

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_ net was p) Julie. “But it isn’t going to be. We're go- ing to have a baby, and it’s going to be a little sister.” It occurred to Gloria that Julie might as well learn the medical term for an inter- esting condition, so she corrected genily, “Instead of saying that a lady is going to have a baby, it’s better to say that she’s pregnant. Can you say ‘pregnant’?” Julie could and did. It was a lovely word and she was properly proud of this addi- tion to her vocabulary. A few weeks later Gloria and Julie had been shopping for diapers and shirts in Beverly Hills, and stopped at the Beverly Derby for luncheon. As the popular spot was crowded, the Payne girls had to stand in line for a table. However, as the head waiter passed Julie, that resourceful young woman clamped onto an important corner of his coat. “Please, sir,” she said, giving him her most social smile, “we're pregnant. Could we have a table scon?” planning mite . .. In addition to having a way with head waiters, Miss Julie is ingenious in other departments. She overcomes obstacles by an exercise of imagination, To wit: After having watched various grownup friends of Gloria’s struggling with the problems of turning a heel in a pair of bootees, she decided that such knitting was too com- plicated. However, she was determined to build a pair of shoes for her new sister, so she hit upon a device. “I’m just going to knit two squares,” she told Gloria. “That's easy. Then I’m going to stitch them together with ribbon. Because the yarn is soft, the baby’s foot will make the square fit. There will be four corners sticking up, but I think that will be cute and—well—different!” During recent months, Julie made a good many verbal plans. Since the youngest Wellman child was two years old, Julie seemed to be able to visualize best the time when her own sister would be two. She would say to Gloria, “When our baby is two, I’m going to teach her how to ride a tricycle.” Or, “When my little sister is two, Tll teach her to say big words.” After all this buildup, Miss Julie’s first reaction to the infant was sheer panic. “But she’s so little!” she breathed. Luckily, since Julie has a tizzy every time the baby whimpers, the newcomer has a blithe and cheerful disposition and—aged six weeks —had already learned how to grin at any- one who leans over her crib. One night, John and Julie were watch- the nurse put Kathleen to ing John leaned over and kissed the back of - the baby’s neck. Julie, advancing over in- visible eggs, stopped a foot from the baby lying on the nurse’s lap, then bent low enough to brush the baby’s toes with a quick kiss. During the months before Miss Kathleen arrived, both John and Gloria were con- vinced that the newcomer would be a boy. They planned to call him Michael, and in their cosy, private conversations never re- ferred to him by any other name but “Mike.” During the first month of her pregnancy, Gloria prepared Mike’s nursery. The walls were papered with a soft pink paper on which was lithographed a white menag- erie of fluffy ducks and bunnies, separated in sections by festoons of printed blue ribbon. Ruffled criss-cross curtains were hung at the windows, and the white bassi- That much accomplished, - Gloria canvassed the town until she found a bassinet and an infant’s wardrobe. She FOR: THE LOVE OF “‘MIKE!” (Continued from page 50) nee ae pought diapers and all the rest of the para- phernalia demanded by junior citizens. One night she said to John, “Well, thank goodness, we’re all ready for Mike. His room is ready and his clothing is ready. Now I haven’t a thing to worry about.” “Except—where is the nurse to sleep?” amended John. They studied the blueprints of the house and they consulted architects, but a sad fact became inescapable. There was no way in which to add to the house’s floor space without ruining its style. “Besides,” reminded John, “in time to come, when Mike has a little sister, we won't have enough room for her. We might as well face it now—we're going to have to find a larger house.” In house-starved California, that pur- chase was about as easy as drilling for oil in the Arctic Circle. Not until a month before Mike was due did they find a house in Santa Monica that was large enough for the expanding Payne platoon, com- plete with nurse. So Gloria and John spent the weeks just before Christmas (Mike was due on Christmas Day) pack- ing things in boxes, bales and barrels, and unpacking in the new abode. Gloria was not supposed to touch a thing, of course. Every time John caught her looking contemplatively at an ash tray, ‘as if to move it, he would protest. “You sit down somewhere and read a book, Button.” Button would wander away, feeling simply marvelous and yearning to help. She did attend to some of the moving of her own clothing, but when John found out about that, he put a stop to it. A week before Mike was due, and about four days after the Paynes were settled in the house they will inhabit until they can build on John’s Malibu Beach prop- erty, Gloria came down with a heavy cold. John, frantic, nursed her night and day.. He gave her alcohol rubs and fed her nourishing soups, and behaved in general like a desperately worried prospective © father. He took her temperature every hour and held long conferences ‘with the doctor. The day after Christmas, Gloria looked at her husband critically. “I think I heard you sneedz when you were oud in the hallway,” she managed to say. “Absolutely not,” said John, placing a forefinger against his upper lip as tears formed in his eyes. “I feel fine.” When the doctor arrived, he disagreed with Mr. Payne. “You’ve caught the same bug,” he announced. “We'll take Mrs. Payne to the hospital. You hop into bed right now or you aren’t going to be of much help when we really need you.” That is why Gloria was removed, on a stretcher, via ambulance to the hospital. As the bearers came down the stairway with their light passenger, Gloria begged them to stop in the hallway for a moment so that she could look at the Christmas tree. There it stood, vivid with lights, scintillant with tinsel, surrounded by un- opened presents. Under her breath she said, “Well, Mike, you didn’t get here for Christmas, 1945. But won't you be having fun with the tree in 1946!” Because of her cold, Gloria couldn’t be given some of the anesthetics recently de- veloped. The anesthetic she was given put ~ her under for some time; still she seemed, in a vague and cloudy way, to know some of the things that happened. As she was being wheeled down the corridor to her own room with John faithfully striding be- side her, Gloria looked up at him through torrents of tears. “Mike is a girl!” John wasn’t certain whether she knew what she was saying or not. Glancing un- certainly at the nurse, he was given a re- assuring nod. “Mike’s a beautiful girl,” he said. “I think she’s going to be almost as pretty as you are.” Tears still trickling across her cheeks, Gloria asked, “Can I keep her?” “Pd just like to see anybody try to take her away from us,” said John, more vehe- mently than was necessary. Later, the doctor said, “She didn’t know what she was saying—a result of the anesthetic. Probably she doesn’t really know that the baby is a girl yet. You mustn’t let that question bother you. In- cidentally, you’d better get home and into bed. You look shot.” So John, jubilant over his new daughter, went home and fell into a sleep that made Rip Van Winkle look like an amateur... with the difference that Rip had no tele- phone beside his bed to ring until a man couldn’t see his own dreams. “H-H-hullo . . .” answered John. A light voice on the other side of the wire identified itself as the mother of John’s new daughter. “I feel fine—won- derful,” said Gloria. And she babbled on, not very coherently. At that time, Miss Payne was about three hours old, and Mrs. Payne was still partly under the spell of the ether. You can imagine the bewilder- ment of her husband, who would have dressed and gone to the hospital if it hadn’t been that he was still taking the count from the Joe Louis of flu germs. The next morning Gloria was blooming. “Pye seen her,” announced the ecstatic mother, “and she’s wonderful. Her hair is black and... I’m afraid it’s going to be straight like mine. But she has your chin, complete with cleft, which is a wonderful asset for a girl. I think her nose is like mine ... and her eyes, darling, her eyes are like yours and like mine, use they’re going to be hazel.” The nurse came in then with the birth certificate, wanting to know what the baby was to be named. Gloria and John ex- changed quick glances. “For my mother?” asked John. Gloria nodded warmly. It was that simple. “Her name then,” said the de- butante’s father, “is Kathleen Hope Payne; weight—six pounds, ten ounces; disposition —perfect.” On the afternoon of the first day after Kathleen’s birth, John brought Gloria two dozen magnificent long-stemmed roses and the second day, Gloria’s room was so stacked with cut flowers, potted plants, ceramic cradles from which trailed: sweet- heart roses, musical toys, and dozens of similar offerings, that it looked like a combination greenhduse and toy ship. glamor for mom... On the third day, when Gloria opened the package John had brought her, she found two of the filmiest handmade night- jes ever to be constructed of chiffon, satin applique, and lace. Discussing this gift with a friend, Gloria said thoughtfully, “One of the most wonderful things about John is that he’s so knowing. There aren’t many men who would realize how desperately a new mother wants to appear glamorous for her husband. There aren’t many men who realize what new things, especially extrav- agant new things, do for a girl when she feels that her hair needs to be washed, and she’s tired of brushing her teeth over a little white bowl.” Gloria had been home only a few days ee

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Instead, Kreml Shampoo is one shampoo that has a beneficial oil base which actually helps keep hair from becoming dry or brittle. It’s such a mild, gentle shampoo—even for kiddies’ soft baby hair. So why not wash your hair to its natural shining loveliness with Kreml Shampoo— a frankly conniving shampoo for stealing ‘his’ head and heart away! At all drug, dept., and 10¢ stores. hREML SHAMPOO 4 A product of R. B. Semler, Inc. FOR SILKEN-SHEEN HAIR—EASIER TO ARRANGE MADE BY THE MAKERS OF THE FAMOUS KREML HAIR TONIC TNT OR A REFUND o> Cy ©" Guaranteed by > Good Housekeeping Nop (FOLFECTIVEOR oy Cras ro ADVERTISED , : % ae a as when Dorothy Lamour had her baby. AJ- though Gloria and Dorothy had never met, there exists a fraternity of new mothers. Impelled by the warm fellowship of motherhood, Gloria telephoned the hos- pital; she had no idea that she would be | allowed to talk to Dottie, so she simply | gave her name and said she’d like to leave a message. She was composing a verbal — greeting, expecting the switchboard opera- tor to make a note of it, when Dorothy herself came on the line. The two girls had a wonderful time comparing notes about their hospital ex- periences. “Since our youngsters are so close together, one a boy and the other a girl, we'll have to foster a romance,” laughed Dorothy. “I'm in favor of it,’ Gloria said. “I’m the smart mother—I’m getting escorts line up already. Won’t we have fun, planning birthday parties for them?” After the third week of Miss Kathy’s life, she was fully in the care of her mom ana dad whenever the nurse was away. John always got up to give the little lady her two o’clock feeding until that repast was + discontinued. “I don’t see how you wake up so easily,” Gloria told her husband in the depths of night as she watched him cuddling Kathy and giving her the bottle. Grinned John, “I’m an old hand at this. I got my workout with Julie. Just think how useful I’m going to be with the resi of the family as they come along.” | discovery ... It was early in March when John and Gloria began to plan their trip east. Al- though Gloria hadn’t regained her strength yet, she knew that this spring was the only time she and John could get away together because of John’s picture com- mitments, so she rested as much as she could, slept long hours, and saw very few people. She wanted to store up her vitality for the plane trip to New York. Never having been in a plane in her life before, she was positive that she was going to be ill. “Of course you won't.” said John. “I’ve never seen you much | bothered by anything else—this won’t even cause a ripple.” “Nevertheless . . said Gloria, as she boarded the plane, and she carried one of those celebrated little paper cartons along with her. She kept it tightly gripped in her two untrusting hands until they had ” | passed Kansas City. Then she leaned back and relaxed. “Well . . . this is something like traveling!” she announced. There was no snow in New York, and Gloria was very disappointed. Bitterly disappointed, the girl who had never | made a snowball, nor a snowman, nor a butterfly in new-fallen flakes, became a sky watcher. Day after day the sun came out in a trickle of golden light, not exactly springlike yet, but not at all wintery, either. And then, one morning in Virginia, Gloria was sleeping late when John shook her shoulder gently and whispered, “J hate to disturb you, Sleepyhead, but the sun is coming out and the surprise is go- ing to be gone if I don’t awaken you. Come on over to the window.” During the night a fluffy storm had coated every tree branch with glistening powder. Gloria went into ecstasies. She was still congratulating the land- scape when the mail arrived. In it was a letter for the Paynes from their nurse. When the envelope was slit, out tumbled pictures that the nurse had taken of Kathy —the first Gloria and John had seen. Gloria studied them for several minutes, then, inexplicably, she burst into tears. With her face against John’s shoulder she said, “I want to go home to see my baby.” And so they came home to see Kathy, one of the luckiest little girls in the world. pape

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a eS oe 4. ee = ee = ss Z . - : : d : “MY HOBBY IS YOU" (Continued from page 59) ee a her softly shining face makes him “You know what I was thinking all the ‘me you were talking, Richard? I was ninkt that's my husband talking to ; ay > There was also the time—but for that ye have to go back a little. June’s a hummy soul. She hates doing things ry herself. When her appendix acted ip and the doctor gave her stuff to ake, she made Dick take it first. “To ee if I react normally.” When she was ut on a weight-gaining diet, she handed tim the list. “Here’s what we have to at—” “Not me, Blurpface. ’'ve got to keep my tha “Stop the car,” said Dick, “while I take his character I married to a padded cell—” cughing girl... = The character subsided, giggling. Next o Richard, she loves laughter best. Like he month she was named after, June has 1 sunny nature. And a well-developed unnybone. Things that might irk you ind would certainly make me mad strike ner as comical. Dick phoned from the studio one day ind asked her to meet him. “I can’t. I don’t have a car—” “Where did you leave it?” “No place. Some lady plowed into me- his morning— “ARE YOU HURT?!” “No, that’s the silly part of it. She wasn’t, sither. Thats why we sat and made | okes—” “Who sat and made jokes?” “Me and the lady. After the accident—” At the other end of the phone Dick wiped iis brow. “Only jokes?” he managed to isk. “Not a buck-and-wing?” That’s the wonderful thing about being married to Richard—one of the eight or rine hundred wonderful things. He doesn’t zet upset over trifles. Bickering he can’t stand, and June’s never known him to ose his temper. When he’s displeased, nell sort of get above a situation, and look ‘down his nose at it. When she’s displeased, ner mouth buttons up and her foot starts -apping. For some reason or other, Rich- ard thinks that’s funny. He grins, her mouth comes unbuttoned and the crisis is over. It’s always something silly. They gave a party and the Paul Henreids were late. “Maybe you didn’t ask them,” said Dick. “Well, of course I asked them—” “Sweetheart, ’m sure you had every in- tention of asking them, but you may have forgotten—” : The foot had just started tapping when the Henreids walked in. Sweetheart tossed her head like a horse, murmured: “Need [ say more?” and swept forward to greet her guests. This performance broke Dick up. June meant to be cold and reserved for a full half hour, but with Richard laughing down at her, she compromised on two minutes. She’s inconsistent and unpredictable. Her reactions are her own. They may ] “What are you saving it for?” Arleen wants to know. -“For the happy day when I have a baby or the mumps.” She used to adore Dick’s sailboat, the Santana, and kept on adoring it as long as they stayed in port. But with war’s end, they moved into open waters. “Oooh,” said June, “it bounces. Won’t it turn over?” “No dear,” said Dick. After he’d said it a couple of thousand times, they sold the boat to the Bogarts. Came spring and the new catalogues, ‘which June examined from a perch on her husband’s knee. “Now there’s a boat Yd_like. It wouldn’t bounce—” “Why wouldn’t it?” | “Well—it looks awfully quiet in the picture.” According to June this was all an act, so Richard could. stop getting headaches. One headache lasted three weeks and seared her stiff. The doctor said they came from the sun and salt air, but her dear adorable husband said pooh! and wouldn’t even wear dark glasses. “They look silly on men,” said her dear adorable husband, and let the sun beat right down on his sinuses. So his loving wife had to protect him against boats— “All right, let’s forget about boats for a while. But we ought to have a hobby—” “You're my hobby—” | That stopped him—what man wouldn’t it stop?—but eventually he returned to his theme. “New darling, I know you love me and I love you, but people ought to have some interest outside each other. Some- thing they enjoy doing together, like painting china or raising little pigs—” She knew just what he had in mind. Be- fore the war, Dick flew. Planes are as close to his heart as boats. But June really was scared of planes, and no kidding. Right after their marriage, Dick had planned a South American trip, which they wouldn’t have time for unless they flew. “I’m afraid,” said the brave little bride, “but Pll go—” So he cancelled the plans, as she darn well knew he would. But she knew what he meant all right when he kept bringing up this hobby business, and next time he brought it up, she was ready for him. “Sweetheart, you know we ought to have a hobby—” MODERN SCREEN -- e SRS ‘We're at that awkward age—too old for Frankie, too young for Bing—" “ve got a hobby. My hobby’s skiing.” “But you’ve never skied in your life!” “What difference does that make? Look, Tl prove it to you. Your hobby’s fishing. Why? Because you love boats. Well, I love snow, so my hobby’s skiing—” “T never heard anything more logical,” said Dick. “But’ ’'ve been skiing. It’s dangerous—” “Don’t try to squirm out of it. I’ve got a beautiful ski suit that my fan club gave me, and how many sweaters and caps do you think Ill need?” They went to Tahoe, had a wonderful time and two days after they got back, Dick was saying: “Dollface, we ought to have a hobby—” What’s more, he took action. The basic cause of fear, he reasoned, was ignorance. June was terrified of planes because she knew nothing about them. Let her see for herself how simple they were and she’d quit being So, enlisting the aid of Bob Cummings, he framed his wife. “Let’s go for a drive,” he suggested one Sunday afternoon. So they skimmed along at random—that’s what she thought—till suddenly they came to a flock of airports. “That one belongs to Andy Devine,” said Dick carelessly. “Like to take a look?” They hadn’t been looking for more than a minute when Bob Cummings happened by. “Want to see my plane?” Next min- ute he was saying: the back seat.” just as if it were nothing at all, like offer- ing a chair. Well, all through the war Bob had been an instructor, he’d taught thousands of boys to fly, she couldn’t act like a dope in front of him—but she still doesn’t know whether she stepped or was lifted. Quick as a flash, Bob was in the pilot’s seat, Richard beside him. June closed her eyes and hung on. But in spite of herself the eyes opened and slithered to the right. Nothing there. To the left. Nothing there. Must be an empty part of the field) Then she was looking down... The boys were prepared for reproaches when they landed, but not the kind they got. “Why didn’t you tell me how wonder- ful it was? Let’s go up again—” found: one hobby .. . That’s how the Powells found their hobby. They’ve bought an Ercoupe, and as soon as Dick’s had his license renewed, he'll take June up. Meantime, he gives her flying lessons in the living room, play- ing the dual role of pilot and plane. “Now i the motor—zzzz—now I’m taking off—” Cheek on palm, she sits lost in admira- tion. “Oh, Richard, you flap your arms so cute—” Of course the fact that June’s wild about something today doesn’t mean that she'll be equally wild tomorrow. But her ~ heart is loyal. No matter how many proj- ects she abandons, she goes right on lov- ing them. Before moving into the new house, she made Dick promise she could have her own flower garden, to take care of herself. She even went so far as to dig a few holes. “Why - don’t you plant something?” asked Dick. “Jimmy said I dug the holes in the wrong place—” “Why don’t you dig some more in the right place?” “Because I can’t figure out what to do with the dirt—”’ Dick doesn’t even blink any more. He just waits. “You know, honey —that dirt you scoop out of the hole? It

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just lies around looking foolish, and there’s no place to put it—” “But don’t get you wrong,” says Dick. “You love gardening—” “There’s nothing I’d rather do,” mur- murs June. Both are great readers. Both wanted plenty of room in the new house for books, so two walls of the big living room were lined with shelves. Their combined li- braries didn’t begin to fill them. Even with knicknacks around, there were wide-open spaces. These gave June one of her ideas. “Richard, you know what I’ve always wanted? The Encyclopedia Britannica—” His answering look was just slightly skeptical. “You’re sure of that, huh?” “Yes, I am—” That’s June being wide- eyed and demure—yes-I-am—yes-I-do— “If I buy you a set, you’ll use it?” “Yes, I will—” “And how you will, sweetheart! Because every night at 8:30, Ill sit you down, stick a volume between your pretty little paws and stand over you till the clock strikes nine. You still want it?” “Yes, I do,” she gurgled. shy boss . . Another pet idea is herself in the role of housewife. She tries to sell this to Dick. ,. | told Teru what to have for dinner to- night, darling. I even told her how to slice the ham because you like it thick—” “Now wasn’t that sweet of you! I cer- tainly appreciate that—” “Then will you kindly stop telling people, my wife’s awfully cute but she can’t do anything round the house—” Dick laid down his fork and looked hurt. “But, honey, you are cute—” And she can do things round the house— in an emergency. To any emergency June rises like a lark. When the housekeeper left, she and Arleen scrubbed and polished FREE MODERN SCREENS! A three months FREE subscription to M. S. (August, September and Oc- tober issue) may be yours if you are among the first 500 to fill in the Ques- tionnaire Poll on page 22 and mail it to us at once! We’re pretty anxious to know what you liked and didn’t like about us this month, so hurry, hurry—and you may be one of the lucky winners to boot. and waxed, turned the place upside down and restored it to gleaming order. Then she bathed and dressed, tied a frilly apron round her middle and got dinner. When Dick turns into the driveway, he gives a special little whistle and she flies to meet him. That evening she was all aquiver. “I thought it never would, but everything’s coming out at the same time—” “You don’t say so! Coming out of what?” “The oven, of course. Steak and baked potatoes and peas—” Later he pronounced it a simple but de- licious meal. Meantime he’d been interviewing couples, and found Tack and Teru. “You mean theyre going to take my chores away?” asked June hopefully. It’s not that she minds housekeeping, please understand, but when you have a wonderful couple like Tack and Teru, why get in their way? As a matter of actual fact, though she won’t admit it, June’s shy of her help. In the war, Tack served as interpreter to General MacArthur. “And Teru’s his wife. How can I ask them to do things for me?” Whatever happens, she knows Richard will take care of it. So maybe she kind 4 of takes advantage a little—pretends she’s » a shade more helpless than she is. Not that she’s fooling him, he sees right through © her but lets her get away with it—up to © a point. Because he’s big and she’s small. ~ Because for years she did have to do every- - thing for herself. And because he can’t - resist the sad look she puts on her face . . . dogged devotion... Her mother and brother were coming © to visit; and the Powells needed pillows. “How do you buy pillows?” asked June. “Call some of the stores—” “What kind of pillows?” “Honey,” said Dick, taking the phone from her hand, “how did you ever get along without me?” “Oh, I got along pretty good—’ Her voice dropped to the cellar—‘“but not as good as I'm gettin’ along now—” Last Christmas Moprern Screen’s Jane Wilkie gave her a cocker spaniel. “Remember he’s your dog,” warned | Dick. “Don’t expect me to train him—” “Sweetheart, he’s our dog—” “Look, Doll, ’m a man. I like a big dog. I like a dog, that if someone comes prowl- > ing around, maybe he’d condescend to give a little bark—” r Heathcliff, as they call him, developed many enchanting habits and a couple of bad ones. Dick discovered, for instance, that he scratched on Teru’s door at six sharp every morning. . i “Does he really, Teru?” mourned June. “Oh, that’s awful. Richard, you’ll have to do something about it—” “He’s your dog, remember?” “But you're the only one he'll get off the furniture for. Please talk to him.” Richard talks to him. “Come here or I'll beat your brains out.” He says it in a perfectly conversational tone, yet Heath- cliff knows he’s done wrong, droops his Straight Line Design Why Pepsodent Straight Line Design Cleans Teeth Best. Most teeth in the average mouth lie in a series of relatively straight lines. Author- itative research shows Pepsodent’s Straight Line Design fits more teeth better than convex or concave designs . .. Actually cleans up to 30% more tooth surface per stroke. ‘Dp spsode nt Brush | has the Straight Line Design most dentists recommend STRAIGHT LINE DESIGN Nit all Th eS | Ht { Ni lil Hh 4 Ad A Ht tf

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ears and looks crushed. Dick swears that’s . they went out she got all his things ready. a he — sees Soe ; ough she’ often put on her sad iace 'f - h / f do for fun, he’s trul hed. | emia eo - chicy were going out to din- eT US Ne D 1dé your baby, too / ———eEeeS | ner, and Dick phoned from the airport not to forget to pick up his tux at the clean- er’s. June has a poor memory. So she was very careful about the tux, and kept writ- ing it down all day all over the house— Dick got home and showered and shaved. “Where did you hang my suit?” he called in to June. A long pause was all the answer he | needed, and a glance at the clock told him the shop would be closed. They leaped into the car, drove to the village and banged . on the doors till they found out where the tailor lived. He was kind enough to come down and release the suit. June felt awful. She felt worse because Dick didn’t kick up a fuss. Next time Indulgent though he is most of the time, he can also be firm. It’s been his practice, when Tack and Teru are off, to make the coffee and take June’s in on a tray. But one morning he had some early business appointments. “Tye got to be out by 7:30 tomorrow, wife. You don’t want me to go away hungry, do you?” “Oh, Richard, I'll get up and fix you the nicest breakfast—” When the alarm rang, nobody stirred but Dick. At 7:30 he came in to kiss June goodbye— “Darling! Did you have breakfast?” “Nope. I'll stop in somewhere—” “Aren't you going to bring me any coffee?” “Nope.” His smile was just as loving. | ¥ “S)long, Doll.” She sat staring after him ae TY ad hea On Nie with this funny little look on her kisser— | es sh a Dk meee pear ee e When he phoned later, she told him all | 4" accepted by millions o about it. “I went out and made coffee. | N There was only one roll. I cut it in four | (4 : © itation—an invitation already f mothers who have fed their ‘ happy, healthy babies on Gerber’s Cereals. parts and stuck it in the toaster, but it | Gerber’s Cereal Food and Gerber’s Strained Oat- never popped up—” Suddenly she was | meal are specially made to suit baby, both as starting chuckling. “You sure fixed me good— 2 cereals and continuing through babyhood. For instance, they beneath the banter... WP are made to mix creamy smooth—a consistency close to baby’s For the most part they keep it light. On a milk diet. Next, both cereals are rich in added iron... to their six-month anniversary, Dick sur- replenish the loss of prenatal iron which begins to run low prised her with a party: at Chasen’s, in- some months after birth. cluding two dozen good friends and a cake inscribed: SLX MONTHS—WHO SAID IT WOULDN'T LAST? Yet, under all the banter, it’s clear that nothing’s half so | important to either as their marriage. They'll argue about who loves the other | more. June gets very upset when a Holly- wood marriage breaks up. “Theyre such Here is another advantage! Both have generous amounts of added B complex vitamins (from natural sources—not synthetic), as a further aid to baby’s well-being. Your baby will do well on Gerber’s Cereals, too. Look for “America’s Best-Known Baby” on every package! sweet people. What did they do that for?” STS. 3 4 ; Dick understands the passionate protest | Gerber’s Cereal Food (blue box) and Gerber’s in her voice. It can’t happen to us—never, | SES Strained Oatmeal (red box) are pre-cooked, ready- never to us— ; { “TI won’t change,” he teases, “so it'll have | to be you—” This achieves its purpose— makes her so furious, she forgets to be sad. Since “Cornered” and “Two Girls from Boston,” they’ve both been on layoff. Now June’s due at M-G-M for “The Secret Heart” and Dick’s going into “The Brick Foxhole” for RKO. : “Pm glad we'll be working at the same | time.” says June, “but oh, ee sup- | b ; B b iy d pose you get home + and I’m not here to fly to the door when you whistle—” er er s a uf 00 S Well, you whistle and I'll fly—” FREMONT, MICH...OAKLAND, CAL. ‘No, it won’t be the same and besides, I don’t whistle good—” to-serve right in baby’s dish by adding milk or formula (hot or cold). Serve Gerber’s Cereal Food and Gerber’s Strained Oatmeal at alternate meals. You'll find variety helps baby’s appetite! Remember. it is always wise to check your baby’s feeding program with your docter. So they’ve cooked up a deal, that hae CEREALS STRAINED FOODS CHOPPED FOODS Dick sneaking out the back when he hears | : © 1946. G. V. ¢ her coming, and around to the front, and | FREE SAMPLE ; he wi ict] and aie Aree on ee Rie Bibs iene Oe eons Address: Gerber ProductsCo., Dept. DE7-6, Fremont, Mich. Sweetheart,” she coos, “I've done noth- | old. Please send me samples of _ ing but sit by the window and miss you—” | Gerber’s Strained Oatmeal and “Nameé.2 2 2—- ane per aeeeceeh ene cn eaeceenenne====an=e= It sounds involved and Dick thinks it'll go | Ce ee ae the way of the art lessons, but it’s June’s CAT Ey ES ee Grty and State ooo eis aces cineeeee latest fancy and for the moment she dotes on it, bless her little pointed head.

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76 the typewritten sheets still in his hands. Every two minutes he dragged the tele- gram from his pocket to reassure himself: IMPERATIVE YOU FLY OUT IMME- DIATELY TEST FOR LEAD NEW PIC- TURE TWENTIETH CENTURY-FOX. Next day they tested him—hbut good! He didn’t get the lead in “Something for the Boys.” They tossed him a couple of songs to do and that was all. When he fin- ished his scenes he took the train back to New York. That was May of 1944. Two years later, Como is a character who came out of nowhere to play tag with Crosby and Sinatra in the popularity polls; he knocks out record hits like Greenberg blasts home runs; he has a radio show so popular that people all over the country _ use it to set their alarm clocks on the beam; he’s deep in his third picture with Twen- tieth Fox, in an iron-bound contract. Nineteen forty-five is the year of the -Como boom, the tidal wave that swept five million records into every home. Three hundred thousand is a tidy num- ber of sales to make on a record and every- body is satisfied. But Perry’s song sold a million copies and became the best-selling record of 1945—“Till The End Of Time.” he did it again... “Fluke!” And Como agreed with the as- tonished board of directors. So they tried the fluke again, flipping out a number called “Dig You Later.” This time they ran out of wax, and a million became the start- ing point for the adding machines rather — than the goal. Then it was bang! bang! bang! with three more hits. Five nights a week, come rain or shine, a couple million people flicked a dial to sit, swoon or contemplate while Como alter- nated with Jo Stafford on the Chesterfield Supper Club to roll out little ditties like “Y’'m Always Chasing Rainbows,” “Tempta- tion” and “A Prisoner of Love.” The. boy rapidly threatens to become a millionaire, yet the only thing that has changed about him in the past thirteen years is his hair. Back in 1933 the population of Canons- burg, in western Pennsylvania, fell off to a hollow 12,557 when Perry took a vacation to Cleveland. At nineteen he was a man of the world, a substantial figure in the tonsorial racket. Had his own shop, an extra barber on Saturdays, and vague plans for expanding into the hair-slickum field. Even in those days, singing to Perry was as natural as wriggling a pair of scissors between his fingers. Never had.a lesson in either art. He sang in the church choir, where it seems all singers get their first start in the amusement world, sang at parties, sang at hell-raising wienie roasts on the banks of the Chartiers Creek where he went sporting, a 13-year-old freshman, boldly escorting his first date. He saw a little blonde-haired kid there, Roselle Belline, and knighthood was in flower, sprouting right up through the wienie roast, with Roselle making shy eyes at the boy with the soft, tanned complexion, while he blushed and dug holes in the ground with his new shoes. They played a game, and for a penalty Perry had to kiss Roselle. He wouldn’t do it, not even a fur- tive peck, but he did walk her home. Roselle knew he was going to Cleveland —this was seven years later, seven years of steady dating—but she didn’t know he was ~ going to slip into the Crystal Slipper Ball- room and listen to Freddy Carolone’s band. He walked up to Freddy hesitantly. “You need a singer?” HE SINGS FOR YOUR SUPPER (Continued from page 47) Carolone lifted his shoulders. He wasn’t tipping anybody off to the fact that his vocalist had just come down with the measles. He flipped a finger up. “Open up, fellow. Let’s hear what you’ve got.” Carolone took him on. At twenty-eight dollars a week. It was a comedown from the barber shop and Papa Pietro Como would raise merry Cain when he heard about it, but Perry was started on some- thing that had been nibbling at the edges of his and Roselle’s heart for years. When Corolone saw he had him tied up neatly he tossed Perry a half dollar. “Run across the street and get some cokes for the boys.” Perry ran. It was part of the vocalist’s job. , Roselle was waiting when he came back. There wasn’t any fuss or feathers. They went quietly on Saturday and got the license, and they planned to go very quiet- ly on Monday and be married. “Listen,” Perry whispered to the drummer, Tony Carolone, “you’re to be the witness. Wear something informal so we won’t be con- spicuous.” Roselle was a dream in white silk crepe with a white cape and blue buttons. Perry and Tony, who’d become confused at the word “informal,” showed up in yellow polo shirts, slacks and sneakers. You couldn’t stop Roselle from smiling, though. This was the end of the trail, and she held tight to the signet ring Perry had slipped around her finger. He couldn’t afford a wedding band. They managed to weave moonbeams into romantic jobs like washing socks and changing tires, for they were determined to have a home, even though Carolone’s band was making circles around the state of Ohio doing one-night stands, then dip- ping erratically down to the tier of States along the Gulf of Mexico for engagements in cities like Shreveport, Louisiana. Perry borrowed the money from his father and bought an old Packard coupe, vintage very uncertain, but the name unmistakable. Four years of barnstorming. Then in the Hollyhock Gardens, out in Warren, Ohio, Ted Weems bent an ear to the stuff Como was delivering, and snaked him away with MODERN SCREEN "Weak eyes!" an offer of fifty dollars a week. i ' With Weems the green stuff came in steady increases until the weekly pay envelope touched one hundred and fifty, but it was still barnstorming with a more comfortable cushion. Roselle stuck with it, taking the tough times with the good. Even when they knew Roselle was going to have a baby, the Packard kept rolling, though the men in the band were as anxious as any bunch of old sewing school comrades. The doctor said it was okay, and every month without fail she’d visit a doctor in a different state of the Union. Each doctor would write ahead to the next giving all the pertinent facts on the status quo. The doctor in Chicago hit the jackpot. Weems’ band was playing at the Edge— water Beach Hotel in the bitter cold of January 1940. That was the year the ice set up housekeeping in Jackson Park. The baby came along about six at night, and Perry went on the show two hours later. - He hadn’t slept for three days, worrying about Roselle. His mind was in a fog. He sang eight bars, then sat down abruptly. No one had tipped off Weems about the baby. He came charging over to the table where Perry sat, threatened him with burning at the stake, breach of contract, lawsuits and misdemeanor. the worm turns... j Como, the quiet one, the guy who takes life with a shy smile and a pinch of salt, rose unsteadily to his feet. } “You can’t fire me, Weems,” he said evenly. “I’ve already quit. You can take this band of yours and shove it into the small end of Lake Michigan.” He walked out and went over to the hospital. : Someone came up and whispered into Weems’ right ear. He turned pink, ran out to the florist shop and spent a fat ne | of green: arranging for a river of flowers into Roselle’s hospital room. Perry came back and everybody was happy. It was the sight of little Ronnie growing up in the back of the old Packard, bounc- ing around on rusty springs when he — should have been out to grass, that made _ him quit barnstorming. It was back to the barbering business and no mistake. 5 They sat around Canonsburg for three months there in 1942, trying to pick out the best location for a shop. The ee rang one night and Perry answer t’s New York. Tom Rockwell of General Artists wants me to do a sustaining pro- gram for CBS. No traveling, and a flat’ | seventy-six bucks a week. Shall I take it?” | Roselle nodded eagerly. From there Perry stepped into a spot | at New York’s swanky Copacabana. 1 . It was tough in the night spot, singing — alone with none of the familiar faces to i back him up, looking out at the huddle of | boiled shirts and flashing evening gowns. | Roselle would brace him up with a sound kiss and a gentle push. For morale build- ing, she bought him some expensive shirts. | One night she slipped into the room at the Copacabana and saw Perry in | sweatshirt and slacks, carefully dusting off the new shirt on the wall. z “Darling,” she anguished, “why aren't | you wearing the shirts?” | “Are you kidding?” he asked. “Wear | these shirts when I’m not on? Not at twelve | fifty a throw!” : That’s when he fell on his face trying for the lead in “Something for the Boys.” F had him under contract, but he knew the option would be dropped like a dated trolley transfer. J

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| _Tt didn’t eS Be ie . _ The sting wasn’t so bad, though, for only a few months after battling with the Holly- wood shadows, he bluffed his way into the Chesterfield Supper Club. “They asked me, those good people, if I could read script, and quick as a flash I came back, ‘sure.’” He’s never pulled another bluff like that one except when maybe they were trying to decide which house to buy. Golf had him im a vise, and that house out at Flower Hill is next door to a swell course. He used a two-headed coin when they flipped to see what house they'd move into. Theyre not kidding themselves about these past two years, about this leap from seventy-six dollars a week to the stage where money comes gushing out of the kitchen faucet. This Como boom, they hope, will go on for fifty years, but if it doesn’t there'll be a fat reminder of the days when the bobby soxers’ screams meant bread and butter on the Como table. For a firm anchor against the wind, they've got seven-year-old Ronnie tear- ing up the house, digging into the depths of their hearts. Out in Hollywood with them, he pals around with Crosby’s kids, swapping homework with them, dragging a little black dog through the swankiest villa in Hollywood, digging exciting tun- nels under hundred dollar camellia bushes. The little fellow attends the Catholic school nearby. One day he came home with a- note written in beautiful script. That night at the Supper Club Perry Como stood in front ‘of the microphone, his voice going all over America and to a good many parts of the world. “Now, in answer to a request from Sister Joan Maria, a little number, ‘I Can’t Be- gin to Tell You.’” The soft music, a nod from the director, then the pure notes welling from a handsome throat. That’s our boy, Perry Como. a BALL OF FIRE (Continued from page 53) a — They dolled up like a couple of Park Avenue swells, stepped grandly out of their boxy hotel room, hailed a cab and dined at the Chambord, which, if it isn’t the highest priced cafe in New York City, will do‘as runner up. They blew the roll, and, sure enough, next week Cornel, and Pat, too, got themselves paris in a show. Ti’s only natural that by now Cornel Wilde thinks of himself as “We’—like kings and editors—insiead of the “I” most Hollywood stars adore. Cornel and Pat tackled their careers together, flopped to- gether, stuck together, found success to- gether. Today they have contracts at the same studio. They have identical gold wedding bands, engraved with the Bible’s wedding service that starts inside one ring and ends on the other. Home for Cornel and Pat is a big Eng- lish style house far up Deep Canyon Drive, above Beverly Hills. It’s sheltered by ancient trees, surrounded by a five- ‘foot steel wire fence—which the deer hop nonchalantly every morning in order to nibble away at Cornel’s prize plants—and there’s a swimming pool in the middle of the five acres. It seemed crazy to buy at the time—but that’s a funny thing about the Wildes. Half the things they do don’t make sense—but end up being right as rain. I'd better explain that Cornel and Pat Wilde have lived in half the houses in Southern California, practically, and in- spected the other half. They've rented, leased, bought and sold, taken options, made down payments and generously dis- tributed their addresses around Hollywood in six years. Once Cornel and Pat bought a bungalow one week, found a house to rent the next, sold the bungalow and made a profit of $1800 cash, in one easy lesson. Of course, the fact that the 1800 bucks went promptly into a fur eoat for Pat (when they couldn’t any more afford that than they could the Hope diamond) is also right in line with the Wilde character. pillar to post... Anyway, this time they'd found a cute little white colonial house in Beverly Hills and were happy as larks with it and the sizeable raise the studio had handed Cornel after choppin’ up Chopin. They moved in and settled down. A week later to the dot the telephone rang and the realtor who'd handled the deal said, “The dreamiest house just came into the office. I do wish you had seen it before you bought yours—but—well it’s too late now!” . “It’s never too late,” came back Cornel. “Let's see it,” seconded Pat. So they went up, fell in love with it, made an offer, peddled their own house for a slight profit, and inside another week they were all moved into the dream house. them one bit, either, didn’t own half enough ee they furniture to cover the floor space of the big villa. They’d risen above that sort of thing before. Once, in their unemployed ramblings, Cornel and Pat—with barely a bean between them—rented an unfur- nished apartment with nothing inside but a carpet and a refrigerator. They hauled in a mattress and slept on the floor. They ate off the sink. They loved it, and finally when they’d collected a few dollars —which was quite an effort in those broke days—they bought a set of rattan furniture for $95 and felt elegant as royalty. The house is mostly Pat’s baby; it’s out- side that Cornel vibrates. He hadn’t been moved in a week before he started major alterations and improvements. The biggest project was hewing down a row of giant eucalyptus trees that shut out the sun- light. Thirty-five of them, there were. Cornel paid a tree-moving company $900 to yank the first twelve, but he got so intrigued kibitzing around that he fired the tree experts and lit into the rest him- self. It took just three days for Cornel, his pal, George Elliott, and some camera crew friends from Twentieth Century- Fox to saw down and drag away the other twenty-three. That’s why Cornel Wilde is happiest away from the studio, stripped to his waist digging up something or planting some- thing and getting his hands as horny and ealloused as possible. Luckily, he can handle that and make a picture at the same time with the greatest of ease, be- cause unlike any other star in Hollywood, Cornel Wilde gets up with the birds at 6 am. and works out on his acres before he even has breakfast—a fact that some- times appalls poor Pat, who’s nice and normally theatrical and thinks people who rise with the sun when they don’t have to need psychoanalyzing. The members of the Wilde household are Cornel, Pat, Wendy, their daughter, and Punchinello, the inky black French poodle. Of them all, maybe the one who packs the most authority is “Punch.” Time and again the Wildes have altered their life for Punchinello. They were living in a tiny Hollywood apartment when they took a drive in the San Fernando Valley one Sunday, saw Punch’s ebony puppy curls and just had to take him home. That kicked them right out of the apartment and into a house with a yard, which they couldn’t afford, for Punch to run in. It’s happened two or three times like that, and Cornel has probably had more anx- ious moments about Punch and landed in more hot water than he has. through Pat, his eareer, or his financial ups and downs all put together. Last year, for instance, when they trav- elled to New York, Cornel almost got left at the station because of Punchinello. Pat had him on a leash, all set to walk him Tight into their Pullman compartment when the gate guard said, “He'll have to be crated. See the baggage master.” Cornel rushed to the baggage master, but it was right at the time when the Los Angeles Union Station was milling with returning GIs and he found a line reach- ing halfway to Texas. He dashed wildly here and frantically there with the minutes ticking off. When he rushed up to the gate with everything all arranged—they were already on the train. Pat had turned on the charm for the gateman and he’d winked Punch through. canine capers .. . Punchinello wasn’t through then—not by a long shot. In Manhattan, Cornel took him for a stroll in Central Park, legally tied to a leash. But he looked so happy to be outdoors that Wilde’s heart melted. He umsnapped the leash for Punch to chase a squirrel up a tree and, “Tweet!” he heard the cop’s whistle. He got a ticket; his crime got in the papers. When he showed up at court to plead guilty, he got mobbed by fans and the judge was not amused. Result—Cornel got fined. After Punch, the next autocrat at the Wilde house is Wendy Wilde. She’s only three-and-a-half, but already she’s in love. Wendy loves her Daddy, but Daddy hasn’t half the charm quotient of one par- ticular Hollywood star for Wendy. In fact, stacked up against Charlie McCarthy, Cornel just doesn’t rate ai all. Cornel was on the Edgar Bergen radio show a few weeks ago. He took Wendy along, perched her in the sponsor’s booth, and was sure her wide eyes were riveted on her old man. Was he wrong! After the program, Bergen introduced wide-eyed Wendy to the guy she’d been beaming at all the time, Charlie. “Hello, Cutie,’ cracked Charlie, you got any boy friends?” Wendy shook her head solemnly. “No.” “You wouldn’t kid me?” “N-o-o-0,” said Wendy earnestly. “Then how about stepping out with me?” “Oh, yes,” nodded Wendy, making a heavy date fast. Its pretty hard to pry Cornel away from his happy home life. The only reason he succumbs now and then to a dinner out at a Hollywood night club is because he thinks Pat’s so beautiful in an evening gown! He'll even get decked out in a hated dinner jacket just so Pat can dress up in a dazzling creation. She’s his dream pin-up, in a bathing suit. What he revels in the rest of the time are tweed sports clothes, open collars, slacks, loungers, and definitely no neckties. And he’s got the kind of a build tailors love. In fact, Cor- nel is disgustingly healthy, and strong as a young bull “have Cornel will drink beer with ice cream 77

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and enjoy it. He likes pie for breakfast. When he and Pat vacationed at Cape Cod last year, he had blueberry pie and ice cream every morning after his orange juice, when the blueberries were in sea- son. His salads include about every green except loco weed. No matter what he consumes, though, Cornel doesn’t gain a pound over his normal 175 stripped. He burns up calories like a bonfire in the sports he’s loved all his life. Cornel was only 16 and weighed 140 when he entered Columbia University, but he made the freshmen teams in tennis, track, wrestling, boxing, football and crew. He’s a fencing expert, made the last U. S. Olympics squad in fencing, and while he was hanging around Hollywood with not much on his career mind a few years ago, he copped the All-Pacific Coast sabre title just to keep his wrist in. He’s added bareback horseback riding and goggle fishing since he came to California, and his big ambition right now is to qualify for the “Bottom Scratchers,” an elite crew of surf spear. divers. Cornel and Pat both put on their rubber fins and goggles when- ever they get a chance and dive around the rugged rocks of Laguna Beach. Cornel can do with practically no sleep or rest, and he has so much natural animal voltage it doesn’t seem to bother him a bit. He wound up “Bandit” at Columbia, for instance, one evening at six o’clock. He stomped to the barber shop to get his first modern haircut in two years and then rolled out to his home lot, Twentieth Century-Fox, to start “Leave Her to Heaven.” At ten he climbed into a limou- sine which drove him: 400 miles north to Yosemite Valley in the High Sierras. By five o’clock in the morning, with only snatches of sleep, he was on location, and late that afternoon he made his first scene in the picture, driving another 20 miles up a bumpy mountain road to Bass Lake where the very first Wilde chore was to dive in the lake. It was May. It was cold. The water was 38 degrees. He did that dive twice to wind up the marathon en- durance test. They rib Cornel all the time about his name, of course. What makes Cornel wild is to ask him what makes Cornel Wilde— a lousy pun, but he’s always getting it. They rode him a lot too, when that popular rage, Chopin’s “Polonaise,” was blaring out of every radio and juke box. All through “Leave Her to Heaven,” every time he came on the set in the morning they had a loud speaker rigged up to boom out the number, but Cornel hasn’t tired of it yet! But he’s getting pretty sick of the re- quests to play the piano when he’s at a Hollywood party. Most of them are face- tious but a few are serious, naively based on the belief that Cornel actually pounded those ivories through that beautiful “Song to Remember” score. In a way, it’s a com- pliment and tribute to the 400 hours of practice Cornel put in with Victor Allen to simulate reality, although the great Jose Iturbi did the recording keywork, as every- one knows. And so, to all such ribs or real requests, Cornel answers, “I'm sorry, but I didn’t bring Iturbi with me!” He can play a little piano, as Cornel Wilde can do a little of almost everything— paint, dance, sing, photograph, and write. Especially write. Cornel loves to write. He’d rather be a successful playwright than the greatest star in Hollywood. He started early, scribbling out drama even when he was in college, and if you added up all the playlet scripts he has penned, you'd have quite a stack. Over a hundred were used by various New York drama groups before he ever saw Hollywood. Full length works dot his shelves. He 78 worries far more about the fate of Wilde’s pen children than the fate of his dashing screen characters. Cornel is that perverse curiosity—a writer who likes to write. He has studied about every play ever produced and al- most anything else he can get his hands on, but guess what his favorite bedside tome is—the Encyclopedia Britannica! He’s a demon for storing knowledge in his thickly thatched bean. The quirks Cornel has about literary creation are: He doesn’t write in longhand—he uses a typewriter, five-finger fashion—and he makes it a marathon effort. Sometimes when he feels the muse stirring and has the time, Cornel runs over to the office of his agent, Nat Goldstone, borrows an office and a type- writer, closes the door and gives it the machine gun treatment. He won’t eat lunch, he won’t stop. until he’s finished a chapter or act. This avocation, or second profession of- Cornel’s, accounts for a lot of his slants - on what’s fun. It’s why he hates frittering away nights at parties and cafes. Why he doesn’t play cards—poker, gin, bridge or anything. The waste of time dealing paste- boards around makes him feel guilty. But he’ll sit up all hours talking to his friends, mostly writers, actors and dramatists. He’s had his eyes opened, of course, about what happens to a normal guy’s private life when the Hollywood lightning strikes home. Fans go Wilde (sorry, Cor- nel) when they catch him. He’s been chased all over New York and Hollywood, and—let’s face it—when he can, he ducks. But when he’s trapped he’s nice about it. He tried to sneak out of the Hollywood Derby one recent noon when a mob of fans, hot on the trail from nearby NBC studios, spied him. He met a solid mob at the side door which swept him back and jammed him against a door. The door opened at his back and Cornell fell back inside as his fans screamed. He didn’t know it but he’d been pressed right into the men’s room. Six sailors inside offered to break him through to safety, and did, for the fee of six autographs. Wilde has a soft heart, and also a mem- ory like an elephant, for kindnesses shown him when the going was tough. One of Cornel’s best pals in New York and con- stant correspondents is big-hearted Perry Belmont Frank, the former owner of the St. James Hotel, where Cornel and his wife, Pat, along with dozens of other impoverished actors, lived when they battled stone-hearted Broadway. He staked Cornel to rent on the cuff and even loaned him money to get to Hollywood. Cornel doesn’t forget people like that. Cornel cashes a $3500 check each week today, but he’ll probably never be rich. Actually, money means practically nothing to him. The Goldstones have a security plan worked out for Wilde, so he’ll prob- ably salt some away. One of his pet extravagances is sports equipment. He can’t control himself when he enters a sporting goods store. The other day he dropped in a Beverly Hills place to buy a can of tennis balls. When he came out he had a set of boxing gloves, two fish spears, a patent exerciser (which he’ll never use; push-ups are all he ever does in the calisthenics department), an arch- ery set and a mess of fancy fishing tackle. Oddly enough, one of his pet economies is cutting his own hair. Cornel just chops it off in back when it gets too long. He went for two years of costume parts wear- ing long hair, so somehow when he gets a barber shop treatment he feels naked. Pat and Cornel are forever giving each other handsome gifts now, maybe to make up for the years when birthdays, anni- versaries and Christmases had to be skimped sometimes, even skipped. They’re so close in their thoughts that they’re almost telepathic about their gifts to each other. Last Christmas Cornel ordered a big surprise for Pat—a beautiful, espe- cially designed gold watch and bracelet. When he unwrapped Pat’s gift to him, he — had the same thing, man fashion. And what burned him up is that his watch cost more than he’d paid for Pat’s. Both Pat and Cornel, however, are smart enough to know that baubles and comforts, big houses, swimming pools and jewels, are unimportant items when it comes to real happiness. Pat was every bit as happy when she wore the dime store “green gold” ring that Cornel slipped on her hand before the preacher. The green came off on her fingers for years because it was all of six years before they could afford the two matching solid gold bands they wear today. They ordered them when Cornel was signed for “Song to Remember.” The one thing that does make them happier now is the chance that was lacking then—the chance for Cornel—and for Pat—to make good in what they’ve dreamed about for years—acting. They’ve never stopped looking on their two careers as a joint family affair, either. —_—_—_—____ i> . Baw Granville, soon to be seen in the United Artists release, ‘Breakfast in Hollywood," wears this sweet Junio: dress by Laura Lee. It's made of cool spun rayon, with a beautifully fitted basque top, and a gentle dirndl skirt. Note the embroidered detai! on the skirt. It's one of those distinctive little touches that make a dress different! Bonita wears it with a black straw and black shortie gloves. You might also try it with a lime col- ored flower hat or flowers in your hair. cartwheel To find out where to buy this dress, as well as the other fashions in MODERN SCREEN'S Fashion Section, write to: Fashion Editor, MODERN SCREEN, 149 Madison Ave., N. Y. 16, N. Y. enclos- ing a stamped, self-addressed envelope. Now they want to share their success, too. Since Pat’s screen contract is at the same studio with Cornel, they’ve revived the team approach to acting they held so fiercely in New York during their early Manhattan marriage days. Cornel made Pat’s test with her, after Mrs. Darryl Zanuck spotted her in a beauty parlor and tipped her studio-boss husband off to an actress bet. Cornel never plays a part him- self except with Pat’s okay on home re- hearsals and they’ve taken to studying scripts together again at nights, like they used to in their tiny hotel rooms. They'd like to make a picture together, playing leads opposite each other, and al- ready Pat and Cornel have definite ideas on just what picture and why, but they aren’i telling yet. When the Hollywood guys hear of that project they wag their heads gloomily. “Husband-wife acting teams are box office murder,” the sages state. “No ro- mance the fans don’t like ’em. It’s suicide!” But Cornel Wilde has an answer. “Is that so?” he comes back. “Ever hear of a couple of actors named Alfred Lunt and Lynn Fontanne?”

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\ | | one Le Asove: This dirndl-skirted darling really ought to be in color, to show you the luscious ice cream colored stripes that make the dancing skirt. See the peek-a-boo keyhole neckline, the tiny string bow—that’s glamor for you! Under “$16.00. ‘| Ricut: Cotton broadcloth makes this cool, cool i summer date dress, with its touches of fagotting, that look hand-made. Wear it, wash it, love it for summers to come. Under $16.00. To dress up that neckline, wear these lovely pearls by Marvella. | Far Ricut: Here’s that Chinese influence again, this time in a cotton broadcloth lovely, beautifully bound in contrasting color, snugly buttoned with silver knobs, embroidered with a huge monogram. Under $16.00. Use dark accessories for drama! ' 80

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COOL, CALM AND COLLECTED ® Here’s a perfect basic dress! Styled by Willy Marks, it dresses up to go out, goes casually to college, with a quick change of accessories! We show it here in a cool butcher rayon fabric; a little later, it will be available in wool. It can be a year-round stand- by for your basic wardrobe, as prac- tical as it is beautiful! About $11.00.

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SERS eat DERNEATH IT ALL Looking wonderful in your clothes. begins with the type of under- pinnings you wear, so, true to our prom- ise to make you a glamour-gal from the skin out, here are a few real finds that we've rounded up for you! For a bra made by experts, try a Bestform! Made in lace, in satin, in | oroadcloth, there isn't a bra on the market that is more precisely fitted to make your figure lovelier. Bestform bras | come in all sizes, but their most impor- tant feature is the fact that each size comes in an A, B or C cup, to fit the small, average and large bust. Since Bestform bras come in prices starting from 79c, you can get super-fit at a tiny price! P erma-lift has developed a rev- olutionary innovation in the girdle field. Perma-lift, as you probably know, be- came famous originally for their won- derful Perma-lift bras, the bra with "The lift that never lets you down.” Well | now, in addition to their bra line, they have introduced a new girdle with another catchy slogan—''No bones about it—stays up without stays." The Perma-lift girdle won't roll over; won't wrinkle, won't bind, yet it is made en- tirely without bones. To accomplish this. miracle, the same specially processed fabric that made the bra famous. is fashioned in the front panel. This amaz- ingly comfortable inset eliminates wrin- kling and rollirig over and gives maxi- mum comfort in.any position, sitting, bending, walking. The girdle or pantie- girdle are available from $5.00 to $8.50, and there is a magnificent Perma-lift foundation at $10.00. \ Another find is the Pembroke Junior slip, the best slip for the money that we've ever seen! It's a brand new development in slip-making, scientifically proportioned to fit the petite figure alone. This slip has a bias midriff which clings to your waist, a divided, shaped, bra-like top, and a straight cut skirt, which won't cling or ride up. It's avail- able in sizes 9 to 15, in white rayon | crepe or satin, and its price is only $1.90. The bution front classic that is the most useful fashion in your wardrobe — smart anywhere — anytime. Tie-back neckline automatically hugs your neck. Umbrella flared skirt done with unpressed pleats. Sparkling Fall colors. Finely tailored in a wool and rayon fabric by UXBRIDGE. Sizes 12 to 20. At better stores $]Q95 Write us for store name in your city. WILLY MARKS, 1424 Broadway, New York 18

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| 38 “BLOOMER GIRL” (Continued from page 43) a... that the milliner had delivered the package that afternoon, and the maid—accustomed to accepting packages for Margaret—placed the hat box on Margaret’s bed. Maggie is nine—but her tastes in fashion date back approximately 50 years. Not so long ago, she stopped drawing horses and dogs, and started designing dresses. In every case the frocks were high necked—with a bit of 1890 ruching at the prim throat—and long sleeved. Because Mrs. O’Brien and Marissa thought it would be quaint for Maggie to wear one of these self-designed fashions, they had the dress made up according to specifications. When it was fitted, Mar- garet gave explicit directions about the length of the skirt—she wanted it to end about halfway between knee and ankle. Along with this Jane Eyre costume, Margaret likes to wear Mexican silver earrings. When the O’Briens were in Mexico, Margaret accompanied the older women on a round of sight-seeing. Unlike most children, she didn’t tease for things to eat, nor for unusual toys. She made no request for anything until they visited a silversmith’s shop. Then, her eyes wide with admiration, she pointed out a pair of huge, hand-made sterling ear- rings. “Please, will you buy them for me?” “But, darling, whatever will you do with them?” asked Marissa. “Wear them to dinner,” said Margaret. She made one additional purchase in Mexico: A pair of dolls. Mexican dolls are, as you know, a colorful lot. They are done in woven straw, and painted; they are made of bisque, or china, or fabric. They are gowned in gawdy skirts, serapes, or starched white headdresses. Margaret passed by all the dimpled, dark-eyed senorita dolls and all the gal- lant, jaunty bullfighter dolls; she bought a pair of grandparent dolls dressed in sober black and white, their faces lined with age, their hair white. Margaret’s jewelry collection, in addi- tion to her silver earrings, is impressive. She owns three wrist watches, one of which was a gift of her dearly loved Mr. Lionel Barrymore. She owns a diamond ring (chip diamond, narrow gold band) given by Jimmy Durante, and four other rings presented at various times by those with whom she has worked. She has perhaps half a dozen chains and lockets, and sev- eral strings of tiny pearls. diamond lil... Wordlessly, she will study the decor of any woman who visits the set. One after- noon, a tourist wearing fifteen or twenty thin silver bracelets was given the long stare by Miss O’Brien. Thought Marissa, “I wonder what will come of this?” She found out the following morning. Margaret emerged aglitter with three chains with locket, two strings of pearls, all three of her watches, a pair of earrings, and every ring she owned. Margaret, however, is sharp. Cocking an eye at Marissa, she caught her aunt’s quickly controlled expression of mirth. “Do you think I’m a little over-dressed for school?” she demanded. Without wait- ing for an answer, she wheeled and re- turned to her bedroom. When she came out the second time she was wearing one watch, one ring, and one string of pearls. At Christmas, when Mrs. O’Brien asked Margaret what she wanted to find under the tree, she expected a number of an- swers. For one thing, she imagined that Little Miss-Nose-In-A-Book would place ~ an order for an entire library in order to be equipped with literature for the year 1946. She also presumed that Margaret would ask for an addition to her dolls. As usual, Margaret wowed the lady. “The only thing I really want,” said she, “Gs a cameo brooch and a cameo ring to match.” After regaining her breath, Mrs. O’Brien inquired, “Wherever did you get that idea, darling?” “I saw some pictures of old-fashioned girls in a book, and they were wearing cameos,” said Margaret. She received her two cameos, as specified. Although Margaret is now nine years old, she hasn’t been awarded a formal allowance. She isn’t interested in carry- ing pennies or nickels in her purse, and never seems to be impelled to buy things herself, as some children are. Nor does she understand the connection between her work and her income. Since California professional children are, in effect, wards of the court and must have each individual contract reviewed and approved by a judge, Margaret spends a good deal of time in the Hall of Justice. Once she arrives in the court room, she has to sit and listen, sometimes for long periods, to a group of tiresome adults arguing over a matter that she can’t understand. If her case is fourth or fifth on the docket, she gets bored to extinction. One afternoon—after sitting through sev- eral minor cases involving absolutely nothing of interest to a girl of nine— Margaret whispered to Marissa, “This is silly. Let’s go home now and come to see the judge when he doesn’t have so many friends to fight with.” In Maggie’s opinion, making pictures and radio appearances is on an amusement par with jacks, checkers or roller skating. You probably remember that Margaret went through a card-sharper phase. She was the gin rummy genius of every set on which she worked and great was her fury if she lost a hand. She still gets al- most as irked if she is licked at checkers. She is the same way with jacks. Mrs. O’Brien and Marissa watch closely to see that Missy M. doesn’t take her games too seriously. After she had taken a two-game licking one day, she made such a fuss that she was ordered to re- frain from playing checkers for two days, one penalty day for each blowup. “You've got to learn that you MUST lose occa- sionally,” reasoned Mrs. O’Brien. “No one wins all the time.” “I don’t see why not, if I work hard enough,” encountered Maggie. Probably this philosophy has been bol- stered by the fact that, so far, she has realized most of her dreams. Take, for instance, the. Lassie situation. Around Christmas, 1944, Mr. Louis B. Mayer, whom Margaret adores, asked his favorite star, “What would you like to receive from me this year?” Margaret didn’t have to waste a mo- ment’s reflection upon her _ request. “Lassie,” she said. Mr. Mayer gave a number of pertinent reasons why such a thing was impossible, each of which was gravely accepted by Miss O’Brien. The result was that Maggie was promised the first of Lassie’s puppies. For months, Marissa had to drive Maggie seventy miles out into the country each Sunday to visit Lassie. When Lassie’s puppies were born, Maggie promptly chose one of the males and named him Laddie. As the time approached for Laddie to be brought home, Mrs. O’Brien and Marissa realized that Margaret was going to have to be warned about the jealousy that would inevitably develop between Maggie, the cocker spaniel, and Laddie. Thinking that this situation might be used as an object lesson of value, Mrs. O’Brien explained that everyone craves at- tention and affection and that, when one is living in a family, one must try to show each member equal favor. arithmetic annoyance ene She wasn’t certain that she had put the message over until the following after- noon when she glanced out the window to check on the behavior of Maggie and the two dogs. All three were sitting in the grass; Margaret was in the middle, with a dog stretched ‘out om either side. She was patting each head simultaneously. e movement, forward-bending and slowly leaning back, made her look as if she were paddling a small canoe. When a Charity Fair was given at the Bob Hope home recently, Margaret was chosen to preside over the doll booth. “Of all the dolls here,” she confided to Marissa —who was to handle the cash transactions at the register—“‘my favorite is this one.” You guessed it: It was an antique French doll dressed in provincial style. To her first customer Margaret said, “I’m sure you'll like this one,” and held up the antique. That customer selected a baby doll with sleepy eyes. The next customer shrugged aside the antique and chose a bride doll. The gypsy pair went next. As sales continued and no one evinced the slightest interest in Mar- garet’s idea of the prize, she said forlorn- ly to Marissa, “I don’t know why people don’t appreciate nice things.” When little Frenchie was finally sold after two-and-a-half hours of brisk trade, Maggie closed her eyes and heaved a pro- found sigh of relief. “The sale has been a big success, hasn’t it?” she asked Marissa. “How much did we make for Charity?” (it turned out later that she thought Charity was an under-privileged child for whom this whole party was given!) Marissa mentioned the pleasant sum taken in by her ardent niece. “Oh, dear—I'll probably have that num- ber in Arithmetic tomorrow,” said Mar- garet. She has been attending formal school for only fourteen months, but she is reading sixth grade language books, working on fourth grade history and arithmetic. The reading and history are duck soup: for Margaret, but if she could skip arithmetic it would be a fine thing, in her opinion. Considering the brief period spent in a classroom, Margaret is remarkably hep. This is due, undoubtedly, to the fact that she listens to adult conversations and re- lates everything she understands. Some- times, as in the case of the word “charity,” she gathers an off-beam impression, but usually her conclusions are solid. As the 1945 holidays neared, for instance, Mr. Mayer again asked, “What would you like to find under your Christmas tree from me this year, my dear?” Once again Margaret was delayed by no uncertainty. All during the racing season she had heard enthusiastic backers singing the praises of one horse; this filly’s fighting heart had been extolled, along with her speed, stamina and beauty. And so, being a refreshingly frank young lady, she said sweetly, “Thank you, Mr. Mayer. This year Tll take Busher!” '

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Out of the turbulent era when the West was coming of age...here is thrilling, romantic adventure! starring WILLIAM ELLIOTT ens CONSTANCE MOORE with HANK DANIELS - RUTH DONNELLY EUGENE PALLETTE - LIONEL STANDER and JACK LaRUE ~- GRANT WITHERS BOBBY BLAKE - Screen Play by Frances Hyland e Adaptation by Frank Gruber Original Story by Jerome Odlum Associate Producer & Director Joseph Kane A REPUBLIC PICTURE

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90 his breath as Johniy went back upstairs, chuckling, to tell his sister and best pal, Molly, the joke. Molly wasn’t amused. She was sore. “We'll fix that,” she said, “from now on, I’m Molly Coy!” Molly’s his best booster, severest critic, toughest audience, sister, mother, confidant, advisor and Girl Friday. And it’s Molly who reports faithfully each week to his doting mother back in Montreal on the state of the boy as to health, career and heart interests. She had to write a long letter on that last department recently— but it was one she liked to write. Johnny had callea up from the studio. “Molly, I’m bringing a new girl home for cinner. I hope you'll like her.” Molly’s eyebrows lifted. “What difference does that make?” She got the answer the minute Johnny walked in the door with petite, brunette, twinkle-toed little Dorothy Babbs. Johnny was just starting “Ladies’ Man” then, and Paramount wisely told him, “You pick your own partner for the specialty num- bers.” Johnny’s an eager beaver and he tested dozens of Hollywood dancers. It was pretty discouraging until Dorothy Babbs stepped into his arms and smiled and said, “Just dance—I’ll fake along.” After one routine, all Johnny knew was that he coulc let his slippers go and not run into any interference, and also that a funny feeling came over him when he had his arms around this sweetie which wasn’t all art and terpsichore. It was that fast and quick that the bug bit him. Anyway, after Molly Coy pondered a minute or two on the strange note in her brother’s voice about the new girl he was bringing to dinner, she got busy. She ran down to the market and got a pork roast and made apple sauce and candied some yams—that was Johnny’s idea of a spread. She put a bottle of Johnny’s one extrava- gant weakness, champagne, in the icebox. Remembering that Johnny’s first kiddish crush was a dancer, she wondered if Johnny’s “new girl” was a dancer. She chuckled to herself, because she knew how Johnny would introduce her: “This is Miss Coy—my sister,” making a clear ex- planation of that. Molly still had a laugh a day, it seemed, when some smitten girl fan called the apartment for Johnny and she answered. “Oh,” they’d stammer, “I—I’m sorry. Must have the wrong number!” And they’d hang up, thinking they’d stumbled into Johnny Coy’s wife! johnny's got a girl... Molly didn’t have to wonder much after she saw Dorothy. And she knew that funny note in Johnny’s voice was no false alarm. He was treating this sweet little peach like a china doll. That night Molly could write home to Mother Ogilvie, “Johnny’s gothimselfanew girl. Hername’s Dorothy Babbs, and she dances—wouldn’t you know it? I think he’s already tumbled, but don’t you worry a bit. She’s sweet and lovely and I think Johnny’ll be a lucky boy if she likes him, too.” So when Johnny admitted that Cupid was shooting him full of holes and he was dreaming about diamond rings and rice and things, Molly thought, with a big sister’s instinct, “Oh-oh, I wonder if he’s sure?” She kept her mouth shut, but she hela the thought and Johnny got it, or maybe he had it all by himself. When “Ladies’ Man” was finished, he announced: “Tm going to fly back to Montreal and MOLLY AND ME (Continued from page 49) see Mom and the kids.” “That’s a wonderful idea,” agreed Molly. “Yep,” Johnny said, “I’m homesick.” Then he confessed, “Dorothy and I talked it over. We think it’s a good idea to sepa- rate and see whether it’s a case of ‘absence makes the heart grow fonder’—or, ‘out of sight, out of mind.’” So Molly stayed in Hollywood, and off Johnny flew to Montreal, where Mother Ogilvie had his dancing cups and medals polished up for the occasion and his old room redecorated, as she does every time he comes home. The sisters gathered around to hear all about Hollywood and discreetly inquire about this Dorothy Babbs Molly had been writing about. His Mon- treal buddies and fans poured into the Ogilvie house all day and night and it was just like old times. But fate stepped in after a week. The telegram said, “Catch plane immediately. Star part in ‘Earl Car- roll’s Sketchbook’ starts immediately at Republic.” So Johnny was winging his way back West before he knew it, and he still didn’t know the answer about himself and Doro.hy. Then, the minute he got to Holly- wood, they told him, “Pick a partner for your dances,” and whom did Johnny Coy pick? That’s right—Dorothy Babbs. Johnny Coy was still working day and night when the matter of the ring came up. He couldn’t get to a jewelry store when one was open to pick out the diamond ring, but he had that surprise in his mind. Johnny’s quite a romantic soul at heart; he likes to do things with a flair and he had his heart set on giving Dorothy the ring in a romantic spot—removed away from workaday Hollywood. Somewhere where he could propose as he’d always dreamed of proposing. That would be up in Carmel, California, where the blue Pacific lazily sweeps a snow white beach and dark pines whisper at the water’s edge. It’s the prettiest spot on the California coast, and that’s where Dorothy was going to join her mother for a vacation the minute the whistle blew on MODERN SCREEN “Don't touch it! That's a letter I'm writing Robert Walker!" “Sketchbook.” Johnny saw his chance, so he decided to drive Dotty up the very night they called “Cut!” on their last number. But how to get that surprise diamond ring all picked out and ready for the big event? Answer—as usual, Sister Molly. It was a secret, deep and thrilling, and if Dotty found out about the ring or Johnny’s plot it would spoil the romantic surprise Coy was counting on. Molly knew it was up to her. She called in Evelyn Babbs, Dorothy’s older sister. They went shopping, found just the right sparkler. Then they both had to launch a painful act of deception that made Dorothy cry— but they couldn’t help it. Because, it would happen that Johnny brought Dotty in too soon and the sisters had to make quick with the ring under the sofa pillow and then try to look calm and nonchalant about the whole thing. But Johnny had been acting a little odd around the set that day, like he’d swal- lowed a mouse or something, and when Dotty saw her sister, Evelyn, and both she and Molly looking like a couple of kids caught in the cookie jar, she started asking questions. “Say,” pondered Dotty, “what’s cooking here, anyway?” : Molly knew right then she’d have to do something to frighten her off the scent, and Molly can think fast when something her brother, Johnny, has his heart set on is about to fly out the window. She was going to protect that surprise if it killed her, or killed Dorothy or someone. desperate measures... So she started running Johnny down, just to get farthest away from romance as she could. “What in the world do you see in Johnny?” remarked Molly. “If you had any sense you'd toss him over for keeps,” she stated. “He’s fickle. He doesn’t love you. All he cares about is his dancing.” “Wh—what!” stammered Doity, going white. Evelyn caught on to the act. “Sure, Sis,” she said. “Molly’s right. I never could understand what you see in him. A selfish guy, no ideals. He’ll break your heart. Get rid of him, is my advice!” Dorothy turned from white to angry pink. And loving Johnny, as the gag went on and on and got hotter and hotter she burst into tears and stamped out saying | she’d never speak to either of them again. | By now, of course, Dorothy Babbs is hep | to what went on herself and, having a | sense of humor, she appreciates Molly’s | struggles to keep the surprise on ice even if she did have to make Dotty see red to do it. Because by now, of course, Johnny | has popped the question and Dorothy has | said “Yes” and they made their promises | as Johnny had planned in dreamy Carmel-_ | by-the-Sea. They'll be married soon. Molly doesn’t claim to be Johnny’s fa- | vorite sister. But in a big family, somebody | has to be a second mama to the brood, and that was Molly Ogilvie’s job. She was just the right age and the right disposition. Every Ogilvie moppet danced—all except | Molly. She was the quiet, domestic type— there’s usually one in a talented family like that—and the talent Molly did have came a cropper early in her life. She used to sing lyric soprano, studied music at McGill University for seven years and belonged to the Montreal Opera Society, warbling in light operas like “Prince of Pilsen,” “The Quaker Girl,” “Floradora,” and such. She had hoped someday to go on to gran opera and make a career for herself. U: | |

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INFORMATION DESK by Beverly Linet July is the time for | Bev-rages (ouch), so here’s BOB TURNER, 24 come Sept. 7, free, 6’ tall and weighing 155 lbs. Has brown hair and eyes. Wanted to be a soldier of fortune, settled for vaudeville, films, a three-year-N av y hitch, and currently, a role with Mary Martin in Bway’s “Lute Song.” Is now. considering many picture offers. Collects giraffes, and loves Chinese food. Write to him at the Jaffe Agency, 119 W. 57th St., N. Y. C. Ann Salman- sohn, 1333 N. Marshall St., Philadel- phia, Pa., has his fan club. I played Sherlock Holmes, and found JOE ROACH the cowboy with the i green shirt, red tie, jand blonde hair, who stood out in an extra role in “The Harvey Girls.” He’s 25, 6’, 2” tall, and unmarried. Write him at his army address: No. 39742723, E=17, Reg. Hos- pital, Fort Wood, Mo. & RICHARD LONG scored as Drew in “Tomorrow is For- ever’ and does equally well in “The Stranger.” Born in Chicago, Ill., Dec. 17, 1927, he is 6’ tall, weighs 160 lbs., and has brown hair and blue eyes. No gal. Write to him at RKO, Hollywood, Calif. Mary Graves, N. Y.: The romantic theme of “They Were Expendable’ was “The Marcheta.” It's been published, as has the “Spellbound Concerto.” “Sar- atoga Trunk” music was just background score. 17-year-old Bill Riley was “the kid” in “Expendable.” Pat Moorehead, Iowa: JACK BUE- TEL, star of “The Outlaw,” was born in Dallas, Texas, Sept. 5, 1919. Is 6° tall and weighs 160 Ibs. He has blue eyes and black hair. Recently was discharged from the service. No club for him, but LON McCALLISTER’S CLUB was reorganized, and Lenore Becker, 1902 N. 36 St., Milwaukee, Wis., will send you details. CORRECTION: Leona Rosenthal, 1285 St. John’s place, Brooklyn, N. Y.., has a fan club for James Mason, and not Leslie Vincent, as stated in my June column. Sorry! Come on now! You MUST have something that you want to know about. Well then, just send your question and a SELF-ADDRESSED, STAMPED ENVELOPE to Beverly Linet, Infor- mation Desk, MODERN SCREEN, 149 Medison Avenue, New York 16, N. Y. luckily, though, Molly lost her voice when she was still in her teens by getting too lucky at a racetrack, of all places, and shouting herself hoarse. Dad Ogilvie worked for the Canadian National Railways, so they traveled a lot, to Ottawa, Toronto and other Canadian cities, where Johnny never failed to walk off with medals and cups. Mrs. Ogilvie liked to escort her kids on most of the trips because she got and still gets a terrific bang out of watching Johnny dance. When he went down to New York to dance pro- fcssionally at night clubs for the first time, Mama Ogilvie made fourteen trips down in one year just to see her Johnny perform. But often she couldn’t get away, and then the chaperone job was up to Sister Molly. that johnny! .. . It was that way all the way along, even when Johnny branched out—with hazard- ous results—into the big outside world of show business. It was Molly Coy who was usually on the business end of the long distance calls (collect) that Johnny was always shooting home, or the telegrams marked “urgent”—but both with the same idea—send some money, quick! Her mother would say, “Molly, it looks like Johnny needs some money—you’d better run up to the bank.” So Molly would send on the Western Union order and shake her head, muttering, “That Johnny!” But like the rest of the family, she was always touchily proud of him. She talked her boss into a couple of days off to run down to New York and stand in line with her mother to see Johnny in his first stage act. And she bought all the Montreal papers that printed the “local boy makes good” article with Johnny’s picture when he was signed for the lead with Mary Martin in “Dancing in the Streets,” the Broadway show that had his hopes in the air, then flopped. That’s the kind of warm feeling Johnny held for his family and the kind they held for him. And that’s why, when Buddy de Sylva spotted a star in Johnny Coy tearing up the floor at the Copacabana, and handed him a contract, Johnny had Molly come out to share his good luck. He wired home from New York. “Holly- wocd’s a long way from home. Molly, can you come out and take care of me?” And Molly wired back, “You’re a big boy, now Jakie—but I still like that job. You're on.” At urst, all Johnny had to worry about was good times and lazy days. The part Paramount had in mind for him with Betty Hutton in “Incendiary Blonde” was much too small, they rightly reasoned. Before “Bring On the Girls” came along for him to prove he was a cinch for star- dom, Johnny Coy had time on his hands and he had to keep doing something or go crazy, because that’s the kind of a rest- less ball of fire he is. He took it out in swimming, bowling, golfing, playing bad- minton, chasing around to night spots, and Molly tried to keep up with her kid brother for a while. But she finally retired to the role of housekeeper and hostess and let Johnny’s bouncy friends take over the strenuous life. Once Johnny went to work, Molly’s worries were over—one look at Coy in action and Hollywood kept him plenty busy. But although Molly Coy will be passing on the care and feeding of Johnny Coy to Dorothy Babbs pretty soon now, she still knows more about her famous brother than anyone else, except maybe Mom Ogilvie. So Dotty Babbs, please note: Life will not have many dull moments around that Coy guy. Just ask Molly. Johnny’s going to want to stay up all night and sleep all day, yes he is, unless you put your little foot down. He'll read until all hours, then want sandwiches in the middle of the night! When he wakes up, hell yelp for his 0.j. (orange juice) and coffee and want to stay sipping them in the sack another hour while he catches up with the morning newspapers that he’s bought the night before. You'll have to keep that date blackboard in his bedroom up to snuff on appoint- ments or Johnny’ll get in a jam. Half the time his mind’s off on a dance step and he just can’t remember what year of Our Lord it is. Do you mind tap dancing in the bathroom? Maybe you don’t—the neighbors do, though, sometimes, when Coy gets a brainstorm and works it out on the hard tiles while he’s shaving. Then there’s money. That Coy—he’s got porous pockets, no matter how much he makes. Because, one, he’s a soft touch for a hard luck yarn. Two, he thinks the stuff’s made to spend and enjoy. Telephonitis—and how!—count on at least $100 a month long distance tolls. Gifts —for you, for Molly, for Mom, for every- one he fancies, like the sick little girl in the Montreal hospital children’s ward he fell for on his last visit and showered with jewelry, books and toys. Better be resigned to a marathon open house. People will walk in and out saying “Jake here?” and half the time you won’t know who or why. But no real wild-Indian problems with Coy. You don’t even drink or smoke and Johnny practically doesn’t, either. Just rise above his smitten fans who call up. Johnny’s strictly a one- woman guy when he’s in love. Except for dogs—they’re the rivals. He'll. be dragging home strange mutts all the time and you'll have to turn them away, just like Molly, because the apart- ment manager says “No.” But if a pup does worm nis way in, you won’t get a tumble. He'll be nuts about Johnny. Don’t count on any help around the house; Coy’s not a bit domestic. Molly caught him frying bacon with butter once —imagine! He’s hard to get out of the bathroom, takes a tub and a shower, reads in the tub, reads anywhere, books all over the house, paints and paint brushes too, that’s a secret ambition. Hope you like the radio, because Johnny keeps it hum- ming. Murder mysteries send him. Things to watch: Dentists’ appointments —Johnny’s scared of drill doctors. He’ll keep a toothache for weeks rather than climb in the chair. Bank accounts—Jakie never keeps stubs and the bank might get nasty. Autos—Jakie’s get stolen, roll down hills, smack into things. Socks—better learn to knit. He wears nothing but home made Argyles, but Mother Ogilvie helps out there. Colds—he catches them every time he starts a picture, won’t go to bed. silent treatment .. . Fun’s no problem. Johnny will step out at the drop of a suggestion. Ciro’s, Mocam- bo, the Hollywood high spots are his dish. Hockey games he loves madly, gin rum- my, the beach, badminton. If he gets sassy or there’s a spat—just don’t speak to him. That Johnny can’t stand, and he’ll come around quick with flowers and perfume. That ought to be a fair bunch of tips on Jakie Coy to start. But if Dorothy ever. gets stuck—why, there’s always Molly to huddle with. She’s taken out her first nat- uralization papers and Johnny’s set her up in the laundry business. In fact, Johnny and Dorothy want Sister Molly to keep on living with them in the apartment after the wedding. But even with the Hollywood housing shortage as tight as it is, Molly shakes her practical Scotch head at that idea. There are living quarters back of the shop they bought and she can make them do if necessary. There’s nobody Molly loves better than her cute kid brother. But Molly Coy also knows that when a man’s married—well— three’s a crowd. ee! |

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Benny GOODMAN and the Pied Pipers sending solid in “All the Cats Join In”! Dinah SHORE enchanting in a sparkling Ballad Ballet, “Two Silhouettes”! | The ANDREWS SISTERS singing the love story of “Johnny Fedora and Alice Blue Bonnet’! | THRILL to the — Nelson EDDY singing a// roles in the amazing “The Whale Who Wanted to Sing at the Met”! TALENTS of Jerry COLONNA starting a mirthquake in the immortal “Casey at the Bat”’! Andy RUSSELL spellbinding in the lovely lyrics of “Without You”! = The KINGS MEN reviving the rip-roaring feud of “The Martins and the Coys”! Sterling HOLLOWAY telling the story of Prokofieff’s famous “‘Peter and the Wolf”! Tania Riabouchinska and David Lichine in a never to be forgotten Disney Ballet! RELEASED THROUGH RKO RADIO PICTURES 93 __ A COMEDY MUSICAL FEATURE IN TECHNICOLOR

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eee —— N Dex Men Do Not Forget eT cea SEES < & ~ “Lovely Lips Welcome Me” “Maybe my lipstick inspired Bob’s poetic remarks, For after I discovered Don Juan Lipstick, he talked more about my lips. “They are the same lips I always had ..- but Don Juan does something nice to them. And because I use Don Juan Lipstick as directed . . . my lips stay on me (and stay lovely), when I eat, drink or kiss.” Don Juan Lipstick is smoothly ap- plied and is not drying or smeary. In fashion favored shades. Try new Medium Red, a true red, flattering, youthful looking, or Raspberry, darker, exciting. Other smart shades, too. Hen THE LIPSTICK THAT STAYS ON Matching pow- der, rouge and cake make-up for ; Beauty’s Sake. Sold in Canada, too, | PETER LAWFORD’S LIFE (Continued from page 39) location contract, and here he was—no job, no money, and a dose of flu built for an oxygen tent. He tottered off at the Los Angeles Union Station and drove with his agent to M-G-M. He didn’t have time for any lunch. Halfway out he had to stop and be sick. His head was spinning dizzily as he read his lines at the interview, but at last he seemed to hear Director Norman Taurog say, “That’s it. You’ve got the part,” from far away. He said, “Thanks,” walked out- side and fainted dead away. Maybe nobody but Peter Lawford would have slugged himself that way on a gamble in the fickle, long-shot world of Hollywood. Because in Peter’s aristocratic world the dreams he clung to were outrageous. Movie acting was a disgrace. It fell under the great taboo for religious reasons—‘not done.” That made Peter Lawford, from the start, one against the gods. dramatic entrance... The winter storms were lashing London early the furious Steptember night Peter Lawford was born. The surly sky broke into a tempest, the worst in years. Gales blasted the window panes and _ sheeted rain crashed in rolling salvos against the slate roof of the West End flat where Gen- eral Sir Sidney Lawford, K.E.B., Royal Fusiliers, retired, and his pretty young Lady, awaited their first child. The baby was large, nine-and-a-half pounds, and slow to arrive. He was being born upside down with complications. He showed little signs of life. His left arm was paralyzed. When he was finally into this world, the doctor examined infant Peter Lawford and then shook his head. To the nurse he said, wearily. “You needn’t bother to try and feed him. He'll be dead before night.” “‘['m not going to let him die,” said Miss Hemming, the nurse. She worked over him all that day, this hopeless little mite who was to become Peter Lawford. She massaged, rubbed, patted and bathed him with brandy. By evening he could eat. The next morning he was very much alive and making a fuss about it. Miss Hemming (she has written Peter every month since for the past twenty-two years) placed him on his mother’s bed the next day. The first thing he did was put on a show. Lady Lawford switched on the lamp at her bed table. To her amazement, her day-old son turned his head and looked right at it. “Nurse,” she called. “Some- thing’s queer here. I say, aren’t babies blind when they’re born?” “Yes, your Ladyship, they are.” “But he’s looking at the light!” So tiny Peter put on his act for the nurse. Every other member of the house- hold staff came in for a look. The London relatives, dropping by for a look at the new Lawford heir, saw Peter in his believe-it- or-not baby act. He swivelled his head back and forth most of the day, winding up the show when the doctor came that afternoon. The physician carried Peter to the window and examined his eyes. “He can see, all right,” he muttered incredulously. “But,” he added, with British correctness, “he really shouldn’t, you know.” But Peter kept up the wonder baby act. They packed him off to the South of France before he was five weeks old, to escape the harsh London winter. The nurse who had rubbed life into him at birth went along. Each day she strapped his good right arm to his side so he’d have to use the well-massaged but paralyzed left one. Pretty soon that developed until today Pete Lawford is ambidextrous, a lucky talent he could use later on when he wrecked his right arm in an accident. When he was only six weeks old the sec- ond wonder act occurred. The Lawfords stopped in a Riviera resort hotel and one day Peter’s doting nurse knocked at Lady Lawford’s room in a justifiable rage. “These stupid servants!” she stormed. “The chambermaid or some- one has put Master Peter sitting up in bed. Anyone knows that injures a baby’s spine.” Lady Lawford agreed. She called in the floor staff and read them a lecture. “You must never, never sit the baby up in bed,” she Gomnee “Never touch Master Peter at all.” They all protested. “But, Madame, no one has even been in the room.” But who had propped Baby Peter up in bed? He gave the answer himself. When they tip- toed, en masse, into the room, he was flat on his back again. To everyone’s astonish- ment, he pulled himself up to a sitting position. “Call the General,” gasped Lady Lawford. Sir Sidney came running. Peter was keeping up the bedroom acrobatics. It was unheard of. Even the calm Gen- eral was impressed. The life that young Peter Lawford was born into was the tradition-goverried, his- tory-hallowed world of British aristocracy. What was and was not “done” was what counted and the rules were rigid. Both his mother and his father’s families were among the oldest and the best in England. Young Peter was whisked about the Continent as a baby, as the retired Sir Sidney and his Lady travelled with the seasons and the International Set. He was always being bundled up and taken aboard a steamer or catching a train. He lived in a world of hotels, spas, Paris pensions, May- fair flats. His tutors and his playmates, too, could have stepped right out of a geography book. Swiss, German, English, Portuguese, Italian teachers had him in tow in turn. Wherever he went, he played with mop- pets from other lands—Czech, Swedish kids, Turkish, Viennese, Americans. pride of the nursery ... In true British tradition, Lady Lawford entrusted Peter mainly to the nursery staff. Peter had breakfast by himself in the nursery, spent the day from nine to one o'clock with his tutor, went to the nearest park or playground in the after- noon and got tucked in early, with perhaps a sleepy-eyed look at his mother, coming in mink-coated and perfumed to give him a goodnight kiss on the way out for dinner. . Two things which she drummed into Peter early were a world consciousness and respect and tolerance for all races and religions. There’s just one church that counts in aristocratic England, but Lady | Lawford encouraged every governess to instruct Peter in whatever her religion happened to be. Before he was ten, Peter was exposed to the Catholic, Protestant, Lutheran and Jewish faiths. He discovered, as his mother wanted him to, that there was something swell in them all. As he did about the races he ran up against. One day, in Paris, he came running in from play and made the mistake of re- peating a slighting remark he’d heard a German kid make about an Italian kid. i There was an ugly word in it and Lady Lawford spoke her mind to four-year-old Peter Lawford in a fashion he never forgot.

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Cosmetic lotion to | remove hair § plus tax At Drug, Department and 10¢ Stores “The world is a big place, Peter,” she told him. “There are lots of kinds of people in it and every one has something admirable and nice that no other has. No country is better than any other country and no race better than any other race. Now, see if you can repeat what I have just said.” Peter repeated it, and then he repeated it again. He was five before he could speak English. Most of his playmates jab- bered away in the Continental language, French, and his parents spoke it, too. It was quite a day when he finally learned enough of his native tongue to carry a conversation. They celebrated the event by putting through a telephone call to his dad, then in London. “Allo,” began Peter. “Are you there?” “Oui—yes, I am here. I am well. How are you?” Peter squeezed it out slowly. “That’s good,” said his dad. “Well, old boy, and what are you doing there in Paris?” “Moi—I je play the gendarmes et vo- leurs,” struggled Peter, “how you say?—the cops and robbers.” So although Sir Sidney had to laugh, at the same time it shocked him a bit. From then on nothing but Eng- lish was spoken around the house and soon Peter was as British as the next boy. His governess was German then and so was his nurse and Peter didn’t like either one. He said one looked like a cow and the other a fish and what was probably the matter is that with true Teutonic discipline, they made him walk the chalk line. One day he rebelled. The governess had been ironing out some things in the nursery and unwisely left the iron on the board. When she left the room Peter saw his chance, and he didn’t hesitate for a second. He switched the iron back on and removed himself and all tracks. He knew what would happen, although he wasn’t much more than five or six. The iron would get hotter and hotter and spoil the clothes and the governess would catch plenty. The iron did get hotter. It burned right through the ironing board, kept on burn- ing and fell through the nursery floor. From the downstairs room it seared its way through a rich carpet and the floor, too, and plummeted merrily on down to the basement, glowing like an evil coal. The discovery was made only when the butler rushed into the wing of the house where General and Lady Lawford sat, crying “Fire!” Then the Oxford volunteer fire bri- gade was called and rumbled up noisily to save the day. The plot worked all right. The German governess got her bawling out. But Peter felt so badly about it he came clean himself. As for Sir Sidney and Lady Lawford, they were happy enough that the house hadn’t burned down, so no drastic measures were taken. young sportsman... 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ee eEeE lim, English boy-beautifuls. He wore his yellow-brown hair that darkened each year brushed straight back in a slick “pompadour.” His skin, faintly olive, | browned to a rich tan with the winter sun at Cannes and Deauville. His eyes were | brown and merry and his lashes long. He ' wore all hand-tailored clothes usually cut by “Bill of Bond Street,” who has a shop in Santa Barbara today. . One habit which drove his goyernesses | wild and shocked them no end was Peter’s penchant for chumming with strange kids. The Lawfords spent most of their winters on the Riviera and at places like Nice and | Deauville. Peter spent most of his play ' hours on the beach. He’d ramble over the sands faster than his governess could hobble and when she’d catch up with Master Peter he’d be playing with some swarthy Italian-French moppet of doubt- ful family. Then the governess would haul Pete away firmly and warn, “Don’t let me ever catch you with any child who doesn’t belong to your family’s friends.” servant snobbery... But Peter complained to headquarters about this and Lady Lawford backed him up. She knew what a horrible little snob that type of thing could breed and that wasn’t her style at all. And she laid down the rule: “Peter can play with any child as long as he hasn’t the measles, mumps or some sickness and has had a bath within a reasonable time. All children,” she assured Peter, “are God’s children, and all of them are nice. Pick your own friends.” And Master Peter did. He picked some beauties. Peter had heard about Hollywood, of course, but outside of the fact that it was the home of the American shoot-’em-up wild westerns, which his governess allowed him to view now and then with his little . friends, it meant little to him—or at least so his governess and his parents innocently thought. But Master Peter was more im- | pressed by the gods and goddesses who flickered on the screen than he let on. Pri- vately, he knew all about them and how they got that way at a very tender age. He was to reveal this with shocking clarity when his chance came. That was when he was only seven years old. And it stemmed from a fiery political crusade Lady Lawford was engaged in. > At this particular time she was chairman of a London Committee, and commuted to her office from her home town of Reading, in Berkshire, where Sir Sidney had found a house. Every day, the governess brought Peter round in the limousine to have lunch with his mother, and inject a bit of home, life into her strenuous penning of political blasts. To get to Lady Lawford’s office, Pete had to walk through one where Sir Thomas Paulson, M.P., another Conserv- ative booster, worked. After a succession of mannerly “Good morning, Sir’s,” Sir Thomas was on friend- ly terms with manly Peter Lawford, and often he would halt him and chat about this and that. One day he popped the question, whose answer he knew, of course. “Peter,’ asked Sir Thomas, “have you decided what regiment you’re going into when you grow up?” The answer would be his father’s, General Lawford’s Royal Fusilliers. Sieeadene wt “None,” stated Peter firmly. “I’m not going to be a soldier. I’m going to be a film star.” Sir Thomas almost fell through the floor. “Good Lord, son,” he gasped. “Don’t ever say such a thing in front of your father or mother! They’d skin you alive.” Peter ignored that. His brain was tick- ing on more important matters. “I hear, sir,’ he said, “that you have an interest in Elstree.” Elstree is Britain’s M-G-M, “Me marry? I like my freedom. too much’ Fiddlesticks! Yow’re pining for a proposal. So set the scene this way: KEEP FRESH! After you bathe—dust your body with Cashmere Bouquet Tale. Quickly it dries that lingering moisture. Leaves you ravishingly fresh. FEEL SMOOTH: Sprinkle extra Cashmere Bouquet Talc over chafable places. It imparts a satin-smooth : . sheath of protection to sensitive skin. STAY DAINTY! Keep your feminine appeal on high. Use Cashmere Bouquet often for coolness, comfort and for the dainty way it scents you with the fragrance men love. In 10¢, 20¢ and 35¢ sizes For the luxury size with velour puff ask for Cashmere Bouquet Dusting Powder 65¢

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and the center of English movies. “Why, yes,” admitted the peer. “I have a few shares.” He had a lot of them and Peter knew it. “I wonder, sir,” pressed Peter, “if you’d give me a letter to the studio manager— so I can find out-if I’m an actor or not.” Age seven, Peter was. The Parliament Member and film financier smothered a laugh. “You mean you'd like to visit Elstree? Well, I think that can be arranged. Tll give them an order to show you through. How about tomorrow?” Peter thought he’d carry the battle through. He told his mother of the big break that noon and made her promise to take him through the studio. He didn’t conceal his plans, though. Always Peter was frank and above board. “I’m going to be like Charlie Chaplin when I grow up,” he stated. “I don’t want to be a soldier.” soldier or actor?... Lady Lawford saw a way out. She knew nobody was going to make her seven- year-old son a film star. She knew it was just a tour of the studio. Now was the time to nip this. “Certainly,” she smiled. “We'll make a bargain, Peter. If they don’t want you to be an actor today—then you'll grow up to be a soldier; is that all right? If they do, you can be an actor.” “Yes,” said Peter, “but that’s honor bright?” 5 “Oh, yes, it’s a bargain.” They shook hands on it and everything in front of the chauffeur and the governess. Lady Law- ford practically forgot the whole thing. Next morning Elstree rolled out the red carpet for Peter and Lady Lawford. The order they had was about as if Louis B. Mayer had written a special pass to M-G-M. They saw everything. They visited sets and Lady Lawford was surprised how much her little son seemed to know about it all. But she almost fell over when Peter upped to the studio head and said, “I want you to tell me if I’m an actor or not.” The man looked baffled and Lady Lawford smiled, “Oh, he’s just stage-struck, you know, like all boys.” “Wait a minute,’ broke in Peter. “T’ll show you.” Whereupon, to his own moth- er’s amazement, he danced, sang, rattled = off a few impersonations, and generally U knocked himself out in a one boy im- promptu skit that took her breath away and also made her heart turn chilly. Why, x the boy was serious! He meant what he e @ a a | r S ma rt @] . es said. She thought of her bargain and frowned. “Peter,” she said hastily, “that’s enough. Now we must go. It’s all been @ Invisible heads, rounded-for-safety ends, oe | ae re ik ee pel ees Thank you so much long-lasting, springy action make Gayla *“Wait a minute,” said the manager. “No ‘ ae i —please, Lady Lawford—may I call in Hold-Bob pins America’s favorite brand. someone?” That’s when Lady Lawford really got scared. Monty Banks, a British producer, came in the office then. He looked at handsome Peter, asked him a few questions, watched a few of the secret tricks Pete’s own fam- ily had never seen. : “Why, he’s the very kid for ‘Poor Old Bill,” said Banks. “T'll put him right in the picture, ten pounds a day.” There was the offer. “Excuse me,” said Lady Lawford, in a weak voice. She called General Law- ford at home and told him the astounding turn of events. “Are you insane, my dear?” asked the General. She explained the bargain, the solemn bargain, with witnesses and everything. She was on a spot and Peter was in the clouds. It seemed to mean so much to the boy. Would it really hurt, just as a lark? HOLD-BOB The General laughed. “I suppose not. It really can’t hurt Peter. Let him have the fling.” : So Peter Lawford was a movie actor, i “ie eS i} OOPYRIGHT 1946 98 BAYLORD PRODUCTS. INCORPORATED @ CHICAGO 16. ILt. B fe) B BY P I N S T H AT H fe) t D

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is | as he said he would be, and as happy | as a-prince. Lady Lawford brought him | home that night, a little dazed by it all. They had always had trouble getting Peter to eat, that was the one fly in hi boyhood health ointment. But that night Master Peter ate like a young horse. Monty Banks said right away that Peter Lawford was a natural if he ever saw one. He waltzed through his scenes in “Poor Old Bill” like a veteran. Nothing around the studio set seemed strange to him. It was as if he had been doing that sort of thing all his young life. He knew all the expressions, the movie-making argot. He wasn’t camera shy or self-conscious. He ate it up. After “Old Bill” he went into another picture, “Bill’s War Debts.” It was the same story. He was obviously cut out to be a child actor, but the thought of his keeping it up was still not acceptable to the Lawfords, or to their relatives, who saw Peter’s picture “in the papers’ and shuddered with shame. : \ But studios and acting were all Peter : BESS | could think of from the time he donned his first wardrobe and makeup. When ARE YOU ce A Z | he was working he was happy and healthy REALLY SURE : ~~ a | | = a ae wipes he he wasn’t, all eee eS \ of maladies and nervous upsets gange OF YOUR - Jes S up on him. Sir Sidney and Lady Law- PRESENT _y We PUT FRESH H ford faced a baffling dilemma. Obviously, << St THE NEW CREAM {| it was beneficial for their boy to act if he DEODORANT? & . \ DEODORANT wanted to. It improved his disposition TEST IT UNDER oN \ ww one hundred percent. But obviously, also, : \ . UNDER THIS ARM. this sort of thing couldn’t go on forever. THIS ARM. ~ < SEE WHICH STOPS The best answer seemed to be—fly away . cS from ee studios spree Aaa it was : PERSPIRATION — their favorite spot, the south of France. : . AC : They went to Monte Carlo and took an = Ce coe Y . PREVENTS ODOR apartment in the big marble villa oppo- site the Hotel Metropole. Right down the street was the famous International Sporting Club. That made it just about the most unpromising place the Lawfords could have picked to get their son Peter's theatrical notions out of his young head. Because, at that casino, with an American 3 BETTER. troupe of the “Follies,’ was a New York dancer, loaded with talent and charm. His name was Carl Randall, and today he’s a well-known Broadway dance director. At that time, Carl was Mister Glamor him- self to young Peter Lawford. Tall, hand- some, and able to dance like nobody’s busi- ness, Carl was full of tales about the thrills and triumphs of show business in America. me, foo... Every afternoon there was a tea and | floor show at the International. Sir Sid- | ney and Lady Lawford usually showed up | Jater for dinner and a turn at the tables, but to Peter the highlight of the day was | the tea-show in the afternoon. But it | cost two dollars just to get in and sit down | without a cup or a cake. That irked Peter; it meant he couldn’t go every day. Enter- tainers, however, people like Carl and Fanette were issued special passes, allow- j | ing them a cut rate on everything they : ordered and free admission. Peter didn’t : see why he shouldn’t qualify. One day he walked up to the office of é the Sporting Club and demanded his rights. “I’d like a special artist’s pass to the Club,” said Pete airily. ~ They looked him over. He was all of a aes old. “We don’t issue passes to Make the famous Fresh test. See why e€ boys. ij Peter drew himself up to his last quarter DOE awe Swe ceene to Fresh inch. “I am an artist,” he stated imperi- than to any other deodorant. ously. “I am an actor in British films. I demand the courtesies of the profession.” pie mmatiaeenient pes baffled. Pete drew completely. Fresh contains the most ou’ i ° . Se eed Se Poa nee me effective: perspiration-stopping Peter was happiest when he was playing ingredient known to science. actor and basking in the glamorous per- por iies of Earl Randalls and his theatrical Fresh stays smooth...never sticky or friends. But he a raft of other normal. i ae t ‘in the jar. : eed oa gue 102) gritty...doesn't dry out the jar ee tt Fresh stops perspiration worries ~ Shiau Grose SIOES PERSFIRATION

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PEACH CHARLOTTE RUSSE 1 envelope plain unflavored gelatine ¥Y cup cold peach juice | 146 cups mashed peaches 2 tablespoons lemon juice 2 tablespoons sugar 1 cup light corn syrup. ¥Y% teaspoon salt 1 cup light cream stale ‘cake slices Mash 134 to 2 cups peeled, sliced, thor- oughly ripe peaches—enough to allow 1% cups mashed peaches and %4 cup juice. (If there isn’t enough juice, add a little water to make %4 cup.) Soften gelatine in cold peach juice and dissolve over hot water, stirring thoroughly. Combine peach- es, lemon juice, sugar, corn syrup and salt. Add dissolved gelatine. Cool. Add cream. Arrange pieces of stale cake in sherbet glasses. Fill with dessert. Chill until -firm. Serves 6. BANANA SPLIT SALAD 3 bananas 1 pint berries or lemon juice sweet cherries 3 peaches real mayonnaise chopped nuts Peel and halve bananas lengthwise. Dip in lemon juice. Peel and halve peaches; remove pits. Dip in lemon juice. Arrange banana half lengthwise on lettuce. Place peach half in center. Heap berries or sweet cherries on either side. Top peach half with real mayonnaise. Sprinkle with nut meats. Serves 6. BLUEBERRY TARTS 2 cups blueberries 1 glass currant or other tart jelly 6 baked tart shells Wash blueberries, drain and chill. To make tart shells, prepare a flaky pastry. Roll thin, cut out with 3 or 4-inch cookie cutter. Line 6 tart shell pans or muffin tins. Prick well to prevent puffing, then bake. Divide ber- : Atay se 5 % . ries among cooled tart shells, Soften jelly A married woman’s life can’t always be ‘a bowl of cherries. | over hot water and pour over berries. Chill. 7 Dye g : ; ee eee ull pier the berries! Top But it needn’t be just a tub of dirty clothes. | with whipped cream or vanilla ice cream and serve. Serves 6. The up-to-date housekeeper tries to find a happy medium | SWEET CHERRY UPSIDE DOWN between work and play. And on washday, her happy if CAKE medium is apt to be Fels-Naptha Soap. i | 2 itted sweet cherri | I ae ieee ee To the safe and thorough cleansing assured by good, | om man peek mild soap, Fels-Naptha adds the faster, dirt-loosening % cup sugar action of gentle naptha. This labor-saving 1 egg, well beaten ‘ 5 ‘ lone | _1 teaspoon vanilla ‘ team can bring relief from the long, tiring / | 1% cups sifted emergency flour 21% teaspoons baking powder ¥% teaspoon salt hours of ordinary washdays. 34 cup milk : Why don’t you do your wash the i Melt butter or margarine in 8x8x2 inch i ui rt Fels-Naptha way? tH pan. Blend in sugar. Spread pitted cherries castche cke © ee ye i pee this evenly. Top with batter made as Remember —all work and no ie ollows: Cream shortening, add sugar : i gradually and cream together until light play makes J ill a dull | and fluffy. Add egg and vanilla and blend. companion too. Sift flour once, measure. Add baking pow- ‘ ees der and salt and sift again. Add flour, al- WS » ternately with milk, a small amount at a b time, beating. after each addition until smooth. Pour over cherries and bake in a Fol - | moderate oven (350° F.) about 30 minutes & re | Gi od _ or until done. Loosen cake from sides of : | pan with spatula. Serve upside down with | cherries on top. BAN/SHES ‘TATTLE-TALE GRAY ©

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The first romance, if you could call it that, of his life, centered around a yellow seaplane, more than the yellow haired girl whose papa owned it. Girls never swam into the head of Peter until later on, really. Monique was just a pal. Her mother was a friend of Lady Lawford’s from Paris, and Peter met her in Cannes. She was petite and blond, femininely French and his exact age. Her father was the head of Air-France. He was forever flying off to the ends of the earth in his yellow sea- plane, but when it was harbored at Monte Carlo, Pete and Monique would climb all over it. They never went up in the yellow seaplane, but the dream made Peter’s head dizzy. He’ll never forget the tragic way that dream ended. Monique’s papa was flying from Saigon, Indo-China, to Monte Carlo, and knowing Peter’s love for stamps, he posted a letter in the Air-France plane he flew in. With the rest of the mail, it was sealed in an asbestos box. The letter arrived but Moni- que’s father didn’t. The plane crashed and burned and all that was saved was the asbestos mailbox with Feter Lawford’s letter. Peter was upset for weeks at the tragedy. He loved Monique, in his boyish camaraderie way, and for days he was seriously upset and sick at her family tragedy. They still correspond, although by now Monique is married. The sensitive makeup of Peter Law- ford—natural to so many born actors— was making itself known more and more as he grew into adolescence. He was rugged — enough physically, and seldom sick with the ordinary garden variety of kid’s ill- nesses. But any emotional blow set his delicate nervous makeup all a-jingle. These attacks were to seize him all his young life until he grew up and found release from his charged up emotions in acting. But not all of Peter’s nerve-wracking experiences were trivial, however. Once, on the Portuguese island of Madeira, where the Lawfords had taken a house, he slept in a large boudoir suite adjoining Lady Lawford’s. In the middle of one night he stalked into his mother’s room, his eyes staring and his pajamas wringing with perspiration. the ghost walks... “Someone keeps looking at me,” ex- plained Peter. “I’m afraid to go back to sleep.” “Nonsense,” his mother told him. just a dream.” But Peter knew better. He wouldn’t go back in the room where the vision had scared him. He slept the rest of the night on the chaise-longue in his mother’s room. Next morning his father read him a les- son. “You must never show fear,” he admonished. “You can be scared—every- one is. I was for five years in the war, but I never let myself show it. That’s the rule. Now go back to your room tonight and go to sleep.” But, rules or no rules, Peter wanted no part of that spooky room. Lady Lawford said she’d prove to him that it was all his imagination. That night she moved into the room. At midnight she too awoke, scared witless, soaking with perspiration. 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The General thought things had gone far enough. He’d test out the bedroom himself and prove it. Later that night he, too, woke up in the same condition. “By Jove,” he growled shakily, “some blighter keeps staring at me, too!” It was several days after that that Sir Sidney and Lady Lawford had tea with the bishop. “How do you like your house?” he enquired. He noticed the strange looks that spread over their faces. “Has any- thing happened?” he asked. “Anything unusual?” They told him rather shame- facedly, of their childish boogies. He nodded. “I thought so,” said the bishop. “There were two murders and a suicide in that bedroom.” The place was indeed haunted—and you'll never convince Peter Lawford or his parents that it wasn’t. a boy's best pal... Peter Lawford’s dog, Spotty, who romps around the Lawford’s little Westwood bungalow today, is very active evidence of this extreme sensitivity Peter Lawford packed when he was a boy. Peter left an ideal holiday in Nassau to save Spotty. He’d cooled off too quickly one day after a tennis match with Carl Randall, and coming into the damp night air Peter got the flu. It laid him up six weeks in bed at Monte Carlo, ruined his appetite and left him in a sadly shaken condition, with no interest in anything much. As ever, Peter’s welfare came first with the Law- fords. When he said what he’d like to do most of all was swim in warm water, they sailed right off to the Bahamas. There Peter lolled in the warm, blue waves weeks on end with no tutor to plague him, building up his strength again—until Spotty got in a jam. The dog was a wild one, descendant of the pups the buccaneering pirates brought to the West Indies. Peter was riding at the army post one day when they brought “Spotty” in roped up in a net. His fate was sealed. “Shoot him,” said the sergeant. “That’s the law.” Peter couldn’t bear the thought of that. The dog was bright, frisky and beautiful. The impending execution horrified Peter. He stepped in and got the promise of a stay of execution; then he took his troubles to his father, the General. They called the governor. Nothing he could do. The law in the British Empire, is the law—it plays no favorites—and the Nassau law said all wild dogs found must be executed. There was only one loophole. If Peter took Spotty off the island of Nassau, he could live. That week the Lawfords packed up and sailed to Monte Carlo—to save Spotty’s life. Incidentally, they’ve never regretted it. He’s still the family’s darling. The Lawfords were always more than ready to go to the ends of the earth if they thought it was good for their son. Espe- cially since the eternal question, “When can I go back to Elstree?” haunted them like the Madeira ghost. They still couldn’t face the family frown on acting. So when the pressure became a little heavy for a trip to Elstree, Sir Sidney and Lady Lawford had to think fast and come up with some tantalizing ideas. Their ears were always cocked to catch a hint from Peter of some love that could out- dazzle the lure of Elstree. One time, when he was ill for some weeks at Monte Carlo, Peter waded into a bunch of books on the South Sea Islands. He got pretty worked up about that worldly paradise, as many a young man before him has. So when he raved, “Wouldn’t it be wonderful to sail the South Seas and swim and fish and pick fruit off the trees?” his parents snapped at the idea. What better way to make him forget this absurd movie career than a trip around the > wast 0 the month helps world? He was twelve when they sailed from Marseilles on an old French freighter, DOUBLE-SEAL envelopes with “Scotch” Brand Tape, too. a A STRIP of “Scotch” Tape’s just the thing to bind bank statements to cancelled checks. Better get a roll of “Scotch” Tape right away. You'll find scads of mending and holding chores for it to do around the house. Your favorite dealer may have it now in the gay new plaid dispenser — 25¢ complete. “SCOTCH” TAPE’S a swell money-mender for torn money or damaged checks. FOR CANNY . HOME MANAGERS When mailing coins, stick "em to your letter with “Scotch” Cellulose Tape. They will never bounce around inside the envelope and maybe drop out! IMPORTANT For your protection, insist on “SCOTCH” Brand transparent tape. Always look for the name “SCOTCH” and the Scotch plaid design. © 1946 3m CO. SCOTCH “ TAPE BRAND “SCOTCH” is the registered trade-mark for the more than 100 varieties of adhesive tapes made in U.S.A. by Minnesova Minine & Merc. Co. Saint Paul 6, Minn. Ess THE BM) COMPANYS Also makers of "3M" Brand abrasives, adhesives, and a wide variety o f other products for home and industry

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The wallowing steamer’s refrigeration broke down and the fresh food spoiled. They lived on potatoes and rice. It was a long voyage and there was practically nothing to do so he décided to write about his travels. He started the book on the long trip between the Panama Canal and Tahiti, and before he was back in England he had got together 30,000 words. It’s still kicking around in his gear some- where. Peter had stacked the scratched and tattered sheets of his daily jottings in Lady Lawford’s hat box. Her maid ran across Lady Lawford if she should toss it out. “By all means,” said her Ladyship. “It’s just some rubbish Peter scribbled on the boat.” But Pete was within earshot and he rushed in wildly. “Don’t you dare,” said he, “that’s my book.” He still loves to | pore over it and remember the highlights | of the voyage. For instance, the surprise in Tahiti. Pete was out in a sarong, diving with the pearl hunters and spearing colored fish the first day there. Already his natural tan started coming out. His white teeth flashed happily. | “This is a perfect idea,” Lady Lawford whispered to her husband. “With all this Peter will forget all about films.” Well—the next morning she looked out | of her bungalow window. Right there on the beach was—believe it or not—a camera and crew, lights, reflectors, microphones —a complete moving picture company, straight from Hollywood, taking South Seas shots for a movie. And right in the middle of the whole shebang, hustling happily here and there and not missing a trick was the boy they’d lured thousands of miles away to the remote spot just to get it out of his mind—Son Peter! At long last, the Lawfords took the Blue | Train up from Marseille, crossed the chan- nel and were home in the Mayfair apart- ment at last. Peter had been gone months, travelled thousands of miles, seen wonder- | ful new sights, been diverted by dozens of sports and. pleasures to take his mind off his boyish crush on movie making—or at least so Sir Sidney and Lady Lawford con- fidently thought. The round the world trip hadn’t been so cheap, but they knew it was worth it. The blow fell the minute they stepped in the flat. Peter ran to open a window to let out the musty air. He gazed over London’s rooftops. “It’s great to be home,” he cried. “Now when do I go back to work at a studio?” that old acting bug... But London lost its charms quickly for Peter Lawford. The sky turned black the first day he went out to Elstree. A new law had been passed. No child under fourteen could act in films. There was a fine of a hundred pounds. “Well, Pierrot,” said Lady Lawford (she always called him Pierrot) “I think that settles it.’ But it didn’t—not with Peter. He had an- other idea in the back of his head. In France, they didn’t have a silly law like that, they were making lots of pictures in France, and he spoke French like a native. He didn’t tell his parents what was on his mind. But he began hinting about how he missed France. The Lawfords went to Paris : and then to Aix-les-Bains in their favorite s | region, the south of France. They didn’t know tragedy was lying in wait for them there, a tragedy which was to dictate their every move for years afterwards, and ' < _ ge es

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oddly enough, guide Peter Lawford to the city he had dreamed about—Hollywood. They rented a villa on the grounds of a large hotel at Aix. It had a garden with huge magnolia trees, and at one end the ground sloped off abruptly to make a won- derful slide. As usual, Peter met his cos- mopolitan cronies, the Italian, German, Norwegian, Pan-European set of young- sters. Particularly, they liked to climb up in the big magnolia trees, drop off and roll down the slope, playing toboggan. One day, Peter was host to the mob and Lady Lawford had ordered refreshments in their sitting room, just inside some high French doors which opened from the gar- den where Peter and the kids were jump- ing and rolling. She left the door open, as it usually was, and strolled oft to town to shop. Pete was always slamming in and out of the house. He’d run in for this and that, full tilt, giving the tall glass door a push with his hand. He didn’t know © that the hotel maid had come through the villa in his mother’s absence and, seeing the open door, had closed and latched it. tragedy at tea time... After he’d made his umpteenth jump from the magnolia, Pete felt hungry and remembered the spread. ; He raced for the sitting room yelling, “Come on, tea is ready!” He hit the door at top speed, giving it the customary flip that would swing it back and—‘“Crash!” The locked door held. Only the glass gave way before Peter’s outstretched right arm. It was so quick, he barely felt the. pain as the jagged glass slashed through his arm, from wrist to shoulder. But from his numbed arm, blood spurted in a pulsing fountain. An artery had been severed and exposed. His neat white jumper suit turned scarlet in a second. The kids, awed at first by the accident, turned scared and ran away. Luckily, Peter remembered advice his father had given him: “If you cut yourself on your arm or leg, double it up and squeeze it to your body. Then find help.” Peter clamped his wounded arm and ran fifty yards to the hotel. The clerk put him on a mat in the lounge and called the only doctor near, a ninety-year-old retired physician. He made a tourniquet from a tea towel and shut off the blood which was fast draining away. They called an ambulance, and Sid Sidney at the Casino. Their eyes were big with fright. They were lifting Peter into the ambulance as his mother arrived. His clothes were crim- son, his body was blue. He had almost bled to death. ; Lady Lawford arrived as Peter’s play- mates ran away. “What's the matter, children?” she called. “Why aren’t you still playing?” i “Peter cut his right arm off,” one sobbed. “So we left!” At the hospital he fainted on the operat- ing table. “I don’t know whether I can save him or not,” said the surgeon, feeling Peter’s fluttering pulse. They operated again and again while Sir Sidney and Lady Lawford held their breaths in anx- ious terror. Peter was still unconscious. Finally, the surgeon took them aside. “His only chance,” he said, “is to ampu- tate the arm at the shoulder. And I’m not sure of that. He’s very weak.” Lady Lawford knew what her answer to that would be: “No.” “T think Peter would rather die,” she explained. “But that’s for him to decide. Tll never order such a thing while he’s unconscious.” The General had the same conviction. They waited until Peter’s eyes fluttered again. Then they told him what the doctor wanted to do. “Don’t Jet them,’ whispered Peter weakly. Stops Perspixation Troubles, Faster THAN YOU SLIP INTO YOUR SWIM SUIT Get in the swim! Get next to this new post-war, super-fast deodorant. Ask for new ODORONO Cream Deodorant ... stops perspitation faster than you slip into your swim suit. Because it contains science’s most effective perspiration stopper. Works wonders when you work or play hardest. Keally protects up to 3 days. Will not irritate your skin ... or harm fine fabrics ... or turn gritty in the jar. Change to new super-fast ODORONO Cream Deodorant— super-modern, super-efficient, super-safe. ODO-RO-1DO CREAM DEODORANT = 39¢ Also 59¢ and |0¢ Plus Federal Tax ODORONO ICE is back from the wars... 39¢ 105

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“It’s up to you, Pierrot,” she said. “No—never, never.” The doctor shrugged. He would do what he could. It was out of his hands, really. It was Peter’s idea to pray. He belonged really to a lot of religions. His own, Church of England, and to every religion he’d run up against whether his friends’ or his tutors’. All of them taught, “ask and ye shall receive.” Well, now he would ask. He told Lady Lawford he’d like all his faiths to pray for him. She called his guardian, of the Jewish faith, in London, his aunt, a Roman Catholic, a friend who was a Christian Scientist—a half a dozen more—and expressed Peter’s wish. They | prayed. Peter lived. But for years his arm was to be as stiff as a board and the fingers of his right hand curled up, unbending, to his palm. It was to hand him a shattering complex at the time of his life when physical perfection was all that mattered. It was to present a challenge, not only to bring his right hand back to life, but to bring his courage top- side again, to learn to use his left expertly, to fight back to self confidence. The battle would be long and agonizing, but it would be won and what would help it to be won was—of all things, a part in a picture in a place Peter had never been—Hollywood. The French specialist they consulted weeks later said Peter was still in danger. His artery was permanently sealed off, but the veins would reach out to join in time. The nerves were severed, too. but they would grow slowly back together. There might be a paralyzing neurosis. Be- sides, the boy was dangerously weak from loss of blood. His circulation in the arm was poor. All this pointed to only one course of action—a warm, benign climate. | There was no such. climate in Europe. “There are two climates in the world that are perfect,” said the doctor—“and both are in America. Florida and California.” There was no question about what to do. Peter’s welfare came first. Sir Sidney made reservations on the Rex for New | York. They had hotel reservations in Palm Beach, Florida. They had no idea when they sailed that Peter would become prac- tically an American boy, that they would wait years before they saw either England or their favorite Monte Carlo again. That was in 1937. Peter was 13 years old. His right hand was rigid; the fingers had to be | pried open each time his hand was washed. | He was laboriously trying to learn to write and play with his left. He was self-con- scious. The only pal he felt at ease with | was his dog, Spotty, who shared his cabin on the way across. Lady Lawford noted Peter’s apathy about the trip. In New York they asked him, “Is there another place you’d rather go, Peter? Maybe California instead of Florida? The doctor says that would be warm enough.” westward ho! ... His eyes lighted up. “California,” re- | peated Peter, showing the first enthusiasm since he had left the hospital. “Yes, that | would be wonderful. Let’s go there.” | Peter Lawford’s first home in Hollywood : -was the Coronet Apartments on Sunset Boulevard, out near the Strip, the movie colony’s glamor street. He had his eye | MILES NERVINE The hurry, worry, noise, confusion and ex- citement of modern living, put an extra strain on the nervous system. When nervous- ness makes you Jittery, Cranky, Wakeful, try Miles Nervine set on the Sunset Towers, but they wouldn’t take Spotty. It didn’t take Sir Sidney and Lady Law- ford long to realize that Hollywood, Cali- fornia, was the film capital of the world. The first day they walked out on the sidewalk, a cist almost had a wa He “ag Miles Nervine is made in liquid or effer- Clark Ga le. It was more thrilling than vescent tablet form, both equally effective. when he’d seen the King of England. Baume) aiycl-agse Get it at your drug store. Caution; read di- TAKES A GLASS OF His excitement reached fever pitch when aed seay-\P]aafakiaq) rections and use only as directed. Efferves- MILES NERVINE, an alert woman agent, Ruth Collienewie CAN'T Sit STILL. cent tablets 35e and 75¢e, liquid 25e and $1. FINDS CALM AND had English film connections, hear 0. fie Peter’s arrival in Hollywood and sur- A MINUTE. | MILES LABORATORIES, INC., Elkhart, Ind. COMFORT IN IT. || prised ithem one, dag. Bee ee 106

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“at the Coronet. She chatted a bit and | then popped the question. | “They’re casting a British locale picture at M-G-M, with Freddie Bartholomew and | Mickey Rooney,” she said, “and there’s a _part for a young English boy. Would | Peter be interested?” Lady Lawford shook her head stren- /uously. “Oh, no,” she said. “We’re here for Peter’s health. He isn’t at_all well. Work is out of the question.” But Peter had heard. He bounced into the room charged with new energy. “Oh, Mother,” he cried. “Do let me. Please. Why, that would make my hand come loose. I know it would.” But Lady Lawford was firm. “I'll call again,” said Ruth Collier. | please, please... From then on, at breakfast, lunch, tea, _and dinner, and in between too, about all ‘the Lawfords heard was the same plea from Peter. “Please, if I could only play in a picture my arm would be well. I | know it would!” Pete was working him- self into quite a tizzy about it and they feared another nervous upset. The doctor | came. Peter’s words tumbled all over each other as he told about the picture part and how he wanted to do it. The physician took Lady Lawford aside. “You know,” he said, “there’s a lot more to medicine than we can find in test tubes and on operating tables. There’s a lot to do with psychology. Peter believes this about the studio job and his arm. Why not let him try? It can’t do any harm— and we might be surprised.” So when Ruth Collier called again, Peter ' could tell her happily he had everyone’s permission to try for the part. They went to M-G-M to interview Fred Dating, the casting director, and Sam Wood, who was directing “Lord Jeff.” Peter had barely stepped on the lot before something hap- pened that was an ominous prophecy of disaster to come. The interview was set for Stage 19 where the picture had already started shooting. On the way they walked past the little building M-G-M uses as a schoolroom for its underage actors. Peter | was in short pants. A woman ran out of the building and || seized him. “What is this child doing out of school?” she demanded. “Come in here right away,” she commanded Peter, drag- ging him inside while his own mother gasped. She sat. him down in the class room, with Freddie Bartholomew, Gene Reynolds and the rest of the youngsters poring over their lessons. He had no idea what in the world was going on. Pretty soon he found out. : When they rescued him at last, it was all explained. California law said any minor at a studio had to be at his lessons whenever he wasn’t actually before a camera. Peter was just there for an inter- view but even that didn’t make any dif- ference. All the bewildered protests of Pete and his parents mattered not a whit. He had never been to school in his life. He didn’t intend to start now and it would make small sense anyway., He must have a tutor then, because he’d been signed for “Lord Jeff.” But he had always been tutored in French. 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ayes ro you! to your rE astic- a : . ive design® FI \in i) BETTER UVING O CHEMISTRY cosmetic counters 108 TRIMAL LABORATORIES, LOS ANGELES 36, CALIFORNIA TRIMAL DISTRIBUTING COMPANY, HAMILTON, ONTARIO, CANADA “Lord Jeff” was the highlight of the stay, of course. Pete had known Freddie Bar- tholomew in England. They became pals and Freddie introduced Peter to the first girl crush of his life, Jane Withers. To the young English gentleman, Janie’s breezy American ways, her bounce and charm were irresistible. He fell pretty hard and they went out on dates chape- roned by Jane’s chauffeur and her body- guard. That impressed Peter no end, Jane’s bodyguard, toting a pistol right behind them all the time in real wild west style. And—miracle of miracles—Peter’s belief about his arm worked. The minute he started making “Lord Jeff,’ his cramped hand loosened up. Each day it got better until he could move the fingers himself. “If I never leave here,” Peter exulted, “my arm will be as good as new!” He didn’t get a chance to test out that | belief. Because the Board of Education caught up with him. They called and de- livered an ultimatum. Peter Lawford, be- ing under 18, must go to school. That was the California law. Arguments bounced off the authorities like hail off a roof. He had never been to school. He would fit into no American “grade.” He was unable to write lessons and do school chores be- cause of his crippled hand. He thought in French. He had a far better education already than any American kid his age, but the system was entirely different. He was here on a rest cure on doctor’s orders. But the officials’ ears stayed closed. “He goes to school or there will be a fine—$1000 the first time, and the next offense,” threatened the educators, “is imprisonment for the parents.” A knight of the King being threatened with imprisonment! Sir Sidney Lawford and his lady would stand so much, but that did it. Peter was their son, not the state of California’s. There was still another place in America to go where they weren’t so ironclad in their rules and regulations. “We're leaving for Florida,” said Sir Sidney, and Peter knew he meant what he said. There was no use trying to argue the matter. Peter knew his first try at | Hollywood was ended. He knew it was ended until he was eighteen. He was only fourteen then. ill be back... He knew he would never be content until he ‘was back in this town where his life seemed to pulse as it never had any- where else. Four years seemed like for- | ever. His arm began to hurt. For that Lady Lawford and the General were distressed. But for the setback in Peter’s movie career they couldn’t help being secretly pleased. By the time Peter grew to eighteen he surely would have found himself. But for all the years they had spent with him, all over the world, Peter’s parents still didn’t know their own son—not in that respect. Acting was something he would never give up. Movies were a world he would always dream about. When he was eighteen and emancipated, he would be back. That Pete promised himself. And suddenly his eighteenth birthday loomed as the most important since he had struggled for life that stormy September night back in London. Yes, he would be back—but not even Peter Lawford—to the manor born and raised in luxury’s lap, could imagine the unbelievable style he’d come back in— with no headstart, but broke and hustling his way—just like a hundred other Amer- ican guys with their eyes on the fame and fortune of magic Hollywood. (Peter Lawford’s life story will be con- cluded in the August issue of MopERn SCREEN.)

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RENDEZVOUS WITH LANA * (Continued from page 29) the talking, just as I had hoped. Almost at ence, Miss Turner’s maid answered the phone out in the foyer. The maid stuck her head in and said, “Bob Hope calling from California.” “Bob Hope?” said Miss Turner in a sur- | prised voice—then she got it. “Will you have them hold all calls?” she said. “That’s not Bob Hope. It’s the auto- graph fans downstairs. They use anybody’s name to get you on the phone.” “Have the kids been able to get upstairs here to your room?” I asked. “No,” she said. “They haven’t let them up, which is nice, on account of the baby.” She was referring to her daughter, Cheryl Christina, or Cherry, who’s about three. Earlier, while waiting for her, I'd stood looking out of the high windows, down at the swaying trees in Central Park, wondering whether this beautiful glamor puss would be curt, wisecrackerish, or difficult. “She’s as beautiful close up as she is in the movies,’ was my first thought now. Her glisteny white gold hair was in bangs. She’d dropped eight pounds due to a siege of colds. Now her bouncy 110 pounds were packed compactly into a black jersey dress, loosely tailored, primly high at the neck. She wore gold earrings that turned out to be little hearts. She wore a wide plastic belt with “TANA-LANA-LANA” on it. I sat close enough to catch the scent of her perfume. It was tuberose, her fa- vorite scent. On the table in front of the divan was a bouquet. “From Bobbie Hutton and his manager, Al Melnick,” she said. Bobbie Hutton being Robert Hutton to those who don’t know him so well. “What are your picture plans?” I asked. off with the old... “We're right in the midst of making a pattern for my career,” she said. “We're trying to guide it. “You see,” she continued, her red nails flashing slightly as she gestured, “I feel I have one foot in the dramatic field. If I could put the other foot in—if I could get well established as a dramatic actress— then I could go back once in a while and do the lighter things.” . “Does that mean you're tired of being a glamor girl?” “The glamor girl parts are fine to get started, but they’re just shallow if you have any serious ambitions as a dramatic actress,’ Miss Turner replied. And so, because she wants to be thought of as a dramatic actress, the 25-year-old Lana would like to have people forget she was ever a Sweater Girl or rather THE Sweater Girl. History records that she was wearing a red sweater painted with school emblems the fateful day she was discovered. Since then she has taken a lot of punish- ment because she happens to be magnifi- cently endowed. Miss Turner’s first name used to be Julia. She herself thought of the name Lana—made it up right out of her head. 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__ “Say hello to Slugger for me.” T talked to her what her next movie might be. She’s become selective about scripts, and had turned down three. I asked her how many pictures she'd made. : She had no idea, although she was will- ing to count them. I urged her not to | bother. I just wanted to see if she had | the sort of adding machine mind that some | people have about such things. I was glad she didn’t. It made her more human, to me. But of her early pictures she remem- bers one especially, “Marco Polo.” When it came out, it was advertised as starring “Gary Cooper, Alan Hale, Sig- rid Gurie, and a cast of 5,000.” “T just had this one tiny litile bit,” she said, holding up two fingers to show how | miscroscopic the part was. “I was one of the cast of 5,000.” So time whipped along, and she got famous, and the picture was re-released “starring Gary Cooper and Lana Turner.” As one who had observed Miss Turner considerably around New York, I can say she likes to dance, and presents a nice figure on the dance fioor—hell, she presents a nice figure anyplace. Lana is also called “the wheee girl” by friends. : She is able to emit in a low, throaty voice a “wheee” sound that convulses people. She did this one night in the Stork Club and practically had Dorothy Lamour in hys- teries. On the other hand, she’s interest in symphonies, and goes often to musical events at the Hollywood Bowl. She has spells of reading, when she digests two or three books in a day. Then she may quit reading for a month. After a while, I thought I had better ask about her current romances. A re- porier always saves the dynamite questions till last. If he gets thrown out, he’s already | got the bulk of the interview done. I asked whether there was any possi- | bility of her marrying Charles Jaeger, the radio man, as had been widely reported. “People are so ready to misunderstand a friendship,” she said. “But are you?” I asked. “The papers shouldn’t try to beat me to the gun,” she said. “When I make my plans, they will know in advance. They should know me by now. We have no definite plans. He sees other people. I see other people.” With a light laugh and a bounce on the | divan, she said, “I’m completely free!” “Ti’s not over with him?” “No, I still see him. I see a lot of other people, too!” she added. glamor mom... That was as much as I could extract from her on that subject, and if she’s married to somebody else by the time you read this, don’t blame me. Along about this time, Miss Turner said she’d like to show me her daughter. Little Cheryl Christina | came running bashfully out and hopped | up on her mother’s knees. “Say hello to Mr. Wilson,” Miss Turner said. Cherry was very cautious of what she said to me for publication. She is a sweet child with hair that started out to be | blond but has now got a little darker. My | litile boy, Slugger, is a few months older than Cherry, and Miss Turner and I discussed our respective children while Cherry continued sitting there. It was sort of strange, I imagine, for a great glamor girl to be talking about her child to a Broadway reporter, who in turn | talked about his child, but that was the | way this interview ended. Lana Turner | walked to the doer with me and shook - hands again. Her parting ‘words were: ee AVIS WITH THE FAMOUS MAVIS FRAGRANCE TALCUM POWDER 59¢, 392, 23, 10% V. VIVAUDOU, INC., DISTRS. » NEW YORK \ ... now it's easy to be a nu Ged aven on the hottest days! Wha jsglamour? First and foremost, it is daintindsstAnd now itis so easy, and it costs so little, to¥stay lovably dainty! Here’s how: After each bath, pat yourself all over with Mavis Talc.*: é > how cool, dry, and fresh you feel—how ewaily clothes slip on—how alluring you feel as ye . walk surrounded by that famous Mavis f igs ance!—a fragrance that lasts and lasts! B y <5 ver all of the Mavis glamour aids, now! At all cosmetic counters. for Body Beauty BODY BEAUTY POWDER $1.00 DUSTING POWDER 59¢ (each with BODY POWDER MIT $1.00, also TALC MIT 69¢ —all prices plus tax i 11

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I would like to be an airline hostess someday. What preparation is required, please? G. W., Burlington, Vt. The requirements are kind of stiff, but we've never met a hostess who didn’t feel the job was well worth the effort. You must be a registered nurse, or you must have two years of college back of you plus two years in the business world. Your weight must be between 100 and 125 pounds, and your height between five feet and five feet, six inches. Your personality is ever so important, too (cheerfulness, helpfulness, patience and serenity all being desirable qualities), and—for a round-the- world plane job, you must speak at least one foreign language. Tough, but—like we said—worth it. Is it absolutely terrible to break your engagement? I find myself no longer in love with my fiancé. I still like him very much, and there is no other man in my life, but the old thrilleroo is a thing of the past. We’ve gone together so long, and I can’t bear to hurt him. What would you advise? H. G., Syracuse, N. Y. We wouldn’t advise breaking it right this minute. The fact that you've gone together so long may be the key to the whole difficulty. Just as in marriage the thrill seems often to be gone (when in reality it’s still there, snowed under by grocery bills, diapers and things), so in any long, drawn-out relationship the orig- imal spark diminishes from time to time. Why not give it another chance? Instead of sitting home poring over budgets, go out and kick up your heels the way you used to. Have a gay and giddy time to- gether and see if when you come home yow’re not more in love with your guy than ever. If a few attempts of this kind fail, it’s probable that you really aren’t in love any more, in which case the only possible thing to do is to break your engagement. Do it kindly, leaving him with his pride— and his ring, and next time don’t commit yourself until you’re terribly sure. I am a city gal who’s longing to work on a farm this summer. 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a SUMMER LEG SHOW (Continued from page 64) bulfield’s advice on leg makeup comes | handy. Says Joan, “Nut-brown legs look immer and more satiny than chalk white _ . so just whip on a pair of make-believe ockings.” First shake the bottle well, ‘en pour a small quantity of the creamy uff into the palm of your hand. Starting 1 the foot, advises Joan, apply the make- > upwards (but naturally!) with long, hick strokes, at the same time carefully lending it in. Start the color below the >se line and continue it ‘way past the nee to avoid high-and-low tide marks! mee on, your snag-proof, run-free stockings” will stay with you... the aproved formulas mean that there is no anger of smudging. You can remove the ‘ake-up via the soap and water method |. Joan says it’s easiest if you perch on /ue edge of the tub and let the water rain wn on your legs. As a beauty-plus, remember that leg akeup adroitly conceals discolored veins, nall blemishes and that coarseness of kin which legs sometimes acquire. Hollywood has Perfect Understanding! I now, because the National Association of hiropodists tells me that the average of |;0t aches is lower in Hollywood than else- ‘here. The reason: Bright stars know that ot health brings foot beauty. The pedi- ure is a weekly ritual out around Holly- |rood and the stars are careful to cut toe ails straight across. Rounding or tapering |-equently results in (ouch!) ingrown ails. And need I remind you that for -ell-groomed harmony, your toe nails /nould be polished same as finger nails? |\ceasionally treat those walkers of yours |) a bath all their own. Alternate hot and eld rinses give zip to your walk. A special /p0t soap is magic. If a corn has reared its |asty head, don’t make things worse by | utting it. Might even cause blood poison- ag! Instead, apply a specially medicated ad or lotion after bathing your feet. In | few days, the corn will soften sufficiently |> that it can be easily pressed out with a | lunt instrument such as your orange stick /rrapped in cotton. If it’s a callous that etracts from foot beauty, get rid of it by | ipplying callous pads or lotion. Generally, ‘nis heavy tissue can be peeled away vithin several days. However, if any of our foot ailments persist, it’s wise to hie ourself to a reliable chiropodist. | Legs glamorized with makeup and com- lortable, pretty feet mean that youre ound to do a lot of stepping this summer. nd you can’t get around much at this \ime of year without being exposed to the \un. Treat yourself to a special lotion that lermits only the gentle, tanning rays to each your delicate epidermis. It’s wonder- | al stuff. Or you might try, of all things, 'n_ antiseptic baby oil which is not at all Jabyish in the way it combats stinging (un burn. | Yes. you’re bound to get around quite lot this summer if you take Joan Caul- _eld’s advice about putting on a handsome \leg show.” Begin today to practice her aluable hints on leg art. I promise you'll ve very happy about the results! * 1 * Here’s one more promise for you: Word f honor, I promise that if you are haunted bout problems of complexion, makeup, airdo’s or figure, I'll be glad to rally to our aid. Send your letter, with a stamped, elf-addressed envelope to: Carol Carter, ‘Beauty Editor, Mopern Screen, 149 Madi- lon Ave., New York 16, N, Y. For a hair-do that’s radiant, flattering and altogether lovely—and stays so—start right with a TRELLIS Lanolated Cream Shampoo (soapless, filmless, fast sudsing). It’s so quick and easy . . , just a matter of minutes . . , and your hair falls so naturally into place. You'll get 20 to 40 truly wonderful shampoos out of the economical $1.00 jac. ROYCEMORE TOILETRIES, INC., 180 North Wacker Drive, Chicago 6 With E-Z, it’s a pleasure — to erase unsightly hair! No razor cuts, no stains, no mixing. E-Z is a dainty | “glove— a hair eraser, ever so gentle and safe. For smooth, velvety soft legs day or night, at beach or dance, with or without nylons...6 57% ged a! At all chain store cosmetic counters. HAIR REMOVING beraen saline 6 °/ G {. Oo VY & Distributed by A. Sartorius & Co., Inc., Fifth Ave., N.Y.C. For under- arms, face, and back of neck use E-Z Fii.> ger-tip Glove. 7 fabio

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|definitely be the picture of the year.”. | Jane waited for the next move. “We have a picture here called ‘The Yearling.’ | There’s a wonderful part in it which might \be for you. It’s something like Rainer’s part in “The Good Earth.’” | In her own phrase, Jane continued to sit || with egg on her face. “I’d like you to meet » Sidney Franklin and Clarence Brown,” .| Mr. Thau said. ‘| Franklin came in and he didn’t turn any handsprings. “I thought you were a bru- “| nette.” ; » “Tt am,” said Jane, explaining about -| “Night and Day.” “ “Well—we did want Ma Baxter dark— ‘ and you’d have to work on both pictures ' at the same time, so you couldn’t change.” - Clarence Brown broke in. “I think we’re ' all off the beam. With Peck so dark, the * mother’s got to be blonde. Else where ° would the blonde kid come from?” ' It was a long, long shooting schedule. [ They were about to leave for three weeks’ : ” location at Arrowhead, when suddenly " Ronnie became a civilian. “Just when I’m * going away,” Jane started to wail, then her eyes bugged out. “Hey, you can go.” ’ “You mean I can leave town without “ asking a colonel?” They rented a little house and a speed- ‘ boat. Jane had to work, but not every ‘ minute. The whole thing was so much _ velvet, anyhow. Arrowhead’s only two " hours from Hollywood, but they’d never ' even- been there together before. Ronnie * rented the speedboat on a 24-hour basis. || “Chances are, I won’t want to go out at “3 am. What I’m renting is the feeling " that no matter when I want to go, there’s no one on God’s green earth to stoo me.” | | time to live ... A | ewer cee peed time Ge Se eE summer of freedom, i in love wit ody, but was charmed to. ! | peep tee father pompeny wien the boy Of comfort and ease, ‘ - friend was unavailable. She liked to play e I it the Besoares a ain Daddy the con- For every wise woman i ' ductor an aureen a lady en route to e 44 j 4t +1 | San Francisco to see her father... . Requesting Meds, please! { “What co yar want to see him for?” the | conductor’d ask. “He’s nothing but a piece « of old limburger cheese.” Every day is a “free” day when you use Meds internal | “Not my father.” She’d get very gen- ke see f d ag teel, like Beatrice Lillie. “My father smells protection. You're free from pa S; belts and pins; | | oe hotcakes and syrup in the from odor and chafing; from embarrassing bulges and Warners welcomed Ronnie back with a wrinkles. Free, too, from nagging worry — for Meds’ (o new contract at a higher salary, which ae o net i / | Started the day after he got his discharge. Safety-Well” gives you security plus | | This in spite of the fact that “Stallion e Meds have the famous “SAFETY-WELL” — de- elt : et Hee er wae grey ey signed for your extra protection | | didn’t know when it wo : : © _“You’ve been out a long time,” said © Meds are made of real COTTON —soft and super My pea Warner. “This first picture has to be absorbent for extra comfort 1 right—” ; : ‘1 Meanwhile Ronnie had time—a com- e Meds expand quickly and adapt themselves easily 1 modity he’d come to treasure highly—and to individual needs. | freedom to use it as he pleased. In the ~ army, he says, lots of guys discovered 'l that your chief business in life is to live. & Working’s part of it, sure, but unless your || work buys you leisure for fun too, then i! you’re not alive. Before the war, you'd say: “V’ll do it when there’s time—read ‘) some of those books I keep buying and ‘Oo sticking on the shelf—see some of those / places I keep dreaming about—”’ Then you're in the army, and suddenly you're srt i) not free, and time to do what you want : | ii isn’t just around the corner, but months 2 Meds. “‘SAFETY- . \ + and years away—and not for you or any- : WELL” absorbs | : Gy SP | 0) one else does it last forever— ‘ : ‘| That’s one important thing he brought se SS ica i: back to civilian life—a sharp, immediate pa Ca 4 ’ sense of the value of time. He started Expansion is gentle | reading his books and digging the good Bee: and comfortable. | earth on their hilltop. Built a patio and a ee 1’ wall and a sidewalk. Paved the service |. porch with flagstone. Personally shovelled i!) fifteen tons of dirt behind the wall, so he could plant shrubs there— Note special design of Meds applicators. Firm, smooth, easy to use, completely disposable.

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Z E MO SSE One night he brought out a hunk of wood and a knife. “What’s that?” asked the startled Jane. “Gonna make a model boat.” “What for?” “No reason. Always liked the way they looked. Always wondered if I could.” He whistled as he worked, and the tune was “Sentimental Journey.” Jane got suspi- cious, sneaked over, and found her suspi- cions correct. He was modeling the SS. America, memorable to them because they’d been on her maiden voyage to San Francisco for twenty-four of the sickest hours Jane ever spent. Mike belongs to Maureen. With Mike, the five-year-old becomes oddly mature. “How old are you, honey?” Up go the fat little arms, and her eyes brood over him like a mother’s. She bought him with her pennies. Jane and Ronnie feel strongly about teaching her comparative values. “You can’t give her the kind of childhood we had,” says Ronnie, “when any little present or piece of candy was a big treat. There’s no way of faking that kind of necessity. But neither do you have to hand her the world with a fence around it.” She gets pennies for such chores as pick- ing up her clothes and helping Daddy brush his boots. With these she does her own Christmas shopping at the five-and-dime. Any time she wants something superfluous, Jane says: “Okay—if you’ve got the bargain basement brother... As a rule, she talks her head off, trust- fully giving all her secrets to the world. Mike was the exception. She hadn’t asked for a baby, and certainly nobody offered her one, since at the time no baby was in sight. So what was Jane’s astonishment when, at Saks’ one day, her daughter walked up to a counter, planked down some pennies and said: “I want a baby brother, please—” The salesgirl knew her stuff. “We’re all out of brothers right now, but I’ll let you know as soon as we get some in.” Well, the picture changed before long. “Remember that baby brother you wanted?” Jane asked. “Oh yes. Did they get some in?” “No, but they will pretty soon. Only they might get sisters first. Is that okay with you?” “Oh sure, and then we can change it later for a brother.” i Jane straightened that one out, and Maureen started saving pennies like mad. Only along about the time Mike was due, she got a terrific yen for a scooter. “If you paid for the baby, Mommy, I could buy a scooter—” : ~But the psychology books say: “Make your child feel that the baby belongs to her.” “It won’t be your baby, honey, unless you pay for it.” hes. sure want a scooter pretty ba [Eaeh? When they brought Mike home, she still hadn’t made up her mind, and went in | to see him, clutching her bank to her breast. One look and she threw the bank at Ronnie. “Here, Daddy, take it+who wants a scooter?” The Reagans suspect they’re raising a vaudeville team. Maureen takes to all forms of corn like a natural. If she learns a wheeze from George Burns, she'll spring it on her mother. “Oh Maureen, that’s stupid,” said Jane in annoyance one day. “You think I’m stupid? 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MOREE hae Nees ies La =“ 3 DADDY: (strong on the French ac- cent) Mau-rreen, ’ave you evaire been to Paree in ze spring? MAUREEN: (wan and wistful) Noooo— DADDY: ’Ave you evaire seen ze chest- nut trees bloom in Paree? MAUREEN: Nooooo— DADDY: ’Ave you evaire chewed snails on ze Left Bank of Paree? MAUREEN: NOOooooo— DADDY: But could your daddy make this kind of money in Paree? MAUREEN: Could you, Daddy? DADDY: Not on your life! MAUREEN: Then (a loud razz) to Paree! That’s where Mike goes hysterical, and it’s all Jane can do to hang on to him. Maureen’s taught him to say mommy and looks forward to teaching him grace. This practice of our forefathers has been largely discarded by us moderns, but Mau- reen has reintroduced it in the Reagan household. Saturday nights she spends with Ronnie’s mother, who takes her to Sunday school next day, and Sunday school’s a big thing with Maureen. Jane likes to think she manages Ronnie, Ronnie likes to let her think so. A case in point was their trip to New York last February. It was nothing planned. New York was on the list of things to do, but heaven knew when. Ronnie wasn’t working, but “The Yearling” went on and on like the brook, and was almost as watery. Night after night Jane would come home and wring the tears out of her lashes, having done nothing from nine to six but cry. Then all of a sudden, Clarence Brown said: “We finish tomorrow till retake time—” All the way home, Janey laid her nets. Play it smart, baby. Remember, your guy’s not the impulsive type. Give him a chance to mull it over, and you’re sunk. Take him by storm and maybe you'll nail him down before he can wiggle out of it... She breezed into the house. “Hi, Uncle Ronnie, how’d you like a drink? On ac- count of we’re celebrating. On account of Tp tomorrow and we're going to New ork. “Oh, we can’t do that—” “Give me one good reason, come on just one, see what did I tell you, you can’t think of a single reason—” Before he could slip a word in, she was on the phone for reservations. He didn’t stop her. He even fell in with her plans—in a cool kind of way. “But we’ve never been to New York together, Ronnie. How can you not get excited.” ‘Tl work up to it, honey—” Shortly before they left, he seemed to catch fire. By the time their train pulled out, the blaze was warm enough to satisfy Jane. “Now aren’t you glad I made you come?” “Tickled pink,’ grinned Ronnie, who hadn’t known till almost the last minute whether the studio’d let him go at all. Now they’ve settled down to something like the pre-war routine. Workaday weeks. - Long, lazy Sundays round the pool or fire- place, depending on the weather. Indoors or out, Mike keeps his mother on the jump. Either he’s headed straight for her new- planted pansies or her best china. Friends drop in and stay for supper. Every second Sunday, when the—maids are out, Jane rustles the food. “Aided,” says Ronnie, “by our more talented guests.” When she’s on a picture, Jane hardly ever goes out. If she does, it’s to play gin rummy with Gracie Allen, while George and Ronnie take in the fights. Much more often, however, Ronnie’s busy with the American Veterans Committee, being an active member of its executive Smart girls everywhere are discovering the extra protection of Djer-Kiss Talc! Sprinkle it all over your body. Notice how dry it keeps you... how fresh and dainty! And how fragrant! For it’s perfumed with the world’s most romantic scent—Djer-Kiss! At all cosmetic counters. Talcum 59¢, BE ROMANTIC TONIGHT! 39¢, 23¢, 10¢ 39 BELT 4 “ales Dusting Powder Patter $1.00 zi Dusting , Powder (with puff) $1.00 KERKOFF, LTD., NEW, YORK All prices plus ‘ere PLL LET YOU IN ON SOMETHING! From now on you'll be getting more and more of that grand-tasting, long-lasting Beech-NutGum.

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There are forces at work that don’t want it stopped. It’s up to us to fight them. Up to you, says Ron- nie—not your neighbor or your congress- man or the fellow who’s got more time. You'll never give time to anything more important. He’s fighting through the American Vet- eran’s Society, through speeches to clubs and civic bodies, all dealing with the plot against the peace. He’s fighting with all his heart and strength, and sometimes with a touch of desperation— A year ago he might have said: “I want Mike to live his life ouwt—” Jane might have said: “I don’t want Maureen dying a thousand deaths while she waits for a man to come home from Now it’s gone beyond that. “Now it’s a simple choice,” says Ronnie. “Either you leave your children a world at peace, or no world at all—” The others who say: “We’ve got to have war because we’ve always had war—” Yes, they’re strong and well-organized. ButRon- nie thinks we’re stronger. 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Naturally, the girls couldn’t let the boys get away with all that glamor (2), so they invaded my hat closet and lined up on the stairs. Gail Russell couldn’t make | up her mind as to which hat she liked, so | everyone started chanting, “Hustle your bustle, Russell.” Frank got the watch—and the works— right after that. Liz Scott blindfolded him, while a couple of the boys twisted his | arms, for a gag, to make it look like one of those rough-and-tumble fraternity initi- ations. He kept laughing all through it, so they must have been pretty gentle. ) fruit ap-peel ... : The evening ended with all the Gruen winners competing in an apple peeling contest, the idea being to get the longest continuous peel. Everyone was laughing so hard, it’s a wonder they didn’t all lose. Johnny and Mark ate more apple than they peeled, but the Guy with the shortest peel was Madison. Harry Revel is a numerology fan and before he left, I made him figure out Frank’s fortune, as guest of honor. It came out very optimistically. With that boy’s charm, he’s a cinch to have any and all wishes realized. If I were asked to sum up Frank in one word, I'd say, right off, “Charm.” And you don’t have to be seeing him face-to-face to be charmed. Just listening to him talk is enough. Take the way he got the house he’s living in now—in the midst of the housing shortage. When he first came to Hollywood in the fall of 1943, he and his mother lived at the Knickerbocker Hotel for a couple of months and then they bought a house in Westwood. The following February, after doing one picture, “In The Meantime, Darling,” Frank went into service and his mother went back to Darien, Connecticut, to be with his stepdad, Donald Tarpley, _an architect. Frank decided it was ex- travagant to keep a big house up while he was at Fort Bliss, Texas, so he sold it. By the following November, he’d been given an honorable discharge because of sinus and asthma. Like everybody else, he started on the discouraging rounds of apartment hunting. No luck. Then he heard that Victor Stoloff, a pal of his who’s a director at Columbia Studios, had signed a deal to do a couple of pictures in England. He called Stoloff at nine one morning to ask about sub-leasing his house. “Sure,” Stoloff said, “but I’m supposed to be in England to start the picture next week and I can’t get any transportation over there. So I may not go after all.” “TJ] see what I can do,” Frank said. He remembered reading in the papers a few days before that some of the members of the famed “Flying Tigers” squadron that had fought in China were setting up a private airline in California. “Tell you what,” they said in answer to his phone query. “Some veterans have | started another airline out in the valley. Tell ‘em we told you to call, and maybe you can charter a plane to New York.” He got the other airline on the phone. They had one plane and it was full up. 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Frank called Johnny aside. “Td love to do it,” he said, “but I al- ready have a contract. Maybe you ought to give the part to a newcomer who’s try- ing to break into pictures and who needs this opportunity to be seen by talent scouts.” Johnny thought that was one of the swellest things he’d ever heard! All his life, there’s been an aura of success around Frank, according to Lloyd Bridges, the blond Sgt. Ward of “A Walk inthe Sun,” whoknew Frank “when”—since he was eleven years old and acted for Lloyd in a summer stock company and, later, was one of Lloyd’s drama students at the Cherry Lawn High School in Darien. Summers when Frank was a kid, he, his mother, and his older sister, Trista, would go from Darien to their summer place at Landgrove, Vermont. In nearby Weston was the Weston Playhouse, a sum- mer stock company, which would call on Frank’s mother, Mayo Thatch, who’d been a Broadway actress, to take parts. Frank and Trista would hang around the theater, taking it all in. Trista was the stage- struck one then, and Frank would watch rehearsals, and cue his mother and sister on their lines. After that first summer at Weston, Frank’s mother got Lloyd Bridges the job of drama coach at Cherry Lawn, so he’s had a good chance to know Frank. A lot of theatrical people were living in or around Darien, and their children were appearing in plays at Cherry Lawn, so they attended the shows. Sam Behr- man, the playwright, whose son, David, was a pal of Frank’s, was so impressed with Frank’s acting that he reeommended him to Leah Salisbury, an agent in New York. One Saturday, Frank went down to New York and had a chat with her. His charm must have been working over- time that day because, without even see- ing him act, she agreed to handle him. This was during Frank’s last year in high school. 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When he finished reading and handed the script back to Pemberton, his palms were moist with perspiration. Pemberton didn’t say a word, just sat there meditatively smoking a big cigar. Frank didn’t know whether to go or stay. After what seemed like an eternity, Pemberton said: “Okay. We'll let you know.” The next day Sara Enright phoned him at a friend’s apartment in Greenwich Vil- lage. “You’re in!” she annnounced. The part was practically a walk-on, but he was to understudy the part of Scooper Nolan, Janie’s hometown boyfriend, who had all the laugh lines. That looked like a swell break. But Carl Gose, who played Scooper, was a healthy young man and Frank never got to do the part. On September 10, 1942, 16-year-old Franklin Latimore Kline, Jr., as he was then known, had his first and only Broad- way opening night, in “Janie” at the Henry Miller Theater. Tom Drake, incidentally, had the juvenile lead in it. The next day, Frank’s name was mentioned in the re- views. 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“Well,” she said, “it’s too bad he can’t talk. But he’s very pretty anyway!” He was a whiz kid from the start. Back in Cleveland, Ohio, Ross had his own radio program when he was only eight years old, and before that the local news- papers were doing stories on “The Kid the Neighbors Liked,” as they called him. Be- eause it all began when moppet Marty Fuss started showing off around his block, and instead of wanting to swat him with a skillet, the neighbors actually looked, listened and hollered for more. He was Martin Fuss then. It’s German and you pronounce it “Foose,” like in “Moose.” Just the same, Marty got tagged “Fussy” and “Fuss-Button” around the school yard, just as he got kidded in Holly- wood when he first arrived. They still call him five or six different things around Hollywood, where he draws his check, be- cause when they were digging for a glamor name everybody had a gag suggestion. The wardrobe department came up with “Bruce Fuce” and the makeup gang suggested “Russ Fuss,” and today Ross is still “Bruce” and “Russ” when he walks in those places. Anyway, Marty raised quite a fuss (ex- cuse it, please!) when he started singing around the house in Cleveland. The milk- man and the iceman and the delivery boys ganged up on the back steps and the neighbors hung out the windows, because the kid was good. Ross loved the idea himself, and thus encouraged, he’d climb up on the garage roof and give out with song and orations for clusters of kids until his folks would have to pull him down to supper. These neighborhood one-kid clam- bakes got noised around and when the newspapers wrote him up, all the neighbors told Russ’ mama—“you ought to take that talented boy straight out to Hollywood!” murder, he said... He used to lock himself in his room and act out “Tom Sawyer” and “Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm” all by himself. He’d organize his chums and stage colossal pro- ductions with Ross as star, of course. Even when he played the usual childhood games, he had to get dramatic about it. Once, for instance, Ross remembers he was playing hide-and-seek, when he ducked injudi- ciously into a doghouse. Five outraged mutts bit the pants off him. He limped out and poured a bottle of peroxide on his wounds and of course, it foamed up. “Hydrophobia!” cried Ross. “I’m dying!” So, instead of telling his mama, he called up a funeral parlor and told them to come get him. By the time they had arrived, Ross had written flowery farewells to all his pals and sweeties, relatives and friends, and even willed all his kiddie treasures. He had ready all the plans for the kind of funeral he wanted when the undertaker arrived. Only by then, of course, his folks found out, chased off the morticians, and gave Ross a sound whacking. The radio program sopped up some of the show-off energy young Ross packed. 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He took all the standard courses and played the lead in every play the Eldred Players produced. And when he was only eighteen, Hollywood first made a pass at Ross. That was when he played “Broadway” and New York talent scouts from half a dozen Hollywood studios showed up to scout it. That’s how good a rep those little amateur dramatic goings-on eround Cleveland pack. Paramount came right out with a contract offer to Ross and he teetered dangerously then. But again Papa Fuss said, “Nothing doing. You finish college.” And again Ross is glad he did. Because, besides drama, he took a teaching course, and he’s still got his teacher’s cer- tificate—just in case Hollywood doesn’t like him so well in the future. personality prof... So he got a prof’s job at his old high school, Glenville, teaching English and dramatics, decided to be a sobersides, save his money and wait for the call to colors. It was a peaceful prospect, but those gals again! They sat at their desks and made sheep’s eyes and sighed until Ross tired of repeating questions. They left mash notes on his desk. They called him up at home. Ross doubts if anybody learned much, but he had some fun, in spite of the swooners. He staged a play with the high school faculty called “Love Rides the Rails.” It was no Pulitzer Prizer, but it wowed the kids in Cleveland. Just getting a look at their teachers making clowns of them- selves on the stage was big box office, and Ross collected enough dollars from that to pay for a public address system. That’s one thing about Ross Hunter. No matter where he is or what he’s up to, he manages to get a show production going somewhere. A couple of months after school let out, he got one of those familiar “Greetings” from Uncle Sam. So Private Martin Fuss, U.S.A., got shifted around from here to there in his personnel and intelligence work. 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i that would scare the swooners out of their bobby socks. Was he wrong! He even grew a fuzzy blond mustache and put on massive horn-rimmed cheaters this time to make him feel ancient and forbidding. It didn’t work. It was pretty awful. The brazen swooners mobbed him in the halls and thought up all kinds of scandalous romantic tricks. But what did it was when they got behind a band and paraded up and down in the high school halls with banners emblazoned, “Down with Sinatra—Up with Fuss!” old, cold romeo... The principal called Ross then. “I’d-like to talk with you, Mister Fuss,’ he said. “Uh-ha—you’re a very good teacher, and the Lord knows we need teachers,” sighed that worthy. “But certainly you understand we can’t have this sort of thing going on.” Ross got it. It was a polite way of being canned. He transferred to a boy’s reform school next—and that was a mistake. He had to spend most of his days wrestling the pupils. The kid’s last fight took place at another co-ed school in a factory district and. it was the same old story with the swoons. Class barriers didn’t mean a thing to that Ross Hunter appeal. He finally decided he’d better get into another profession— until he grew old and cold—and that’s how Ross happened to take a crack at Broad- way. As usual, he rigged up a hard way bet. This time his older sister, Fritz, also a teacher, figured out the forfeit. She bet brother Ross $100 that he couldn’t take that amount to New York and make it last until he landed a Broadway job. Well, that was one bet Ross lost. He took the century note and braved the Big City for the first time on a Christmas leave from his hectic prof’s desk. It was a nutty thing to do, but Ross is a little teched at times. Or maybe he was still dramatizing himself, which is more likely. Anyway, he holed up in a tiny room on West 79th Street and stormed Broadway like a hurri- cane. But they took the wind out of the wonder boy all right, all right. Ross never even got inside a producer’s office and pretty soon he was living on orange juice and. hot dogs. He finally got his foot inside Radio City, and when he proved he could be four dif- ferent voices in one show, playing every- thing from a treble-voiced tot to a bass old man, he was in. That brought on Hollywood Bite Number Three—the one that sent Hunter to Movieland at last. He was auditioning for a Cornelia Otis Skinner show when a flock of those New York studio scouts swarmed into the show —not to scout Ross Hunter at all, but a younger radio actress. They forgot her when they saw their old playmate from To- ledo and Cleveland. Columbia, Twentieth Century, Paramount, International and Warner scouties all chorused, “When did you get out of the Army?” So Ross found himself in a scout scramble, but Columbia came up first with a test. Ross turned on the charm in a love scene from “The Eve of St. Mark” and then went back to Cleve- land and his pupils. He had a contract there, too, that needed two weeks notice to drop. No sooner had he put back on his horn-rimmed glasses than the wire came. “Your test a big success. Contract at your price on the way. Report Hollywood two weeks.” So that’s what Ross did, to a chorus of schoolgirl groans. For a long time Ross was called “1035” around Columbia, the production number of “Louisiana Hayride.” That Martin Fuss monicker made the studio big shots wince —so until they decided on “Ross Hunter” they’d just yell at him—“Hey, 1035—you’re in the next shot.” He soon discovered, too, that those vague allusions the Columbia people muttered in New York about play- ing with Rita Hayworth in “Tonight and Every Night” were pipe dreams. But you can’t keep a Personality down. “Louisiana Hayride” may not have advanced the art of the cinema, but clowning with Canova, Ross looked plenty swoony. He got his unique personality over in every B that followed, and maybe you’ve never heard of half of them, but just the same, Ross drags in those 2,000 fan letters every week now and last Christ- mas he bagged 3,000 presents from his admirers. That’s just a sample of the Hunter hex on celluloid. In person, you can double that in spades. When Ross Hunter arrived in Hollywood a little over two years ago, he didn’t know one soul in town. Today his phone rings like a five-alarm fire from dawn to midnight and what he needs most is a social secretary. Like I say, I can’t go to a party anywhere but what I run smack into the big lug, surrounded by pals and their pretties. He’s MODERN SCREEN S "HEARTS AFLAME _ | H ! BB ious, got a friendliness you can’t resist that’s genuine, and it’s not always aimed at Those Who Count—although Ross is a natural politician, too. But I’m thinking of the night not so long ago when he ducked into Ciro’s with Janie Withers on his arm. A couple of girl fans came up for his autograph. “Gee,” said one, “it must be wonderful in Ciro’s.” Well, Ross knew it was just another bar and night club, but he knew what glamor would make it to a girl’s eyes. “Come in with us and have dinner,” he boomed, cracking the grin. That’s Jane’s kind of a trick, too, so they took them both in and although the girls were both so excited they couldn’t eat a bite, they had the time of their lives. Ross is one star I know who is actually nutty about his fans, by the way. He can’t sometimes understand how come they like him, since he’s never been in a big picture, and that makes him twice as grateful. He corralled all his local Hollywood fans on the last picture he made, “Out of the Depths,” herded them on to the set and tossed them a big luncheon at Columbia. He sets aside three hours. every day to wade through his stack of mail and answer them personally. He’s got one of the hottest fan clubs in the country and he sits up nights writing poems for their paper, “Hunter Highlights.” He plays the field in the romance de- partment—he’d have to; the girl who went steady with rambling Ross would wear herself to a frazzle—and right now it’s a circuit between Audrey Totter, Louise Albritton, Diana Lynn, Adele Jergens and pretty Mickey Kies. But Ross has dozens more, and because everybody likes him, Ross has been “married” more times in the gossip columns than any young stag in town. To Jane Withers, to Sally Bliss, to Adele Jergens, to a half-dozen others. Ross still lives in the hotel room where he landed the day he hit Hollywood. It’s at the Plaza Hotel, right smack at Holly- wood and Vine, the heart of Movieland, ard it suits him fine. There’s enough room to store his 150 loud sport shirts and his symphony and boogie classics which keep the neighbors awake. hey-hey burner... But Ross isn’t really at home long enough to get claustrophobia in a hotel cubbyhole. He’s either at his best pal, Andy Russell’s, place or Kurt Kreuger’s, or Sonny Tuft’s or somewhere, playing charades or cooking up a crazy act of some kind. He whirls his girls around all over town hunting his favorite dish, Mexican food, usually ending up at the Spanish Kitchen or on Olvera Street. He’s also a nut on ballet and any kind of a dance act that comes to town is a must with Ross. He’s not a regular night clubber, but when he does take in a Holly- wood spot, Ross gets his money’s worth. He doesn’t smoke and he doesn’t drink— his biggest weaknesses are gooey ice cream sundaes—so he has plenty of high calorie energy to work off. Tennis, sailboating, bowling and the other sporting events he loves can’t use it up. He went into Mocambo one night with Jane Withers, where Emil Coleman had a stunt of playing numbers and handing out champagne to couples who matched them with the proper dance. Up came a baffling rhythm, but Ross grinned confidently and dragged Jane out on the floor. He made it rock with some exotic gyrations and he won his case of champagne. It was one nobody certainly had ever heard of and it’s a cinch you haven't either—a Bohemian czaratska—and let’s hope that’s the way you spell it. Ross knew it because he had a Bohemian pal back in Cleveland. The things that guy can do! Keep your eye on Ross Hunter—he’ll do fine! ee wwe ee ee Siiticth tiiteded auiineneniinaen tekeemndt call anshinteansst

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