Modern Screen 1949-09 Vol. 39, No. 4

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WHY OUR LOVE

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There’s new skin beauty in | your First Cake of Camay)! MRS. JOHN LESLIE GRIFFIN, JR. lovely Camay Bride from Orange, N. J. bridal portrait bY 2 Romance is near when your skin is soft and clear! Yes, Music set the theme for the Griffins’ courtship. They of- ten go to concerts in Boston where Griff’s finishing col- lege. Hazel won that softer, lovelier skin with her very first cake of Camay! and your first cake of Camay can help make your skin softer...lovelier. So give up careless cleansing—go on the Camay Mild-Soap Diet. Doctors tested Camay’s beauty promise on the skins of scores of women. Almost all these women won smoother, softer com- plexions, each using one cake of Camay. Follow direc- tions on the Camay wrapper—and you'll be lovelier, too! Their first dinner guests were two of Griff’s classmates. Everything went smoothly. | Hazel even baked a cherry pie! She’s a good cook. And her recipe for beauty is on the Camay wrapper. | INaY the soap of beautiful women

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"Try the IFANA way_dentists say it works” ee Says junior model Jane Werner — who shows how it can work for your smile Ahoy there! It’s 17-year-old Jane Werner, New York cover girl... The Ipana way, as Jane demonstrates here, is pleasant whose date thinks her sunny smile is the brightest thing on deck! ...and easy as l, 2: That [pana smile helped launch Jane on her mighty promising 1. Between regular visits to your dentist, brush all tooth career, too! surfaces with Ipana Tooth Paste at least twice a day. Top-flight junior models like Jane know the importance of firm, 2. Then massage gums the way your dentist advises—to healthy gums to a sparkling smile. “I follow the Ipana way to stimulate gum circulation. (Ipana’s unique formula healthier gums and brighter teeth,” Jane explains, “because dentists actually helps stimulate your gums. You can feel the say it works!” Try this professionally approved Ipana dental care. invigorating tingle!) See how it can work for you, too... Try this for healthier gums, brighter teeth—an Ipana smile. Ven ay Ipana refreshes mouth and breath, too. Ask your dentist about Ipana and massage. Remember, a good dentifrice, like a good dentist, is never a luxury. Wi YES, 8 OUT OF 10 DENTISTS SAY: it pana dental care pr omotes | Healthier gums, brighter teeth | *€ In thousands of recent reports from dentists all over the country. ea P.S. For correct brushing, use the DOUBLE DUTY Tooth Brush with the twist in the handle. 1000 dentists helped design it!

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| | NOW! eroor that brushing teeth right after eating is the safe, effective way to HELP SOP TOOTH DECAY with Colgate Dental Cream OW dental science offers proof that always using Colgate Dental Cream right after eating helps stop tooth decay before it starts! Continuous research— hundreds of ease histories—makes this the most important news in dental history! X-RAYS SHOW HOW PROPER USE OF COLGATE’S HELPS STOP TOOTH DECAY Eminent dental authorities supervised 2 groups of college men and women for over a year. One group always brushed their teeth with Colgate Dental Cream right after eating. The other followed usual dental care. X-rays were taken at regular intervals. The average of the group using Colgate’s as directed was a startling re- duction in number of cavities—far less tooth decay! The other group developed new cavities at a much higher rate. The Colgate Dental Cream now at your dealer’s is the same formula used in the tests. No claim is made that using Colgate’s can stop all tooth decay, or help cavities already started. But brush- ing teeth right after eating is the safe, proved way to help prevent new cavities, help stop tooth decay with Colgate Dental Cream. Always Use Colgate’s* to Clean Your Breath While You Clean Your Teeth —and HELP STOP TOOTH DECAY! *Right after eating NO CHANGE IN FLAVOR, FOAM, OR CLEANSING ACTION! SEPTEMBER, 1949 modern screen py wuyaaint stories WAS MARGARET O'BRIEN TO BLAME? .. 2000... ccc by Florabel Muir 20 MYSHEAR TS DECELVEDs MiEr i see antennae eee by Doris Day 24 © WHY DAN DAILEY’S MARRIAGE FAILED o.oo... cee by Hedda Hopper 30 AM I CHEATING. MY CHILDREN: oe .i5 cece ieesderceccse cesses by Susan Hayward 32 HOW PHONY CAN YOU GET! (Richard Widmark)).................... by Carl Schroeder 34 JUDY'S ALL RIGHT! (Judy Garland)... eceecce teeter by George Scullin 36 PRIDE OF THE IRISH (Maureen O’Hora)....0........0ccccceeceeeeceeee: by Viola Moore 38 WHY STARS TURN TO PRAYER (Stanwyck, Crosby, Williams)....by Louis Pollock 40 WESTWARD, WHOA! (Roy Rogers).............2.......-- by Reba and Bonnie Churchill 42 TM STILL WILD ABOUT HARRY... ccc ccsccs cece ccersctetstsceeetees by Betty Grable 46 HOLLYWOOD'S ROMANTIC HIDEOUTS (Granger, Powell, Jourdan).................... 48 DON DeLee GB Dee set os cee: cep ace ce ea by Glenn Ford 51 ONE-MAN MARSHALL PLAN (Bill Holden)..0.00.00000.0cc ccc by Ida Zeitlin 52 LET'S NOT TALK ABOUT LOVE (Betsy Drake-Cary Grant)....by Mary McSkimming 54 ARE ODDS AGAINST TEEN-AGE BRIDES? oo... cccccceceeeeeee by Ted Wilson 56 HES eLHE BOSS Golly) snes eee oe eee ee by Marie Lund 63 WIFE IN FAME ONLY (Guy Madison-Gail Russell)...........00.0....0. by Gail Russell 64 features THE INSIDE STORY........ eae fos Mees sea aaah eas eae is eee ela et nw EE Se ROLL oo ge S one a 4 LOUELLA PARSONS’ GOOD NEWS........ SMES ee RR a 6 EDITORIAL: DON'T LET LIES HURT YOU (Temple, Grable, O’Hara)..)................. 29 PICTURE OF THE MONTH: Red, Hot and Blue .........c..ccccccccceccscscceeeteesesesesteeeseeeeeeesees 58 departments MOVIE “REVIEWS S625 pe ee ee YOUR: LETT ERG 322505 55S rs caters aes Se ene eae vn Te NEW PACES i220 25 i eS nate Ee cd aS ee THE SEAN eer eraeeaa s re e FASHION BEAUTY: Point with Pride MUSIC: Sweet? and) Hotere eesceteee terre ee trree eee ALSO SHOWING (Films Previously Reviewed ON THE COVER: Color Portrait of Betty Grable by Nickolas Muray Other picture credits, page 15 110 WADE H. NICHOLS, editor WILLIAM HARTLEY, managing editor TOM CARLILE, western manager WILLIAM JEFFERS, story editor ROMA BURTON, western editor FLORENCE EPSTEIN, associate editor VIOLA MOORE, associate editor FERNANDO TEXIDOR, art director BOB BEERMAN, staff photographer BILL WEINBERGER, art editor BERT PARRY, staff photographer CONSTANCE BARTEL, fashion editor GLORIA LAMPERT, assistant editor MAXINE FIRESTONE, assistant fashion editor BEVERLY OTT, assistant editor CHRISTOPHER KANE, movie reviewer IRENE TURNER, research editor CAROL CARTER, beauty editor NANCY WOOD, food editor ne ea UE Ua yy yy yEEIEEEnnE I nESnEINSININ EERE SSR REEE REE . POSTMASTER: Please send notice on Form 3578 and copies returned under Label] Form 3579 to 261 Fifth Avenue, New York 16, New York Vol. 39, No. 4, September, 1949. Copyright, 1949, the Dell Publishing Co., Inc., 261 Fifth Ave., New York. Published monthly. Printed in U. S. A. Published simultaneously in the Dominion of Canada. International copyright secured under the provisions of the Revised Convention for the Protection of Literary and Artistic Works. Office of publication at Washington and South Aves., Dunellen, N. J. Chicago Advertising office 360 N. Michigan Ave., Chicago 1, Illinois. George T. Delacorte, Jr., President; Helen Meyer, Vice-Presi- dent, Albert P. Delacorte, Vice-President. Single copy price, 15¢ in U. S. and Canada. Subscriptions in U.S. A. and Canada $1.80 a year, $3.50 two years, $5.00 three years; elsewhere $2.80 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. Trademark No. 301778. ae

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If you are not completely convinced that Arrid is in every way the finest cream deodorant you’ve ever used, return the jar with unused portion to Carter Products, Inc,, 53 Park Pl., N.Y.C., for refund of full purchase price. Don’t be half-safe. Be Arrid-safe! Use Arrid to be sure. Get Arrid now at your favorite drug counter—only 39¢ plus tax. ote Inside story Fis WHEN WE HEARD Judy Garland had checked into a Boston Hospital, our ulcers began to have ulcers. We were that worried. We sent for that sterling reporter, George Scullin. “George,” we said, “we know Judy’s seeing no one. But. try and find out how she’s getting along.’’ George handed us an aspirin. “T will talk to Judy herself,” he said. Then he disappeared. Some 48 hours later, he returned. Into our lap he dumped an exclusive story. You'll find Judy’s All Right! on page 36 Now we're feeling better, too! SOMETIMES WE WISH we were more like Glenn Ford. When were tired of looking at the same old color in our living room, for example, we complain to our good wife—and get nowhere. Our boy Ford, on the other hand, empties a bottle of ink on the ceiling. Then his wife Ellie consoles him as follows: “Accidents will happen,” she says, and goes to call the painters. Well, in short, we were just amazed at the things this fellow does—and without telling his little woman. We were sworn, of course, to secrecy. So when you read Don’t Tell My Girl, on page 51—keep it quiet, willya bud? “DON’T BE SO formal,” we said to Reba and Bonnie Churchill. (They were standing at the mantel taking turns at the typewriter.) For our pains we got a very cold stare. For their pains, however, they got a story. When we read that story we understood. You will, too, because Westward, Whoa! (page 42) is about their day with Dale and Roy Rogers . . . about the ranch, the picnic, and the horseback ride. The Churchills loved every minute of the day, they tell us, even if they didn’t think they’d live through it! THERE’S NOTHING COMPLICATED about us. We're sure of that because so many people call us simple. But take a fellow like Richard Widmark. Ze is the only guy we know who’s ever had his personality split by a typewriter. In print he was tagged a menace. But he'd no sooner learned to leer nicely for the reporters than the rumor got round that actually he was exceedingly meek. Under such circumstances, it seemed reasonable to ask the man, “What are you, chum, a louse or a mouse?” He gave us a harried look. “Ask that guy Schroeder,” he said in a tired voice, “he'll tell you.” So Schroeder told us. How Phony Can You Get! is on page 34. EDITOR WADE NICHOLS is in packing his briefcase. He’s moving on to another job. Looking around the office we see everyone sobbing into hand- towels. We try to be sympathetic. ‘Don’t take it so hard,” we cry. But people just look at us happily. “These,” they say, “are tears of joy. Bill Hartley’s the new boss.” This exuberance stems from the fact that Bill Hartley is a genius. Exclusive stories just follow him around. He’s hep! So next month, as Editor-in-chief he’s giving you stories on Jane Powell, Rita Hayworth, John Agar, Jennifer Jones, Farley Granger and many others. Read ’em and you'll see what we mean.

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(lw> M™ Everyone asks me, ‘Why didn’t you ga down to Stromboli and get the truth about Ingrid Bergman while you were covering the Rita Hayworth-Aly Khan wedding in Europe?” Well, not to give you a short answer— Bergman would not see me. It wasn't any- thing personal. She sent a personal message saying she was just not seeing any reporters. I think I know why. I think Ingrid, herself, does not know which turn her heart affairs will take. From someone very close to the situation, I hear she has days of thinking she has been a fool and that Roberto Rossel- lini has used her to exploit himself. Then, because she is really completely in- fatuated with the fiery Italian, she does an about-face and becomes as deliriously in love as a bobby-soxer. Want to know what I think will eventually happen? When the picture is finished Cif ever!) Ingrid will admit that she is planning to marry Rossellini. Friends of her husband, Dr. Peter Lind- strom, say he is practically reconciled to the idea of a divorce—even to the point of pull- ing up stakes in this country and returning to Europe to practice. He was in London when I was there, but he was definitely hiding out. % ye * When Jane Wyman walked into Bebe Dan- iels’ and Ben Lyon's cocktail party for me in London, with a handsome man by her side, I thought, “Good heavens, Lew Ayres has flown over to be with her!” But no such luck for Janie. Her escort was not that unpre- dictable gent, but Clark Hardwicke, the spit and image of Lew. Young Hardwicke, millionaire golf cham- pion, obviously has it bad for Jane—but I think she still has it bad for Lew, and that ain't good. I've known Janie since she first came to Tollywood and when she is in love there's a, J Paulette Goddard, who is going to be divorced from Burgess Meredith, ™ is squired to Desi Arnaz’ opening night at the Mocambo by Clark Gable. Cathy Downs gives Janet Leigh the latest dirt as the girls wait for their escorts to check their hats while attending the Circle Theater.

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Bing Crosby, in the course of his recent visit to the East, seems to be asking another young singer, Morton Downey, what to say next. Who says radio acting is nothing but sound? Bill Zuckert and Dick Wid- mark wax really expressive on an NBC Cavalcade of America program. Alan Ladd gives encouragement as his two-year-old son, David Alan, bravely undergoes a haircut at the Paramount studio barbershop. 4 Dale Evans and Roy Rogers, all decked out in matching white outfits on a recent jaunt to New York, see how the city slickers have fun.

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l The most unfortunate thing about “‘to- bacco mouth” is that it becomes part of you so gradually. The only people it gives a “‘start” to are your friends! Your friends, your neighbors, your dentist—they all recognize “tobacco mouth” at the drop of a smile. But you, you're never quite sure . . . unless, of course, you are a regular user of Lister- ine Tooth Paste. There’s a good reason why you can be sure— It contains Lusterfoam—a special in- eredient that actually foams cleaning and polishing agents over your teeth . into the crevices—removes fresh stain before it gets a chance to “set” . . whisks away that odor-making to- bacco debris! See for yourself how Listerine Tooth Paste with Lusterfoam freshens your mouth and your breath! Get a tube and make sure that wherever you go—you won’t take ‘‘tobaceo mouth” with you! LOUELLA PARSONS’ GOOD Celebrities gave costly items to Loretta Young's St. Anne's Maternity Hospital. charity auction. Loretta, Irene Dunne and Deborah Kerr inspect a figurine given by Delmar Daves. Ray Milland gives the benefit auctioneer the high sign for 20 hats. Ray, who's surrounded by Rosalind Russell, Mrs. Milland NEWS no one more in love. She was literally ‘out of her mind” about Ronnie Reagan and was so jealous of him before their marriage that he could hardly speak to another girl. But she got over Ronnie—and I’m sure she will get over Lew. If she could only learn not to fall so hard, I think she could have more fun. She is so chic these days, easily one of the smartest- looking girls in London or Paris. When Par- isiennes turn to look after another woman, you know she is smartly turned out—and believe me, they turned and took a good look at Janie, everywhere she went. She is studying French like mad and chatters away like a magpie, complete with Gallic gestures and rolling eyes. Very cute. * * * While we're still on the subject of Paris— Maria Montez and Jean Pierre Aumont are more lovey-dovey than ever since their sep- aration and reconciliation. When I saw them lunching at Maxim's they were either trying to convince themselves—or me—how much they cared. Such smooching! Maria has become very Parisian and dresses to the teeth. They told me they were spending their summer vacation on the French Riviera, then Maria is coming back to Hollywood for a movie. Jean Pierre isn't returning until. Spring. He loves his native France and will stay there to write a play. * * * There’s been a lot of publicity that Claire Trevor will wear one of the new French bathing suits in Borderline—but don't let them kid you. She couldn't wear the real thing— our censors wouldn't let her, thank heavens. Honestly, I've never seen such nudity as was exhibited on the beaches at Cannes. The so-called bathing suits amount to nothing and Lee Bowman, helped raise the tremendous sum of $42,000. more than a G-string and a couple of rosettes. What lies between is neither seductive nor alluring. Florenz Ziegfeld, the greatest exponent of feminine allure who ever lived and whose Follies were world-famous, once said: ‘‘There is nothing seductive about complete nudity. Most people do not realize it, but the Follies girls are dressed to. allure—not undressed.” And that's from a man who knew. * * * Around Town: Over the back of a booth at Romanoffs: “Of course I'll talk about Peter Lawford and all this nonsense linking his name with Junie’s,” said Dick Powell, being interviewed about his wife. “I'd rather bring all the whispers out in the open than ignore them.” At La Rue: Glenn Ford holding his hands over his eyes so he couldn't see what his order of caviar and blinis added up to. He just put his wallet down on the table and pushed it toward the waiter. Mocambo: John Hodiak kidding Anne Bax- ter so much about her hat that she took it off and put it under a table. . . . Ava Gardner posing prettily for the photogs but Howard Duff brushing them off. (How come he always seems so surly in public? He's really a nice guy.) Beverly Hills Hotel Lanai Room: Jane Pow- ell and Geary Steffan looking dreamy-eyed as the violinist plays ‘Kiss Me Again” in front of their table. At, the Farmer's Market: Gregory Peck, at the pastry stall, and Dana Andrews, eating a tamale—eyeing each other politely, but not speaking. They had never met until I came along and introduced them. “I’m not sup- posed to eat tamales,” said Dana, “so that's why I sneak down here to do it. Then, I get

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GORDON "RAE DAVID BUTLER AM JACOBS » “hy From a Story by Bert Kalmar & Harry Ruby J \ Screen Play by Phoebe & Henry Ephron : DIRECTED BY WILLIAM J Musical Direction by Ray Heindorf : and Marian Spitzer . . o s Despite record heat-wave world premiere at Radio City Music Hall brought out all New York! aE a a

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wn? 0000 i *Advances against contract royalties SONGWRITER FAME IN CAPITOL RECORDS contest WRITE ORIGINAL WORDS TO NEW MELODIES BY: THESE TOP COMPOSERS JOHNNY MERCER - JIMMY McHUGH co-composer of co-composer of “Blues in the Night’’ ‘I'm in the Mood for Love’’ ISHAM JONES - PAUL WESTON ¢o-composer of co-composer of “It Had fo Be You’” “*l Should Care’’ LIVINGSTON-EVANS » RAY NOBLE composers of Co-composer of “Buttons and Bows’’ “*Goodnight, Sweetheart’’ MERE’s THE MUSIC... You write the Writs! THINK OF IT! YOU ...writing the words to the melodies ‘of internationally famous composers who have made many thousands of dollars with their music. Here’s what you may win: For each winning lyric, you will be offered a regular songwriter contrace (SPA form)—and $1000 cash advance against Contract royalties. (Winning songs will be recorded by famed Capitol artists and sold nationally!) You stand to make many times more than $1000, if the songs become hits. (Remem- ber, it’s possible for you to win more than one prize...even all six!) PLUS the fact that as a co-writer with one of America’s greatest popular composers you'll have made a big step to fame and fortune in a business where the rewards are great. NEVER BEFORE A CONTEST LIKE THIS! Here's your big chance to ‘team up” with Holly- wood's top tunesmiths... become a recognized songwriter. Hear the music... get your official “Songs Without Words’ contest entry blanks today, ac your favorite record store. NO FEE TO PAY! ATTENTION ! This contest—sponsored by CAPITOL, one of America’s largest record producers—should not be confused with the dozens of “school offers’ to make you ‘‘a songwriter overnight:’ Capitol expects to uncover new talent. Remember, it costs you nothing to enter! : SEE YOUR RECORD DEALER TODAY! mG US Pat om RECORDS HOLLYWOOD time at bat. He was called out at first, after- ward hit a home run to thunderous cheers. ccught red-handed.’ He looked on a little enviously as the lanky Peck consumed a chocolate éclair, holding it, goo and all, in his fingers. At the Bantam Cock Bar: Rod Cameron and Marie Windsor having one you-know-what of a battle. She hurled over her shoulder as she flounced out, ‘Just forget you ever knew me.” * x * What a wonderful thing Loretta Young did when she took on the task of raising $30,000 needed by St. Anne’s Maternity Hospital for Unwed Mothers to carry on their great char- ity. Aided by a small but willing committee, Loretta got the idea of putting on an auction and asked her movie friends to contribute things to be sold. The response was beyond her wildest dreams—and, instead of the $30,000 they had hoped they could raise, the actual figure from the three-night auction at the Goldenberg Galleries was nearly $42,000! Merchants and jewelers contributed everything from mink coats and stoles to diamond bracelets—but here are some of the things contributed by the movie stars: Ava Gardner and Howard Duff wait for their: IS ee Eddie Bracken slides home with a gag cake for Hope. Ronald Reagan was borne from the field like a true hero. He thought he'd torn a tendon but later found he had a badly broken leg. Walter Pidgeon: Complete dining room set; sofa, desk. Cary Grant: Two antique mirrors. Claudette Colbert: French chair. Frank Sinatra: Gold pen and pencil set. Barbara Stanwyck: Jeweled cuff links. Howard Hughes: Gold and ruby pin. Van Johnson: Original painting. Joseph Cotten: Original portrait of clown. Ray Milland: Silver demi-tasse spoons. Ann Blyth: Silver candlesticks. Robert Mitchum: Silver cigarette box— matching lighter. Humphrey Bogart: Liquor set—silver and crystal. Jeanne Crain: Compote dishes, candlesticks, ash trays, baby cup, porridge dish—all silver. John Garfield: Pearl-handled rattle. Ann Sothern: Chafing dish. Gary Cooper: Jeweled snuff box. antique china dogs. Clark Gable: Antique carved chest. Bob Hope: Schiaparelli gown. Pair of 2K * # If you are one of the millions of girls with movie ambitions, beware of any man who

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Lana Turner and Bob Topping pose with the prize tunas they caught in the Bahamas. The fish were even bigger than the ones that got away. Grable talented, charming and a very lovely person.” % us 7 Keeping tabs on my personal mail: Glenn Ford is mentioned most often in the letters that came to my desk this month. Peter Law- ford is second (there are pro as well as con comments about Pete), Robert Mitchum (also pro and con), followed by William Holden, Louis Jourdan and Montgomery Clift! I guess the reason Monty slipped from top spot in my mail is because he has been a long time between pictures, But wait until you see him in The Heiress! You'll fall for that boy all over again. Where the girls are concerned, Elizabeth Taylor is way out in front. Following in the order named are June Allyson, Jane Powell, Shirley Temple, Lana Turner (she keeps her fans whether she’s on the screen or not, that gal), Esther Williams, Jane Wyman, Betty Grable and Gail Russell—Gail making the list for the first time. Again, I want to say I like getting your letters whether you are praising or panning. Several times I have had ideas for radio editorials from what you have written me. That's all for now. See you next month. PHOTO CREDITS Below you will find credited page by page the photographs which appear in this issue. 6—T. Bob Beerman, Bot. Bert Parry—7 T. Lt. Stork Club. T. Rt. Wide World. Bot. Lt. NBC, Bot. Rt. Stork Club—8 T. Bob Beerman, Bot. Bert Parry—10 Bert Parry—12 Bob Beerman—14 Acme—15 International News—20 Wide World— 22 Bob Beerman—24 Pat Clark of Warners—29 Modern Screen staffi—30 Bob Beerman—31 Bert Parry—32 Eagle-Lion—33 Wide World—36-37 International News—38-39 Bob Beerman—40 Floyd Hopkins—41 T. Lt., T. Cen. Modern Screen staff—T. Rt. Bud Fraker of Paramount, Bot. Lt., Bot. Rt. Modern Screen staff—Bot. Cen. Bob Beer- man—42-43 Bob Beerman—44-45 Bert Parry— 46 Bob Beerman—47 20th Century-Fox—48-49 Bob Beerman and Bert Parry—50 Bert Parry Exc. bot., Bob Beerman—51 Gus Gale—52-53 Bob Beerman—54-55 20th Century-Fox—56 Univer- sal—57 Lt. Jules Buck, Rt. Modern Screen staff —63 Bert Parry—64 T. Gus Gale, Bot. Don Ornitz —65 Bob Beerman—70-76 Jacques Simpson of Pagano Studios. Abbreviations: Bot., Bottom; Cen., Center; Exc., Except; Lt., Left; Rt., Right; T., Top. (crossy, THAT Is | DISNEY,OF COURSE } team up on The Headless Horseman! presents _ Distributed by RKO Radio Pictures - “THE HEADLESS HORSEMAN” “KATRINA® “ICHABOD CRANE” In one hilarious all-cartoon feature...fwo of the finest stories ever written, are told by . . . three of the world’s greatest storytellers: Walt Disney, Bing Crosby and Basil Rathbone. Hear sing: Walt and Bing bring to rollicking, melo- dious life that famous masterpiece... Washington Irving’s fabulous “Legend of Sleepy Hollow” with awkward Ichabod Crane, curvaceous Katrina and the hair- raising Headless Horseman. Walt and Basil Rathbone tell another tall tale about that rich, reckless, uproarious rake, The Magnificent Mr. Toad, and his frantic friends in a sparkling interpretation of Kenneth Grahame’s “The Wind in the Willows.” 15

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MOVI REVIEWS | hy Citar Kane ANY NUMBER CAN PLAY Cast: Clark Gable, Alexis Smith, Wendell Corey, Audrey Totter i] Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer “A nice honest gambler is better than a little snob,” is the moral of this motion pic- In Any Number Can Play, Clark Gable owns a gambling club. t Cink Ccings fan cemiien Ei He works so hard that wife Alexis Smith sees little of him. pedo 2 Fee ee ee ee huge casino-restaurant, and he’s rich. His wife, Alexis Smith, is sad because he works so hard she never sees him, and his kid, Darryl Hickman, is ashamed because his pop is what his pop is. Doctor tells Clark he has i] a weak heart. Get away from this life, the doctor says. Clark decides he'll give his wife a break. He and she and Darryl will go on a fishing trip. He’s had enough excitement. He'll turn the business over to his trusty friends, Barry Sullivan and Edgar Buchanan. But Darryl doesn’t want to go away with his father, and Alexis won't leave Darryl, and Clark is so dejected he goes back to the club to smoke and drink himself to death. At the club, his brother-in-law-employee, Wen- | dell Corey, is cheating him blind. At home, His son, Darryl Hickman, is ashamed of Pop's profession. eee wie CAudey. Toten es bee Bitter at this, Clark won't retire despite his doctor's orders. BE SEGC NGS BCE SEOe RISES AE 1 a wonderful husband. And Alexis is miser- able, as I said in the first place, because she never sees Clark. Sometimes she wishes they were poor and hungry again. So everybody's in trouble. But when two crooks try to hold Clark up, and Clark’s kid comes along in time to see how many friends his pa has, things take a turn for the better. Kid’s almost proud his old man’s a gambler, after Clark explains it to him. “Everybody gambles. Who am I to try and reform the world?’’ Some- thing like that. This isn't exactly first-class stuff, though there are a few nice character bits. Marjorie Rambeau has one as a rich old lady, and Lewis Stone has one as a poor old man. Stone seemed to me to have shrunk— he’s smaller than I remember him—but may- be that’s because he always played next to Mickey Rooney. The drama, which includes a sub-plot concerning an old flame of Clark's, reaches a tense climax when the casino is held up. 16

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In The Good Old Summertime: Judy Garland and Van Johnson are music-store clerks—and mortal enemies. But, naturally, they're in love. IN THE GOOD OLD SUMMERTIME Cast: Van Johnson, Judy Garland, S. Z. Sakall, Spring Byington Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer } Most of this picture takes place with snow on the ground, but the title song serves to place the period for you. Men are wearing skimmers, and ladies carrying parasols, when Judy Garland comes looking for a job (or rather, a position) in a certain music store. Head clerk Van Johnson says the store has | enough help. The store’s owner, S. Z. Sakall, who's just had a fight with Johnson (John- son doesn't think they should have bought a hundred pint-sized harps because there aren't that many harpists—or midgets either) hires Judy just to spite Van. (Sakall’s movie name is Okeldunker or Ovalstinger or Oberkuchen— I don’t remember exactly—and he plays horrendous music on a Stradivarius, and he’s in love with his cashier, Spring Byington.) Judy succeeds in selling one of the small harps. This leaves 99 to go. It also leaves her and Van mortal enemies, for obvious reasons. Van and Judy are in love with two unknown correspondents (they write to post office box numbers, so they don’t know their true loves’ names) and they keep bringing these un- known correspondents into their daily con- versation. “You're so rude,” Judy will ob- serve. ‘Why, I know a man who has thoughts like—” And then she quotes ‘poetry. You don’t have to be Einstein to guess that Judy and Van have been writing to each other, and that everything will turn out jake. You do have to be a little clever to remember from one picture io another what a sensational performer Judy Garland is. There’s a cur- rent between her and her audience which is more often found on the stage than in the movies. She can electrify me every time. Cast: Edward G. Robinson, Susan Hayward, Richard Conte, Luther Adler 20th Century- Fox House of Strangers may not be an INeadorny Award contender, but Edward G. Robinson certainly deserves a prize of some kind. He is great. He plays a man named Gino Monetti, || who owns and operates an unorthodox bank, |! in a slum neighborhood. He lends people whatever amounts he thinks they should have, he’s. a law unto himself about interest rates, | | | HOUSE OF STRANGERS | | “Soaping dulls hair Halo glorilies it! Not a soap, 7 not a cream_ Halo cannot leave dulling, dirt-catching soap film! Removes embarrassing Yes, “soaping”’ your hair with even finest liquid or oily cream shampoos leaves dulling, dirt-catching film. Halo, made with a new patented ingredient, contains no soap, no sticky oils. Thus Halo glorifies your hair the very first time you use it. Ask for’ Halo— America’s favorite shampoo—at any drug or cosmetic counter! Halo reveals the hidden Beautyat ae hair! hess ey Was Silat Gives fragrant *‘soft-water’’ lather __needs no special rinse! Halo leaves hair soft, manageable_ shining with colorful natural highlights! Ty LWW; ae

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You're My Everything: Anne Baxter and Dan Dailey catch colds outside the stage door. Dan's a hoofer. Anne marries him and joins the act. The musical craze finally dies down, and Dan retires to be a gentleman farmer. Until the day he reads about a certain producer need- ing a child star. He sneaks Shari out, sells the producer on her, signs her for the pic- ture. Shari‘s career comes close to breaking up the perfect marriage (Anne’s still agin it) but musicals always have a happy ending. This picture’s early sequences are fresh and gay and Anne Baxter makes a fine flapper. I didn't admire little Shari Robinson much, but one man’s child star is another man’s poison. If you think she’s adorable, you'll enjoy the last part of the picture as much as I enjoyed the first. THE BIG STEAL Cast: Robert Mitchum, Jane Greer, William Bendix,. Patric Knowles RKO It only takes 71 minutes for Robert Mitchum to chase Patric Knowles all over Mexico, while justice powders its nose and gets ready to triumph. Mitchum is an Army lieutenant who's been entrusted with a $300,000 pay- roll. Knowles has swiped the payroll, Wil- liam Bendix, an Army captain, has accused Mitchum of collusion, Mitchum’s got to clear himself, and we're right back at the be- ginning. Seventy-one minutes of Mitchum chasing Knowles all over Mexico, with Ben- dix chasing Mitchum, a couple miles in the rear. Mitchum’s companion en route is Jane _ Greer (Knowles once cheated her, too). They fall in love, but there’s work to be done. Eventually, Knowles is tracked to his hideout and caught red-handed (he’s red-handing the $300,000 to an international crook) but it looks as though Mitchum and Jane have ‘taken on too much. Because Bendix arrives almost at once, and you discover that he was the boy in collusion with Knowles. He how proposes to shoot Knowles (and does just that). After which he proposes to shoot the international crook, Mitchum, and Jane. That it doesn’t work that way is a tribute to clean living. Maybe you won't learn any- thing from this picture—I'll make that more definite; you positively won't learn anything from this picture—but the chase is exciting, the Mexican locations are delightful, and who wants to be educated all the time? ‘ (Continued on page 109) to Sweep FILM Away! Have brighter teeth, cleaner breath in just 7 days! Run the fip of your tong _ Your teeth. if you feel a Seating there — you have WHY FILM MUST BE REMOVED 1. FILM collects stains that make teeth look dull 2. FILM harbors germs that breed bad breath 3. FILM glues acid to your teeth 4. FILM never lets up — it forms continually on everyone’s Now Faster Foaming ! Make this 7-Day Pepsodent Test! : Use New Pepsodent for just 7 days. If you're not completely convinced it gives you cleaner breath and brighter teeth, mail unused portion of tube to In just 7 days, new improved Pepsodent will bring a thrilling brightness to your teeth, new freshness to your breath—or we'll return twice what you paid! q mn ¢ New Pepsodent Tooth Paste foams won- i Perse Co., Dee, renin: derfully — goes to work faster, fighting film: @ Ill. Besides postage, you'll (1) Pepsodent makes short work of the Gl receive — : discoloring stains that collect on film. (2) It routs film’s “bad breath’’ germs that cause DOU BLE YOu R food particles to decay. (3) Pepsodent helps protect you from acid produced by germs that luck in film. This acid, many dentists agree, is the cause of tooth decay. (4) Film forms continually. Remove it regularly and quickly with Pepsodent. Buy New Pepsodent now on our double- your-money-back guarantee. No other tooth paste can duplicate Pepsodent’s film-remov- ing formula! No other tooth paste contains Irium*—or Pepsodent’s gentle polishing agent. For the safety of your smile use Pepsodent twice a day—see your dentist twice a year. *Irium 1s Pepsodent’s regrstered trade-mark for purified alky/ sulfate. Another fine product of lever Brothers Company New Pepsodent Guaranteed 19 | | |

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20 & Fay, SOS Mrey es a as Margaret with Don Sylvio and her mother shortly before the wedding. Margaret O’Brien’s mother, Gladys O’Brien, married bandleader Don Sylvio i Palm Beach, Florida, last February 22, while Margaret wept. On May 31, it was announced that Mrs. Sylvio would seek an annulment of the marriage. In the following ex- clusive story, an ace Hollywood reporter presents a frank and revealing picture of this amazing emotional tangle —THE Ep1Tors. m@ “Please don’t blame Margaret for this,” Gladys O’Brien Sylvio told me as she explained the crack-up of her marriage. “It isn’t her fault. I should have realized that I’m too wrapped up in the child ever to give much of myself to a husband. There are some women in this world who are more mother than wife—and I’m one of them. “Usually a couple have become adjusted to each other before the wife becomes a mother, so it isn’t so difficult for the husband when he must share part of his wife’s affection with another. Then, too, if the child is his own, he is far less likely to be jealous of it.” Margaret’s mother sighed. “These are the facts I should have understood before I jumped into marriage with Don,” she went on. “Unfortunately, I didn’t. I thought Don could join our little circle that rotates around Margaret—but as it turned out, he’s too much of an individual to take second place in my affections to my daughter.” As this Hollywood mother was talking, I thought of motion picture ‘mothers in general—and then it occurred to me that you was margaret o’brien| To blame? This is the strange tragedy of a woman who - is more mother than wife, of a child who is loved too much, and of a man who is hurt and bewildered .. . BY FLORABEL MUIR™ See ce ey se

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i #idom hear anything at all about movie 5 “ath THE NEW ' Most of them seem to be shuffled off into I | the discard as the little stars climb to | fame. Those who can’t stand playing | second fiddle to a child being groomed for ‘ 9 : f 9 stardom, go off about their business— usually via the divorce courts. 0 u S 0 So it is slight wonder that orchestra leader Don Sylvio found himself in an in- tolerable position and didn’t know what: | to do about it. | “You can’t fight a little child like Mar- garet,” he said wistfully. “I didn’t know it would be like that. . . . But I want to tell | you that ’'m not blaming Margaret en- ! tirely for this smash-up. I think the child and I could have become very good friends if we’d had the opportunity. “She’s an amazingly brilliant little girl. I wanted to talk things over with her thoroughly before we held the wedding, but Gladie seemed to think it would be better to surprise her. “Margaret was so shocked when she found out we really were getting married that she became emotionally upset. I can’t blame her for crying.” Then Don went on to tell me how the romance had started—a romance which brought only fleeting happiness to Gladys, many tears for her daughter and be- wildered frustration to Don. It began one night in February, 1945, in Bill Bertolotti’s night club in New York, | where Don’s orchestra was playing. Mar- garet and her mother were at a table and when Bertolotti introduced his orchestra | leader, Gladys asked him to play her favorite song, “I Can’t Begin To Tell You.” “That was the beginning of all my trouble,” Don told me. He said he played the song over and over again that night and when Gladys and Margaret left, they both thanked him. They left New York the next day and he didn’t see either of them for a year. i the melody lingers on... In February, 1946, Mrs. O’Brien and Margaret visited Bertolotti’s again. When Beica pon about oe one he Paice Maybe you’ve noticed it already—the way women are for them before and suggested it be played hurrying to buy Golden Fels-Naptha Soap and Soap Chips. again now. i i oe pee eect eeala. aera And no wonder! This 1949 Fels-Naptha brings them sumptuous for me to try to make her re- a brand-new washing experience. Every process in the pees se opp See ee od Kes Fels-Naptha formula has been tested and checked with the my Pal, esicoeme ever te her fable o washing demands of today’s smart, young housekeeper. shake ands, she smiled at me an sald, oe ep sGe ee cones AL, Sak: If you haven’t tried the 1949 Fels-Naptha Soap or Soap Chips j oF oe and faaed Hise school- get some today. Get a big red and green box of oy—an. ad to take some kidding from Fels-Naptha S Ghaneit jk hi fe aecononedelssen “loamakesitnupito els-Naptha Soap Chips for your washing machine or her for forgetting, I asked her if she’d have automatic washer. You'll really get a thrill at the way this lunch with me next day. She said she’d 5 I fore to. grand, golden soap gets things fragrantly clean and sweet _ “We began seeing a lot of each other a : : Breas New York. Wé had and a bigger thrill when your dazzling _ lunches and dinners and I gave her a party white washes are hung on the line. ‘at Bertolotti’s. We really got acquainted. “Always we sang her song, ‘I Can’t Begin Join the 1949 Gold Rush today— | To Tell You’—and the words came to have a lot of meaning for us. A year later she to The Golden Fels-Naptha Soap shelves ; | invited me to be her house guest in Holly- _ wood. I flew out here from New York and stayed three weeks. = p “I proposed to her one night under a h\ SS pr / Rie | California moon and, although she didn’t : _ accept right away, I wasn’t discouraged. [ She acted as if she were as much in love | as I was. She visited New York oftener ; and we were always together. “Last February, just four years after I first met her, I went to Palm Beach and Gladys flew down there to see me. That’s DE E | i ley 5 when we made our wedding plans. ig Be Beas e S= a a fee | “T thought little Margaret and I had be- come very good friends while I was wooing MILD, GOLDEN SOAP AND ACTIVE NAPTHA 21 in any grocery store. FOR EXTRA CLEANING ACTION USE

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about, but went to Blum’s office. He cold- ly told me that Mrs. O’Brien wanted to have our marriage annulled and offered me $3000 to agree to it. “I was shocked and completely broken up. I implored Blum to tell my wife to think it over for another day—I was sure she’d then see things differently. “I tried calling her on the phone the fol- lowing day. She wouldn’t answer. I tried again on Friday. No luck. On Saturday morning she came to the phone and I asked her to see me that night. She agreed and we went to Sherry’s about six o’clock that evening. “We had a few drinks and it was just like a guy taking his gal out. I didn’t argue with her about anything. I didn’t want to upset her. I thought if we could see each other a few more times and have some laughs together, she’d change her mind. “She has a great habit of blurting things out without weighing her words—and the next minute changing her mind. So I thought she’d react the same way again. “I didn’t call her Sunday because I thought if she wanted to see me she’d call me. I wanted her to feel that she wasn’t being rushed by me into making a decision she’d regret. “On Monday evening you called me and told me she had announced to the news- papers that she would seek an annulment. That was the first inkling I’d had that she was actually going to go through with her plans as told to me by Blum. “Our get-together on Saturday evening apparently hadn’t meant a thing to her. The idea of an annulment was preposterous. She had no grounds for such a move. “Tm not going to give her up so easily. I still love her very much and believe if she were away from her sisters and daugh- ter that I could make her see that she really loves me, too. I can’t understand what she means in her divorce suit when she said I was cruel to her. “T wouldn’t hurt her for anything in the world. I’m going to stay in California and devote my time to trying to win her back.” Don was born in Brooklyn and his right name is Sylvio Sprigata. He is 42. Gladys is 45. This is his first marriage. He is the eldest of six children. When he was 22 he had his own band. her heart belongs to mommie .. . Like many mothers, Gladys plays down to her little daughter most of the time. This perhaps comes from the subconscious desire to keep the child a baby as long as possible. In a family living normally this isn’t so harmful as it can be with a child who has long been the wage-earner. ‘In many ways, the little actress is al- most a dual personality. At home she is babied and everything is done for her. At the studio they expect her to use her own brains when she’s before the cameras. Perhaps Gladys’ doesn’t realize it, but the child has a fiercely protective attitude toward her. From remarks she has made to folks around MGM, she really believes she is saving her mother from a marriage that could only bring her unhappiness. She has a feeling that no man is good enough for her mother. It probably wouldn’t matter who the fellow was. She liked Sylvio well enough when he was just a friend—but when he moved into the family circle, she looked at him with a different eye. How this will all turn out is anybody’s guess. Should Gladys get her interlocutory decree, she would have to wait a year be- fore it became final. In that time, Don might persuade her to drop the whole thing. Stranger things have happened in Hollywood. THE ENp (Margaret O’Brien’s latest film is the forthcoming The Secret Garden.) ho) 4 (QWEST PRIEES americas Sieale (H UEARS st Values Calatey Digest FALLS WIND) 1949-30 ALDENS NEW 176 ENCHANTING PAGES FALL AND WINTER FRE E FASHION DIGEST THRILLING NEW STYLES! AMERICA’S LOWEST PRICES! EXTRA VALUE FOR YOUR FASHION DOLLAR AT ALDENS! FREE! 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24 Doris with a fellow actor on the set of her newest, It’s a Great Feeling. She thought that love was all that mattered— until she learned it’s friendship P that really makes | ba a marriage. Doris Day won't be fooled again! mM She was-17, a small dark girl and, I noticed, quite shy. As an editor of her high school paper she had been interviewing me, and now we had come to the end of our talk. She put away her pad and pencil, stood up and was ready to go. . . but didn’t. Instead, she leaned very close and, with troubled eyes asked, “But what I really mean, Miss Day, is how can I get to be like you and the other singers? I mean, really. I’m not as attractive and I know I lack so much. .. .” T could almost hear my own voice asking this same question. Because I had asked it, and others like it, when I was 17. And when I asked it, talking to singers with orchestras and girls performing in night clubs, I didn’t get a good answer. I had to learn for myself. But, I decided, now that I was being asked the question, I was going to answer it correctly. And I did. “Vou think you’re not as attractive as I am,” I began. “But what would you say if I told you. that there are at least 10 things about you that I would terribly like to have?” She pulled away blushing, and her hand went touching here and there at her face in confusion. “Oh ... you're fust . . . just being nice,” she said. “All right, then,’ I went on. “I'll name them. I think they'll come to about 10.” And I did name them. What I said was just between the two of us as women. And as I itemized her good points, the trans- formation that came over her was marvel- ous. You could (Continued on page 98)

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new faces MICHAEL KIRBY was born in Nova Scotia and at the age of four, doctors told his par- ents he should confine his sports activities to ice skating. He be- came so proficient at : it that winning com- petitions was almost like child’s play. Sonja Henie, whom he recently starred with in The Countess of Monte Cristo, says he is the best partner she’s ever had. He married Nora McCarthy in 1943 and they now have two children. Michael’s 6'2’ tall, weighs 180 lbs., has blue eyes and dark brown hair. PENNY EDWARDS made her first appearance im a B’way play when she was only 12, and after a series of hits and misses was at last discovered by a War- ners dance - director. He thought her style of singing and dancing extremely original and the public wholeheartedly agreed with him when they saw Two Guys From Texas. Penny was born in New Vork on August 24, 1928. She has blue eyes, blonde hair and though she’s 5’6” tall, weighs 118 lbs. ROSSANO BRAZZI gave up boxing to study law, and then he gave up law to become an actor. Aside from college theatricals at the University of San Marco, he never had any inclination to act until he was given a supporting role in an Italian film. He became one of Rome’s leading stars and was ordered by the Nazis to make propaganda films for them. Short- ly after, Rossano disappeared. He was born on September 18, 1917, is 6 tall, weighs 180 lbs. and has blue eyes and brown hair. Yowve seen him recently in Little Women. GALE ROBBINS came to Hollywood via a toothpaste ad. That is, the teeth were hers and they adver- tised a famous brand of paste. She was born May 7, 1921 in Indiana and got her schooling at Northwestern University. She joined the glee club there, and while pur- suing her modeling career also sang with various dance bands. During the war Gale toured the European theater with the Bob Hope troupe. She’s 5’3” tall, weighs 112 lbs., has blue eyes and honey-colored hair. Her latest is The Barkleys of Broadway. Your loveliness is Doubly Safe * Veto gives you Double Protection?! So Uf fC, ... Veto guards your loveliness night and day—safely protects your clothes and you. For Veto not only neutralizes perspiration odor, it checks perspiration, too! Yes, Veto gives you Double Protection! And Veto disappears instantly to protect you from the moment you apply it! So ie... Always creamy and smooth, Veto is lovely to use and keeps you lovely. And Veto is gentle, safe for normal skin, safe for clothes. Doubly Safe! Veto alone contains Duratex, Colgate’s exclusive ingredient to make Veto safer. Let Veto give your loveliness double protection! Veto lasts and lasts from bath to bath?!

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don’t let lies hurt you an open letter to shirley temple, betty grable and maureen o‘hara Will. Price with his wife. Maureen O'Hara. We Agar with his wife, Shirley Temple. Dear Ladies: We hear that you are all on the verge of leaving your husbands. Yes, that’s what we hear. We realize, of ‘course, that the reports are preposterous. (And they’re certainly refuted by the stories concerning you, Betty and Maureen, in this issue of MODERN SCREEN, and by the one on you, Shirley, that appears next month.) But the fact that statements to the effect that you're all having domestic troubles are downright foolish hasn’t stopped a number of Hollywood “reporters” from making them in recent weeks. And that situation is one we’re all going to have to live with right along. For as long as the public has a legitimate interest in the lives of celebrities, there will always be gossip-mongers around who’ll peddle any sort of intimate morsel—legitimate or not. What can you do about it? What should you do? Well, there’s probably never been a marriage anywhere that hasn’t, to some degree, been subjected to gossip. It may be a mild little report to the effect that, say, Joe Epperknoggen was secretly amused by the bonnet that his mate, Mary, wore on Easter morning. (The truth was that he told a friend that Mary had a wonderful sense of humor—and Joe just happened to be looking at the hat at the time.) Or the gossip may range in intensity up to a report, say, that Mary, weary at last of having Joe beat her up every night, has gone off with the kids to Atlantic City to think about a divorce. (The truth being that he’s plan- ning to join her there on their vacation in a couple of days.) The sad thing is that such rumors, wild and unfounded though they may be, exert a real pressure on their victims. As the gossip goes on—and everyone knows how, especially in Hollywood, it does go on—a couple’s trivial quibbles may tend, in the light of what they’re hearing about themselves, to become enlarged into major quarrels. It takes a good lot of calm common-sense to resist this. We hope that in your cases, Mrs. Agar, Mrs. James and Mrs. Price, your demonstrated level-headedness will pre- vail against the current blasts. We hope this not only for the sake of your own happiness—but in the interest of established marriages everywhere. It goes without saying that, as great stars, you set examples of incalculable power. If you allow gossip to undermine your marriages, thousands of other homes against which gossip is directed will be all the more susceptible to its attack. If, on the other hand, you remain steadfast, it is no exag- geration for us to say that your example can be a clear and inspiring force in the preservation of what is, after all, the foundation of our society. EDITOR

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they attend a night club. Here, in the happier days of 1947, \ Wu il It was love at first sight when Dan and Liz met. ) — ee = = : = = uy Hedda bape

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As we go to press, there are reports that Dan Dailey and his Hn wife Elizabeth, who separated recently, may yet be reconciled. Wt The following story is a frank account of why their marriage Hit failed—perhaps temporarily, perhaps permanently —THE EDITORS. || @ “I guess while I was making my success I was letting my home be destroyed,” said Dan Dailey. a His frank face wore a puzzled look. He shook his wavy red head Hl i as if to wonder. “I didn’t think it would happen like this. I didn’t believe all those stories I’d heard about other couples. But, Hi Hedda, the truth is—J’ve paid the penalty of success. I’ve just tt been too busy to be a husband. It’s all my fault that Liz has left me. It’s my own selfishness, my own thoughtlessness. But I’ve learned my lesson. There’s still hope that we can iron out our differences. If and when we do get together again, it won't be for two or three months. It will be for keeps.” I was talking to Dan soon after his home had apparently been : wrecked. His pretty wife, Elizabeth, had gone home to her family, taking with her the light of Dan’s life, Dan Dailey III. “Was there another woman?” I wanted it straight. “Oh, no!” He sounded horrified. “There’s been nothing like _ that. I forgot her, I forgot myself. I forgot everything except Author Hedda Hopper interviews Dan. His name in lights the million things connected with my career that I was doing, still am doing, love doing.” Again Dan looked puzzled. And then was the most wondrous sight Dan sang the same old song I’ve heard ever since I first hit Holly- wood. “Nobody who isn’t in the business can ever know what he’d ever seen, and applause was demands it makes on you—inescapable demands, night-and- day demands. And if you love show business as I have all my magic music to his ears. life, you can’t say ‘no.’ At least, I couldn’t,” he confessed. ‘““That’s the story—the whole story—and I still can’t believe that it’s But gaining this, he risked the happened to me!” —_ | Frankly, I couldn’t either. But I should have known better. things that made it I should have known that something would have to give sooner or later for Dan Dailey, that he’d have to pony up with the all worthwhile. fiddler’s fee. The morning we talked (Continued on page 66) Dan Dailey III shows his parents his gardening tech- One of Dan's favorite haunts in Hollywood is the Club 47. (You'll nique. His proud pappy insists the two-year-old can find a description of this hot-jazz spot on page 48.) Here he sits in do an expert version of "Clancy Lowered the Boom.’ as drummer, with Doc Rando on the sax and Nappy Lamare on guitar.

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| CHEATING hy []WA ud hy ard) as told to Mary Bain It’s a vital question that must be @ “Timothy! Gregory!” called their nurse. “Come along—time to wash up for supper.” And off rushed faced by CNELY, mother who Susan Hayward’s twins across the lawn. The promising young actress from the East who, now that she'd landed a Hollywood contract, was visiting Susan to renew their old friendship, watched ig the tots disappear. Then, smoothing back her play- straightforward answer. rumpled hair, she sat down again on the terrace be- tween Susan and Susan’s husband, Jess Barker. “Gosh,” she said, “if I had a beautiful pair of children like that, I swear I think I'd give up my career and just stay home with ’em and keep house!” Susan and Jess exchanged smiles. This sentiment was nothing new to them. So often they'd heard actresses declaim wistfully about the glories of motherhood and housekeeping and how, without bat- ting a false eyelash, they'd give up all the satisfac- tions a movie career can bring, in exchange for a dutiful career of washing diapers and bustling about a hot kitchen. “You mean,” said Susan, “that it’d be so much fun and besides, you'd feel you'd sort of owe it to | them?” “T guess I would, sort of,” said the friend. "I mean . . . Of course, I know youwre a wonderful mother, and everything—but ...I mean...” “Vou think that perhaps I am, in a way, cheating my children?” “Oh, now!” said the friend. “Well,” said Susan, “here’s the way I look at it.” has a demanding career. Here is Susan Hayward’s Prcomenriais i ! || I think I’m a pretty normal woman (said “Susan Hayward), and I think that part of the reason nor- After the day's work (her latest movie is House of Strangers), Susan hears the latest home mal women are put on earth (Continued on page 100) news from her four-year-old twins, Greg and Tim.

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; WY YY yy Yj; CPt, YY C Yr hy oe NS ~ SOO AL . S YW WRQQg 2 yy Mg Vitsiy, pd ; YH HOW PHONY CAN YOU GET! minor gangster in one of his thousand-odd radio shows, Dick became the perfect, trigger-happy killer. M fo) om &0 =| as (=) iS) = n S 3 ay s = ef io} ~ oe at ‘= [=] a e o pas) =) oO 12 =) S ovo ae] = = | head character someone to play that spine-chilling hop called Tommy Udo in Kiss of Death, he toyed briefly with the startling idea of getting the genuine article to play the role. a new and arresting personality was on the way to stardom. And to two-level public misunderstanding. ? Thus Shortly after the release of Kiss of Death, radio execu- tive Bill Smith took Dick to his first Hollywood broadcast He almost had one, too, but the guy couldn’t So he got a phony article. remember his lines. When the studio audience caught sight of Dick, they shouted the rafters loose, and —on the Lux Radio Theater. For, as it happened, along came one Richard Widmark to apply for the job. Trouble with this guy was, he seemed so much like the college professor he’d almost become in real life. after the program they wouldn’t let him go until he’d given out with his by-now famous hysterical laugh. But, with a hairpiece pasted on his high forehead that pulled his hairline down to within a As Bill and Dick struggled through the mob of fans outside, a youngster called, “Hey Widmark—you don’t couple of inches of his eyebrows, and using an insane, high-pitched chuckle he’d once invented while playing a (Continued on page 85) look like such a tough mugg!”’

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JUDY'S ALL RIGHT! Judy Garland faced Following her dramatic breakdown while making Annie Get Your Gun a few weeks ago, Judy Garland entered a famous Eastern hospital complete collapse and for a complete physical check-up and subsequent treatment. While there, Judy was interviewed for MODERN SCREEN by George Scullin, nationally-known writer and editor—who then gave us the following remarkable story—THE EDITORS. professional ruin. Now, rested and happy, she’s making @ I talked to Judy Garland while she was a patient at Peter Bent Brigham Hospital in Boston. Filled witha sense of renewing vitality, smiling and sparkling, she talked candidly of the past, of her plans and hopes for the future. The general outlines of what had happened to bring her to that a dramatic comeback— in the tradition of great performers. hospital are well-known by now. In the midst of her strenuous work | on Annie Get Your Gun, she suddenly folded up. After a series of BY GEORGE SCULLIN battles on the set, she went out to lunch and didn’t come back. Metro- Goldwyn-Mayer was left with slightly more than a million dollars tied up in the lavish production. A million dollars being what it is these days, the studio slapped a suspension on the “recalcitrant” Judy, and the report went out that Betty Hutton would get the role of Annie. Then came the discovery that Judy had not actually rebelled, though she had made sounds curiously like it. Instead, she was halfway over the brink of exhaustion, and she simply didn’t have the strength to go on. After years of furiously burning her candle at both ends, the flames had finally met in the middle and pouf!—Judy was a small glow and a wisp of smoke. Talking to me about it, she said: “I'll admit my actions on the set those last few days were hardly up to winning friends and influencing people. But I really wasn’t myself. It was just that I was so very tired.” As she said the last word, she seemed weighted with all the exhaustion in the world. A moment later, her famous voice vibrant again, she burbled, ‘‘But look at me now! Six meals a day, sometimes eight! I slept 12 hours last night, and 10 hours the night before. Do I feel good!” And she looked it. As soon as a prelithinary physical check-up had revealed the grave extent of Judy’s exhaustion, Carlton Alsop, her manager, mentor and general counselor, packed her off to Boston. There, at the great Peter Bent Brigham Hospital, she was examined by specialists using just about every analytical device known to medicine. Their find- ings: “Absolutely nothing wrong.” Their (Continued on page 79) 37

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There’s a touch of old Eire in this white house on the hill—the proud and sentimental touch of Maureen O’Hara. BY VIOLA MOORE An exquisite hand-crocheted spread covers the canopied tour-poster in Maureen makes plans tor one of her informa | supper parties on the: Maureen's bedroom. Sentimental souvenirs—a piece of her wedding cake, | terrace—an ideal place for them. Her husband, Will Price, does the a sprig from her bouquet—are preserved in small, antique cabinets. cooking for these events—so well that she's happy to clean up after him!’

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Will's brown and yellow den houses his collection ot Southern literature. Out of sight is the flag he brought home from Iwo Jima, where he landed with the Marines. * wa a tk! 4 | In the living room, Maureen arranges some of Will's flowers—he's a fine gardener. The vivid painting over the fireplace depicts a Negro legend. ™@ Things weren’t exactly festive that day two years ago when Maureen O’Hara and Will Price moved into their house. Though they’d fallen in love with the stately white house on the tree- shaded hill the first minute they’d seen it, now that they were moving in they were too exhausted and worried to sit down on the staircase and admire their new diggings. Their daughter, Bronwyn, was coughing croupily as Will carried her upstairs to her bedroom. They had to stay up with her most of the night, for the doctor feared she might have pneumonia. Then, when they finally settled down wearily in their own cluttered bedroom, Maureen’s sleep was shattered by a chorus of murderous screams. In a panic she awoke Will. “Listen!” she breathed. “Those screams! They seem to be coming from the Everett Crosby house. Do you suppose... ?” Will grunted. “Oh, I forgot to tell you, honey. They keep peacocks. Peacocks scream at night. Guess we'll just have to get used to it.” Sleep now being out of the question for Maureen, she went out on her bedroom balcony and, pacing up and down in the gray light of dawn, composed the monologue she planned to deliver to the owners of the peacocks next day. “Mr. Crosby: I defer to no one in my admiration of peacocks. What, indeed, would life be without them? (Continued on page 87)

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wh iy stars turn to sit iyer Through deep experience | in their personal lives, many in Hollywood have 7 found the shining power of prayer, and the spiritual peace that comes from faith. BY LOUIS POLLOCK Father Peyton poses with three of his friends, Irene Dunne,. Rosalind Russell, and Loretta Young, before one of his broadcasts.

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RELIGIOUS FAITH has been, to Bing Crosby, the greatest guiding force throughout the years of his long, phenomenal career. FAITHFUL DEVOTION she learned from her mother has been held responsible for Esther Williams’ happiness and success in life. The following inspiring account of prayer in the lives of Hollywood personalities is the first in a sertes. From time to time in future issues, MODERN SCREEN will present further religious experiences of individual stars —THE EpITorSs. M@ Two years ago a group of Hollywood stars attended a dinner party at Loretta Young’s home. Father Patrick Peyton, who was then starting his Family Theatre radio program to bring his message of the power of prayer to the whole country, was also a guest. After dinner, Father Peyton was talking to Ricardo Mon- talban and Ricardo’s wife, Georgiana—who is Loretta’s youngest sister. The priest mentioned the fact that in his home in Ireland, the family never missed a day without gathering to say the Rosary. Ricardo turned to Georgiana. “I think that’s a wonderful idea for us,” he said. ‘““Why don’t we and the children do the same?” She agreed enthusiastically. Recently, Father Peyton ran into Ricardo again, at a gathering called to discuss the future of the radio program. The priest wondered if Ricardo and his family had managed to keep their good resolution, and asked him about it. “Padre,” replied Ricardo earnestly, “we haven’t missed a day. Weve vowed to keep it up the rest of our lives.” FAMILY PRAYERS, started on Father Pey- ton's suggestion, play an important part in the lives of the Ricardo Montalbans. EARNEST SUPPLICATION, Pat O'Brien is certain, saved the life of his young daugh- ter in 1937. That's Mrs. O'Brien with Pat. THE POWER OF PRAYER, Betty Hutton and her sister Marion agree, allowed them to surmount the poverty of their childhood. TRIUMPH OVER PAIN was given Barbara Stanwyck (here with Al Jolson) when she prayed after a near-paralyzing accident. Father Peyton was pleased, but not surprised. He had already come to learn, as have the pastors of every denom- ination represented in Hollywood, that most of the stars actually Jive their religion—within it, and by it. And, very often, that which is referred to by outsiders as “luck” or “breaks” in their careers, is known by them to be the product of their prayers. It would be difficult to think of any star, from the longest- established to the very newest names, and not come up with a living, working illustration of this. Doctors have told Barbara Stanwyck, for instance, that she is lucky that her career wasn’t cut short some 10 years ago when she fell from a horse and injured her back. But Barbara has her own view of the matter. She was making The Great Man’s Lady, when the mishap occurred. Not only was she thrown but the horse trampled on her. She was told to lie motionless and a doctor was summoned. After a preliminary examination, he told her that it would be beyond her power to get to her feet. An ambulance was sent for—but when it came Barbara had pulled herself up and was walking about! As’ she had lain there, a yearning to pray had come to her. Then followed a feeling that she could get up. The pain was great. She almost fainted. But she persisted. And soon she was asking that (Continued on page 95)

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Roy's guns are kept in his den along with the mounted Perched on the rail fence surrounding the ranch, Dale explains its set-up. Seven heads of animals he's bagged. Reba and Bonnie Palominos, |! hound-dogs, cattle, pigs and chickens make up the livestock. The were really impressed with the genuine soda fountain. hens lay so many eggs, Dale is getting desperate for new ways to cock them.

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They gave us boots and saddles and put us on a horse. “What now?” we shouted to the Roy Rogers’. Well, they took us for a ride... BY REBA ‘AND BONNIE CHURCHILL |. westward,. @ We'd never been on a horse in our lives. There are worse places not to have been, but even so, we shouldn’t have mentioned it to Roy Rogers and Dale Evans. They gasped, “What! Never?” “Well, hardly ever,” we quavered. “We'll have to see about that,” said Roy. “No, no, don’t,” we pleaded. But it wasn’t any use. “Come over to our place Sunday,” said Dale. ‘“We’ll show you how to live.” We could have told her we already knew; we could have made at least 10 excuses—like, our lumbago isn’t good for horses—but we didn’t. We were cowards. We were also under strict orders from the editors of MODERN SCREEN. (We—Reba and Bonnie Churchill— are their roving reporters.) “When someone lays a story idea at your feet,” these editors tell us, “pick it up—or else!” A few minutes later we were standing in the center of Republic’s wardrobe department being outfitted with levis and boots, checked shirts and felt pork-pies and fancy leather belts. We tried them on and looked in a full-length mirror and really, we couldn’t say no. Sunday morning we hopped into our borrowed duds, saddled our four-door sedan and headed for the Rogers’ ranch. The highway stretched out before us like a gray satin ribbon; orange groves reflected the sunlight in brilliant patches; in the distance, hills stood out sharply against the sky. Did we appreciate the view? We did not. All we could do was wonder how it must feel to be kicked in the head by a-bronco. For a few giddy moments we wanted to die, but that would have been ungrateful. Besides, it was too late, for now the white rail fences that surround the Rogers’ ranch came into view. Cattle were grazing peacefully beyond them, and fields of green alfalfa stirred in the breeze. 5 We turned off at a little white bridge and were immediately sur- rounded by 11 leaping, barking dogs who led us the rest of the way to the ranch. There we were greeted by Roy, Dale and a six-month- old Alaskan Husky pup named Spur. Spur took a liking to us; he almost chewed off our boots. “T’m trying to get him used to ranch life,” said Roy. “He’s afraid i a eee z ce of horses.” recor teas seh “Maybe,” we laughed feebly, “we ought to start neighing.” Roy, on Trigger, shows ‘em how a cowboy rides. Spur sure did like us. He (Continued on page 45) | fl ie nh | a > 0 ees

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WESTWARD, WHOA! aes : Ca | The Churchills help Roy fill Trigger's saddlebags with the cartons Trigger and Pal are led out of the corral all spruced up for the of food Dale's prepared. They've already chosen the site of their picnic. The horses have identical $1,500 silver saddles, and Trigger picnic—a huge turnip field with a shady oak tree in the center. has a deluxe $5,000 one which he wears for parades and rodeos. ae . Mire SE a4 49) The girls wouldn't go it alone, but it didn't take much coaxing to E Ine get them on Trigger with Roy along. Later, all three rode him back ham sandwiches, potato salad, juicy tomatoes and dessert—apple to the ranch. Triager—who's 16—is looking forward to retiring. Cobbler and ice-cold lemonade. Who said Western life was rugged? ike x eS a Be", } r . ‘ 73 oval : ws , Pe. sta ee 35 pee 3 Se ter ee Sper e fc = © : se ahd ie VSL IL BN An ge Roy stretched himself out under the oak for a quick snooze. “Looks The tickling finally gets Roy's goat; he chases Reba and Bonnie too comfy,’ whispered Dale. Bonnie, who agreed, tickles him under and, with a neat toss of his trusty lariat, easily snares them. the nose with a sprig cf grass. Roy pretends he's fast asleep. It plumb doesn't pay to trifle with Roy Rogers, King of the Cowboys.

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Tied up toe faeniont Eee collapsed es x Barks ie a little taste of her own medicine. Roy tickles hisy with a fo eae (Continued from page 43) followed us into the house, and while Dale went to collect the picnic lunch he fol- lowed us into the den. In a few minutes, though, our novelty wore off and he went away. The den’s furnished in real cowboy style with animal skins and heads dotting the walls. (Roy showed us the guns that shot ’em.) But you don’t have to: be a cowboy to enjoy the television set, the movie projector and the pool table—or the soda fountain. The soda fountain and a deep-freeze unit stand together in a pine-panelled alcove. “Have a coke,” suggested Roy, pointing to the freeze. Delightedly we reached in—and pulled out a frozen possum! Roy was nearly convulsed with laughter. We looked about wildly for the door, but just then Dale appeared. One glance at our stricken faces told her all. i “Why, Pa,” she said gaily, “we'll have to put you in the doghouse again.” The doghouse seemed pretty (Continued on page 102) poate pushes as Reba tugs off her boots. Then Reba tugged for Bonnie. "This is the life,"’ they cried, limping to’ their car. “That is—if you can live through itt

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Qu Atl wild aba HARRY uy Bal pal Betty Grable nelps Vicki, who's five, and Jessica, two; brush up-on their dancing at home. Actually, Vicki is much more interested in watching Westerns on the James’ television set. Seems only yesterday that Betty Grable became Mrs. Harry James .. . although the calendar says six years have passed since that wonderful day. But happiness gives wings to time. @ As a rule, I can act pretty calm-and-collected, no matter A how I feel. But that July weekend in 1943 I was up to my ears in butterflies, and didn’t care who knew it. You see, I | i was about to be married to Harry James. il Thursday I bought my wedding dress—blue, for that’s\j} Harry’s favorite color. Saturday, I shopped for gloves and aj hat to match, and couldn’t find either. So I had a blue-feather)ff, gardenia made for my hair, and figured Harry’d take me with-1J), out the gloves. (I could have skipped the gardenia too. When, the time came, I forgot to wear it!) Sunday—July 4th—Edith Wasserman and I took the train;§, for Las Vegas. It was through Edie that I’d started going to)§, the Hollywood Canteen, and my first date with Harry was)§,

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| when he drove me home from there one night. So Edie was | my Cupid and my bridesmaid. All the way up I kept trying to push that train, which was a } little silly, because Harry’s train from New York wasn’t due !| till 2:30 in the morning. By midnight I was dressed and ready. || They kept telling me to relax, but that was like so much wind /in my ears. We hit the station around 1:30, and sat waiting || in the car for a couple of centuries till the Streamliner pulled 1}, in—exactly one hour late. || Two things Ill never forget about that morning. One was || the sight of Harry ducking out of the last car and running || toward us. Suddenly he stumbled and almost went sprawling, and my heart popped right into my mouth. Luckily, he came out of it right side up. But I must confess I went on shaking for quite a while. The other thing was our last-minute change of plan. We'd intended to be married in the little church at The Last Frontier. Everything was arranged. Then, as we drove up, what do we see but a crowd of about a hundred people—and worst of all, a man with a mike, yelling, “Step this way, please!” Honestly, it was like a circus. Harry and I looked at each other. Nobody in the car said a word—nobody had to. We just by-passed the church. I’ve been in pictures long enough to understand about pub- licity and cooperation. And believe me, I appreciate the interest of fans who'll turn out for (Continued on page 82)

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= trolly dead mM Some, like Café Gala and La Rue, are elegant. establishments of glitter and sophisti- cation. Others, like the bluntly-named Barney’s Beanery, are Damon Runyonesque nooks that seem transplanted straight from New York’s | Third Avenue. Some, like the small, boxy Club 47, are merry jazz joints ajump with jive. Others, like The Little Gypsy and Bublichki, | present a facsimile of Old World atmosphere, complete with yearning string music to go : with their Old World fare. But all these if Holywood restaurants have one thing in com- mon: Romance. Each, for various reasons, has become the favorite hideout for certain of moviedom’s dating twosomes. In exclusivé pictures on these pages, MODERN SE eee Fi fii cai SCREEN takes you along on some of their The Little Gypsy: Janet Leigh and Arthur Loew like the Hungarian food, ees is the candlelight and lilting music of this tiny restaurant on the Sunset IAD VEE eset Strip where Paul Gordos (left) and Jack Scholl serenade the guests. Shelley Winters and Farley Granger are often to be found ‘at a table for two in the Marquis. This swank spot couldn’t be more convenient when they’ve been working nights— i it’s on Sunset Boulevard just about halfway between their respective studios, U-I and Gold- wyn. On such evenings, they don’t bother to dress up, and get there before the lamé-and- i black-tie set starts sweeping in. But when ; Shelley and Farley have been indulging their regular habit of catching plays at the Little I Theaters around town, they’re decked out in | formal finery, too. Then they linger long, talking over the play they’ve just seen... “often linger so long,’ says Shelley, “that 4 closing time and dessert arrive together.” When Janet Leigh and Arthur Loew set | forth for an evening on the town, they gen- iy erally begin with dinner at The Little Gypsy. Modified Hungarian is the motif of this tiny Sunset Strip café. First thing you notice when Bublichki: Quique and Louis Jourdan are habitués of this small Russian you come in is the fire-engine red bar, with restaurant whose Continental atmosphere reminds them so much of ay : } a favorite café in pre-war Paris. Flaming shashlik is served on skewers. the bartender doubling (Continued on page 50) i The Marquis: Shelley Winters and Farley Granger love its swank cozi- ness and come here regularly for late suppers. When the evening is warm, they dine outside on the terrace under turquoise umbrellas. SS 48

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You'll find them | by the beach and in itoudulie | Club a7 2oNe Powell and her fiancé, Geary Steffan, spend many an evening here where the excellent Dixieland jazz brings in the aficionados. the valley and on the Sunset Strip— the small, romantic ‘ay places for wining and | | me dining and falling : in love...

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50 Barney's Beanery: Mona Freeman and Pat Nerney are attracted not only by the famed steaks and onion soup, but also by the vast knowledge of movies that Barney (center) dispenses. : i ) Pwo nr Cafe Jay: Rory and Lita Calhoun had some of their first dates at this little place-near Santa Monica beach—so naturally it'll always occupy a pretty special place in their hearts. The Tallyho: Scott Brady and Ann Blyth usually leave its inti- mate dining-room to have after-dinner coffee in the cocktail lounge—where Harold Graham plays songs from new shows. (Continued from page 48) as disk jockey. He mixes Pink Ladies with one hand and puts on gypsy records with the other while the violinist and accordion player take time out. “The wonderful food—like Chicken Paprika—the dreamy music, the candlelight . . . It’s a lovely place,” says Janet. Another little place standing modestly amid the more celebrated cabarets on the Strip is the Bublichki, a Russian restaurant beloved by Louis Jourdan and his wife, Quique. “It is almost an exact duplicate of a café called Korniloff’s we used to go to in Paris,” says Louis. “The food is the same—caviar, excellent soup, and skashlik. Quique and I are both very Americanized by now, but we still love to spend an evening in a place with a true Continental flavor.’ Club 47, out on Ventura Boulevard, features some of the best Dixieland jazz to be heard any- where. Jane Powell, who lives only eight blocks away, loves to stop off there with Geary Steffan on their way to her house. A hep pair, they get fine kicks digging the great pre-bop music put out by owners Nappy Lamare and Doc Rando—who were original members of Bob Crosby’s Bobcats. Almost any night you can find big-band person- alities sitting in with the regular band. Barney’s Beanery is a joint on Santa Monica Boulevard with a sawdust-floor atmosphere and good solid food. Besides being attracted by this, Mona Freeman and Pat Nerney love to go there on account of Barney’s collection of old casting directories—great things for settling arguments. “The other night,” says Mona, “while we were checking on Hedda Hopper in the 1925 directory, we came across a photo of Mervyn Leroy—who, it said, was available for ‘city slicker’ roles !” Rory Calhoun and Lita Baron began going to the Café Jay at Santa Monica while she was singing evenings at Mocambo and they’d be spend- ing afternoons at the beach. Jay’s holds only about 20 people and the proprietor makes it his anxious personal business to see that every one of them is properly fed: Lita likes the candlelight and fine wines; Rory is enthusiastic over the steak. “From our table just inside the door,” says Rory, “we get a view of everybody coming and going. Yet, if we want to, we can sink back into the shadows and be quite alone.” Favorite dating-dining spot for Scott Brady and- Ann Blyth is the Tallyho, a hunter-style restaurant on Beverly Boulevard with red-coated waiters. Billy ' Mann, the wine steward, claims he’s the only genuine wine steward in Hollywood and carries the key to the wine cellar on a silver chain to prove it. After dinner in the new intimate dining room, “The Buttery,” Ann and Scott repair to the cocktail lounge for coffee by the glowing fireplace. . . . These, then, are some of Hollywood’s romantic hideouts—essential ingredients in the social life of what is, after all, the most glamorous town on earth. a ANN STO met

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sn et nA a ET Ze ENeaN ETAT. TSOTSI NRE a ae ET TNT ee A NNT A seqirssaeecrenereneresieaeieennene res Or anReN Sas RANT Ashen eeneen pongpnontpoet ection eere em ‘Glenn Ford, the sly @ I’ve never been one to do too much talking. Which is one of my traits that’ll bring Ellie most of her gray hairs when and if she gets them. So, by rascal, has been not being loquacious, I’ve managed to store up a lot of—shall we sayr— “surprises” to hand her someday. For instance, she’s eventually going to learn that she hasn’t thrown away as many things as she believes. Not things of mine, understand. She’s resigned to my mania for collecting all kinds of souvenirs. She gives house-room to cy 5 3 5 such mementoes as a rock I picked up off a rock-pile at a state penitentiary he doesn’t tell his wife. in the Middle West during a visit. (Strictly a voluntary visit!) And she’s But when Ellie finds out patient about the aquarium of tropical fish I brought back from Cuba a few years ago. She’s never said a word about the wagon wheel I proudly brought —she’ll love him just home from the desert one day.. ‘ But she has a passion for throwing away things of her own. I’ve never about twice as much. objected much to that. But guess what she tried (Continued on page 89) matried all these years and there are still things = ae See re Se ==

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ONE-MAN MARSHALL PLAN Hollywood was disturbed when Bill Holden's Brenda went back to the screen. But Bill wasn't—he knew how beautifully the new plan would work. BY IDA ZEITLIN

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@ When it was announced that Brenda Marshall had signed to play opposite Alan Ladd in Whzisper- ing Smith, Hollywood was agitated. “Is Brenda discontented with being a plain wife and mother? | Is Bill sore? How now, Holdens? Quarrels? Separation? Divorce?” You see, Hollywood had had the Bill Holdens neatly catalogued. “They know two careers in a family won’t mix. How sensible Brenda was when she gave up her career for good.’ But Brenda and Bill, patiently denying all the rumors, remained unagitated. They also remained a happy couple—as they obviously were when | i dropped in the other night to see them in the charming den of their new valley home. “Tf you ask me if I’d rather have my wife at home or at the studio,”’ said Bill, “there’s only one sensible answer: At home, of course. Smelling of Chanel Number Five, and ready to enjoy a cocktail with me. On the other hand, I know how she feels, not acting. I had that same feeling myself during the war.” “But I don’t always feel that way,” said Brenda. “Often there’s nothing I’d rather do than stay home and wash windows.” : ~~. Ny ie Lee Saas See We 0 Buns Dae canine Bill handles the dialogue while West, Scott, Deedee and Brenda picture. It’s the story of two young individualists give rapt attention at- one of the Holdens’ nightly bedtime story who, through the flux of eight years, have adjusted sessions. Bill has just completed Sunset Boulevard for Paramount. themselves to their changing lives and times, to a lit EE eae eS - marriage, to work, to children and one another. ee a : The story goes back to the days of their court- ship. Brenda, fresh from the New York stage, had been signed by Warner Brothers. Bill had come from the Pasadena Playhouse to Golden Boy and a ‘Paramount contract. Both ate, drank and argued acting, both were bent on careers, both were wrapped up in the Hollywood dream. Differing in trifles, united by fundamentals, they fell in love and the future lay bright ahead of them. It included marriage, hard work and no more children for at least two years. They were young, they had Deedee by Brenda’s former marriage, and brothers and sisters for Deedee could wait till their prospective parents got more than a toehold on the golden ladder. : Two things changed their minds: (1) separation and (2) terrible parts for Brenda. At first it was kind of a tragi-comedy. They were married on a Sunday in July, 1941, went back to work on Monday, and parted on Wednesday, when Brenda took off for location in Canada. She was gone just over three: weeks, and the day she re- turned, Bill left for 10 days’ location in Carson City. It would have been nice to say hello and good- bye, but even that wistful hope proved a mirage, since she didn’t get in till eight hours after he'd gone. Well, what's 10 days? Merely an eternity to Bill, who is the culinary genius of the Holden family, gets t honeymooners. But they passed, and Bill re- work ona late snack. He's also the chet every Thursday evening 3 es Eitan ey the- cook's night out. Brenda—admittedly—is no Fanny Farme: appeared, rubbing his right (Continued on page 77 |

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LETS NOT TALK ABOUT LOVE Betsy Drake’s career | is looking very forward, but Betsy herself is staying very shy— especially if asked about her heart and Cary Grant. | BY MARY MCSKIMMING . ° : i ; |

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Betsy confers with producer George Jessel between scenes of Dancing On the set of Dancing in the Dark, co-star Mark in the Dark. \n order to do the leading role, the hard-working Miss Drake Stevens and his stand-in Fred Fisher had a fine time had to learn to sing and dance—completely new accomplishments for her. ribbing Betsy about her romance, but she could take it @ The morning of the day Cary Grant was to get back from Europe, Betsy Drake’s short mop of honey-colored ringlets was dress-rehearsed for the role she was about to begin in Dancing in the Dark. ‘ She gazed in the studio beauty-parlor mirror at the sleek creation of upswirling waves and precise curls. “Ts that me?” she said. “Gosh, I—I hardly recognize myself.” “Guess not,” said Irene Brooks, 20th Century-Fox’s hair stylist, proudly. ‘““Wouldn’t know it was the same girl.” Lucky Betsy! -Her best beau coming to town and here she had a beautiful new hair-do. So what did she do? She dashed right home and washed it out. That’s Betsy. As she lathered away the glamor, Betsy grinned down at Suzy, her gray French poodle. “You heard what she said, Suzy. ‘Wouldn’t know it was the same girl.’ We might get down to the pier and have im not know us. Besides, he finds enough to tease us about without us throwing in a la-de-dah hair-do.”’ That’s Betsy. But when the boat docked, it actually was Betsy who didn't recognize Cary. Searching the line of passengers at the rail, she did spot one tall figure who seemed to be wearing a familiar Grant suit. But he was much thinner than Cary—and was, besides, a sort of chocolate brown. It was Suzy who really spied Cary first. She began wiggling joyfully and trying to jump up the boat’s side to greet him. The thin, chocolate-brown guy was Cary. A violently deep tan, acquired in the long, lazy voyage from Lisbon, almost disguised the famous Grant features. As a rest cure following the seige of illness he’d suffered abroad, Cary had come home on a slow Dutch ship that took 40 days for the crossing. . . . Betsy’s the first to admit that Lady Luck tossed her a bouquet of roses when, aboard another ship, Cary asked Merle Oberon to introduce them—an introduction that, as every- one knows, was to lead to Betsy’s starring with Cary in her first film. But strangely, the lucky break almost proved a boomerang. Every Girl Should Be Married was a hit, Betsy was a hit, and Cary and Dore Schary beamed with pride. Romance, though, is a much spicier topic than hard work, so Hollywood placed more and more emphasis on the influence of Cary’s personal interest in Betsy. The boys and girls of the flaming typewriters by-passed the fact that Betsy had earned a right to her role by years of work and study, with a successful stage run to her credit, too. They skimmed lightly over the knowledge that, though a new- comer to pictures, Betsy had turned in a performance that would have won lavish praise for an established cinema queen. Never one to shirk a bout with reality, Betsy faced the issue squarely: She hadn't really proved a thing. There was only one answer. Betsy reasoned: “I’ve got to do something clearly on my own.” (Continued on page 97)

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TEEN-AGE MARRIAGES THAT FAILED star born spouse cence age Joan Bennett 1910 John Fox 1927 17 Cyd Charisse 1922 Nico Charisse 1939 17 - Doris Day | 1924 Al Jorden 1940 i) Deanna Durbin 1923 Vaughn Paul 1941 18 Vero bllen 1925 RobertHightower ‘1942 17 Judy Garland 1923 David Rose iat 18. Aya Gardner 1923 Mickey Rooney 1942 19 | ~ Paulette Goddard 1911. Edward James (1927 16 i Rite Hayworth 1918. _ Ed Judson 1936 17 | | Hedy Lamarr 1915 Fritz Mandl 1932 17 | i Barbara Lawrence 1930 John Fontaine 1947 We | ; Seno Leck 1927. Stanley Reames 1945 18 i | Lana Turner 1921 Artie Shaw: 1940 19 i ' Loretta Young 1913 Grant Withers 1930 \7 | | 3 : = : ‘Ss | | NON-TEEN-AGE MARRIAGES THAT SUCCEEDED ronal Durbin wed Vaughn Baul itera de eae || — ae ce Tet hove matted the fist nek yee eeeeen vii star born _ spouse married —_age eres | | Lucille Ball igi) Dei Amar 1940 29 | | Claudette Colbert 1905 Joel Pressman 1935. 30 : : Linda Darnell 1921 Pey Marley. 1943 2 EO SEs Eee LS : Trene Dunne 1904 Francis Griffin 1927 oa lead to happiness? i ps oa 1912 Pht ties se » Or are they the | Betty Field 1919 Elmer Rice 1942 23 i) ees shortest road to despair? | Ruth Hussey IGi5- Bob Longnecker 1942 27 | «Dorothy Lamour 1914 William Howard 1943 29 Here are the facts : “f Jeanette MacDonald 1907 Gene Raymond 1937 30 | about young Hollywood | Maureen O'Sullivan 19tt John Farrow 1936 25 girls suliomeoultane ) Rosalind Russell 1912 Fred Brisson 1941 29 | . wait to be wed. | Eleanor Powell 1913 Glenn Ford 1943 30 | : Baibars Stanweck 1907: Robert Taylor 1939 32 BY TED WHSON | Teresa Wright 1919 Niven Busch 1942 23

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es ae = a Barbara Lawrence eloped with John Fontaine against her mother's wishes, was divorced less than a year after. Bing Crosby's marriage to Dixie Lee was one teen- . age romance that lasted. On the verge of separa- tion a year after the wedding, they reconciled. Rita Hayworth was 17 and still obscure when she was wed to 40-year-old Ed Judson. ‘He married me as an investment,” she later cried. ~ argument. @ “Bing Crosby is a fine boy as a friend—but married, he and I cannot be happy!” Dixie Lee (Mrs. Groaner) said that. Not yesterday, or last week, but back in March, 1931, when for one full week she and Bing were separated. “We have been married about six months,” she continued, explaining to reporters, “but we have already found out that we are not suited to each other.” How about that? Today the Bing Crosbys are pointed to as one of Hollywood's finer examples of sane, happy, married folk. But at the time Dixie made her statement, she was ready to throw in the sponge. She was 18 when she wed the obstreperous, happy, playboy Crosby, and not yet 19 when she decided, briefly, to call it quits. So they went back together after a lalapalooza of an And only recently Dixie said, “That was the brightest thing little Wilma Wyatt (her real name) ever did!” No such hearty endorsement of the wisdom of a teen-age wife can be uttered in connection with most adolescent movie marriages. The records of Hollywood divorce prove that these early marriages frequently result in more than mere temporary disillusionment. There for all to see is the fact that these divorces often are initial symptoms of tragedy to come—nervous breakdowns, prolonged ill health, search for escape in use of narcotics. Sometimes—yes, sometimes even death! A sensational charge, that—but consider the case of Carole Landis. It is more than idle opinion that events leading up to her suicide began their inexorable march on January 14, 1934, when the doomed actress married at the age of 15. Five weeks later, while still in high school, she sought a divorce. Always a “good egg,” and one of the most delightful girls who ever rose to stardom, Carole was from the beginning haunted by one yearning—the desire for happy marriage. And by one great fear—that she would never find happiness. Three times, thereafter, her heart ruled her head. Between July of 1940 and December of 1945, she (Continued on page 103)

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ED onrp mor ano BLvr In a wild and @ The genius of Betty Hutton comes to full flower in Paramount's Red, Hot and Blue, the best picture that matchless pertormer has ever made. delightful musical Without Betty, the film would still be a bright musical, with funny situations and dialogue and exceptionally clever songs." With Betty, it becomes one of the big treats of the year. Never idle a moment, she plays a light-headed but aspiring actress whose | farce, Betty Hutton commercial ambitions (“I don’t want to be Bernhardt, I just want to be me, with F : ; money!”) are a constant grief to her true-love (Victor Mature), the starving director of is given an ampie an arty little-theater group with which, incongruously, her lot is cast. The plot is centered on her kidnapping by thugs after she happens to be the only witness at a murder. Head oppor tunity to thug is played by Frank Loesser—who wrote the movie’s music and lyrics. (He’s the man to whom the nation is indebted for “Baby, It’s Cold Outside” in Neptune’s Daughter. ) display her great If Loesser ever wants to leave song-writing—Heaven forbid!—he obviously can have a brilliant career as a comedian. and special talents. On these pages, MODERN SCREEN tells the story of Red, Hot and Blue in pictures. Betty Hutton and Victor Mature find their ideals clashing but their affections meshing throughout a riotou s, off-and-on romance. = ES

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1. As Red, Hot and Blue begins, Eleanor (Betty Hutton) is kid- 2. She tells her story. In a flashback, we see her with Danny napped by a gangster (Frank Loesser) who insists she knows who (Vic Mature), director of the little theater group she’s with. murdered his chief. ‘I’m only a girl from Ohio,” she moans. They battle—he's all for Art, while she's for making money. 3. Having breakfast with a roommate (June Havoc), she en- 4. Danny smashes the poster, threatens Baxter. Undiscouraged, counters her press agent, Charlie Baxter (William Demarest), who Baxter arranges a date for Eleanor with Mr. Creek (Raymond wants her to be "Yum-Yum Collier” in a cereal ad. Danny is furious. Walburn), an eccentric millionaire, for purposes of publicity. LU bs q i Ss : eee ~s Mga: & dinner instead of 6. He tells her a producer wants the group to do Shakespeare 5. When Eleanor finally gets him to take her to listening to his ballclub play, Creek's wife appears in the in summer stock, later on Broadway. She's all for Art, now—but restaurant, douses Eleanor. Subdued, she makes up with Danny. then Baxter shows her her name in a gossip column. (Continued.)

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“RED, HOT AND BLUE” IS A BLEND OF CLEVER MUSIC, DEFTLY COMIC DIALOGUE AND ALL-OUT SLAPSTICK. -_ 7. She's delighted and, hearing there's an opening in a musical, 8. Deflated, she goes with Danny to show the Shakespearean pro- makes Danny take her at once to the theater—where, in the ducer the group's stuff. After straight Hamlet, she suggests alley, the managet auditions her. His verdict: “You stink.’ they do their burlesque of it. The producer likes this better. 9. Afterward, Danny proposes to Eleanor and she accepts. But 10. Baxter-has introduced her to racketeer Bunny Harris (Wil- then he tells her she can't be in the Shakespeare play—the liam Tallman) who, posing as a producer, lures her to fis producer wants a big name. Upset, she breaks the engagement. apartment to “read a script.’ Someone kills him from the hall. TI. Police grill her but let her go—her innocence is clear. 12. Danny finds the warehouse where she's being held, again But when she returns home, Bunny's henchmen kidnap her. Before entrance as a piano-tuner. He and Eleanor then defeat the gana she goes, though, she manages to leave a message in lipstick. in one of the most satisfactorily slapstick brawls ever filmec

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eee ea ae a Ee ES, ae oe ee | 2 ses Sry Ana gor LAL4AADA (2608 er ge MODERN SCREEN FAN CLUB ASSOCIATION News: We're just getting under way with a bright, new MSFCA contest with lots of swell prizes to be awarded each month and fun for all. So in order to get things into working order at the very beginning, we've decided to change the quotas of our membership leagues. We think our new system will provide for a more equal division of clubs and will be much fairer to the smaller clubs. Henceforth, League 1 will consist of those clubs having 300 or more members. League 2—clubs with a total membership of between 101-299. And League 3 clubs will have a total member- ship of between 10 and 100. This new system will provide more competition in League 1 where it is really needed and less competition in League 3 where our greatest membership is. This is a wonderful opportunity for new clubs to get into the swing of things, and a swell chance for older clubs to show their worth. We think you'll like our new scheme and we'll be awfully glad to hear from you about it. | Prizes: We'll still have some of those lovely Elgin-American compacts for some of you lucky correspondents, if you hurry and send us some interesting news about your club. They're all finished in jeweler’s bronze and just about the handsomest compact we've seen in many moons. For club editors we have a prize we're sure you'll be mad about. They're little foto stamps, wonderful for your journals or stationery, and we'll be awarding them in blocks of 500 to winning editors. The Amer- ican Foto Stamp Company is making them for us and we'll have them-of any star you want. Winners in our This Is My Best contest have written us rave letters about the Enger- Kress wallets they've received. In all the colors of the rainbow, they're specially de- signed to hold your favorite snaps as well as folding money. Luscious is the only word that aptly describes our Revion's King’s Ransom lipstick set. Seven shades of creamy lipstick with a‘gold holder and all in a black-velvet case. 10th Sem canual ae CUP CONTEST st Lap This Is My Best: (100 points) ‘‘A Pome,” Ruth Kell- man, Arthur Kennedy journal. ‘‘My Favorite Mem- ories,”’ Shirley Baxter, Jack Berch Journal. “Bop Crazy,’ Lee Garber, Alan Ladd Journal (Kee). “Perry and the Pigtails,"” Marie Quick, Perry Como Journal (Staley). ‘’Poem’’ Gloria Veripapa, Art Lund Journal (Sherman ). ‘’Can It Be True?”’ Joanne Okermeyer, Joan Caulfield Journal. Best Journals: ; | (500 points) League 1. Contino-Peck-Melari Journal | TEXTU RE (Diefenbach). League 2. (tied) Jack Berch Journal. | KISSAB LE. | June Allyson Journal. League 3. Dave Willock I Journal. Best Editors: (250 points) League 1. Ruth A saved iy Schweitzer, Allan Jones Journal. League 2. Dorothy KISS COLORS {. Keeps lips soft..anviling® Fenger, Shirley Temple Journal. League 3. Janet E . : Miller, Alan Ladd Journal. Best Artist: (150 points ) i Ras : moist. . Pon Gene Leet deca ord our Best Covers: | Prits your 1IP. ohh kvcon (250 points eague 1. Bariton-y Journal. League TANGEE PINK QueEN—E uts 4 loving 2. Feels just right. 3. Arthur Kennedy Journal. League 3. (tied) Peggy “in tk nimi eo) ALoLa Cl confidence- Lee Journal. Anthony Quinn Journal. Best Cor- \ DS 1e Pa lovelier kisses- ar or run at respondents: (100 points) League 1. Dorothy looks.-+é Q | 3. Does not sme Crouse, Gene Autry Club. League 2. Mary Jane ‘ Grootenboer, Nina Foch Club. League 3. Vivian y—Lush and lus- a the edges. | | Hewitt, Richard Walsh Club. Most Worthwhile TANGEE RED MAJEST man-hunting cious .«- ideal for a on sO. easily.--S° Activities: (250 points) League 1. Jeanette Mac- ~-nette 4. Goes ie quick y: Donald Club (Farrington) (donation to children’s brunette. >. yedder than smoothly.--S* ra home). League 2. Dick Contino Club (Rosenthal) | GEE RED-RED—It s 1 Ke — f ec yil WYNNE) (contribution to Cancer Fund). League 3, Perry : TAN wht red could be--: 5. And it jasts—4 Como (Hoffman) (donation to T.B. society). Mem- you though’ | terical.” ‘ -A.S-T-S ! bership Increases: (100 points) League 1. Mel definitely kisste and & 7 Torme Club. League 2. Dick Contino Club (John- in rs son). League 3. Gene Reynolds Club. Candid hose man needs eet : z Camera Contest: (100 points for first prize, 50 girl whos points for others). Betty Jame Engler, Macdonald s+tle encouragement. Carey Club. Frank Bellinger, Penny Edwards Club. —a litle anything less Kay McGowan, Jean Pierre Aumont Club. Gloria t trust your romance to Martino, Nelson Eddy Music Club. Kathy Camp- Don't an Tangee! bell, Darryl Hickman Club. Margie Hummel, than Ginger Rogers Club. appy medi ium RED—A happ> TANGEE MED um for the

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John Lund’s a nice considerate guy, but he doesn’t fool y] of the house. \ | by aria ul And Marie’s the kind of girl who likes it that way. @ When John heard I was going to do this story, he cautioned me: ‘““Remember now— no build-ups!” “Then shall I tell them you beat me, dear?” “Certainly. Just don’t tell them I’m adorable.” Okay. He’s not adorable. If anything slips in that makes you think otherwise, it’s a typographical error. The man said no build-ups, and he’s the boss. Yep, he’s the boss. Not that he’s bossy. Life with Lund bears no resemblance to Life with Father. My husband is a mild- mannered, considerate man with no yen to dominate anybody or anything. But the fact remains that I usually wind up doing just what he wants me to do. He’s the kind of guy who’s definitely the head of the house. I’m the kind of girl who likes it that way. Not, on the other hand, that I consider men the lords of creation. Far from it. It’s just that I’m highly susceptible to sugges- tions from my spouse. He’s got clear-cut notions, for instance, about what I should and shouldn’t wear. No flat heels. No hats. No make-up. I lke flat heels and hats and make-up as needed. So here’s what happens. We'll be getting ready for a party. John looks at my feet. ‘“You’re not going to wear those, are your” Those are an ele- gant pair of gold sandals with wedges. From the way he says it, you’d think they were boa constrictors. “Why don’t you put on high heels? Your legs look so much prettier.” (Continued on page 107) ~ John (soon in My Friend Irma) doesn't really approve of Marie's whipping up her own clothes—but he cooperates by offering suggestions. Some of them she can actually use!

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Si Guy and Gail are firmly putting their careers before marriage at present. Guy's latest movie is Massacre River, Gail's is Captain China. ud in ili only oul Quel The couple often take to the woods to escape gossif-})) questions about their romance. Guy's taught her hej to hunt (with arrows); she's taught him how to fis

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eo People are always calling me . Mrs. Madison, and men hardly ever call me at all. But, cross my heart— even if only one Guy believes me— I’m not married! | } hi} Once, driving home from a day of sailing like this, Guy and Gail were amazed to hear over the car radio, an announcement saying: | At this very moment, Guy Madison and Gail Russell are eloping!"’ m “They don’t seem to believe me,” said Guy. “You try it.” ! All right, I will. Ladies and Gentlemen, Guy Madison and IJ are not married. And the following is the way I feel about it. I don’t particularly like not being married to Guy. After all, when any Gail meets a Guy, she begins to think in positive terms—not negative. When I met Guy I thought of many things—and kept them to myself. For instance, I thought of the Modern Chinese furniture which Mother had given “me to furnish my apartment. (Now, while I like Modern Chinese very much, it’s not my favorite. I prefer Early American. But Modern Chinese was the decorating theme in Mother’s home.) I thought of the sort of linens I would like (blue—and my mother has just sent me a set including sheets, pillow slips and towels, all in blue and monogrammed with my initials in peach), the silver, the sort of home I would like and its arrangement. I thought of all these things, which shows what effect he had on me. Don’t all girls have such thoughts when they meet someone they like? Or even imagine they could like? After I got to know Guy better I found he had certain plans, too. And since they concerned both of us, I could let him in on a few of mine. I did. Our discussions had to do with our personal lives and our professional lives. It seemed to us that if we con- tinued to like each other we ought to be able to do something about it by such-and-such a time. And we felt like two sensible people when we made this decision. In any other place in the world—in Peoria where my mother and father went together for years before heading for the altar, in Bakersfield where Guy’s par- ents did the same, in Pascagoula, Quebec or Sour- dough, Alaska—in any other place you are permitted to make such long-range plans about so serious a thing as your future together—and to go through with them. But not in Hollywood. We found that out on a Sunday about 18 months ago. Casually dressed (I was wearing shorts), we turned into a drive-in on our way home from Laguna Beach where we had spent the day sailing. Guy ordered hamburgers and malteds for both of us and we sat listening to a radio commentator over our car radio. Our food came. Guy started to drink his malted and I picked up my sandwich. Then— “Exclusive!” came a voice. “At this moment Guy Madison and Gail Russell are eloping!” Guy choked on his malted. I found myself staring at my hamburger and thinking how unlike a wedding cake it looked. On the way home we kidded about it. _ “What kind of an announcement did you send?” I asked. “The usual,” he replied gravely. “With rosebuds on it, pink cherubs and all (Continued on page 91)

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66 WHY DAN DAILEY’S MARRIAGE FAILED over his tragedy he was still on the merry- go-round of his sensational fame; it was still whirling giddily and he couldn’t get off in spite of that jarring jolt. The night before he’d played a police benefit 40 miles away and had crawled home at two a.m.— after a full day’s work on his picture, Rise and Shine. Next day, he was on the set again bright and early. That night he had a radio show. In two years he’s made :six straight pic- tures and six straight hits. Last year he pitched every studio workday of the 365 and most Sundays, too, and his jobs were tough. On top of all that, I've watched this huge-hearted guy knock himself out playing four and five charity benefits a week around town, prodigal to exhaus- tion with his energies, time and talent. A few weeks ago I ran into Dan hustling across the lobby at NBC. I was lined up myself to do a show with him there. “See you in Studio B,” I called. “Wait a minute!” Dan yelled, “Which show is that, Hedda?” He dug into his bulging pockets and fished out four scripts. He was on four different programs that night! Dan Dailey’s top man at 20th Century- Fox today. Businesswise, he’s asked for nothing, griped about nothing, flashed no more temperament than a turtle. He’s stayed grateful and glad about every part he’s played. And once when I pointed out to him that Fox had $10,000,000 worth of pictures stacked ahead for him to do, Dan said eagerly, “I hope I make every one of ’em, too: If I can just keep on rolling like this, Pll be happy as a clam!” Happy? Those words must ring hollow in Dan’s generous ears by now. And yet, they may, someday, have real meaning again. That is, unless he’s already lost more than his wife, unless the tide of his great Hollywood success has Dan floun- dering in deeper water than I think. Un- less he can’t take being top man at Fox and a bright-lighted box-office bonanza. Unless this domestic blue note is the open- ing bar of that old, old Hollywood refrain. Me, I’m just crazy enough to say I don’t (Continued from page 31) think so. I know I’m sticking my neck out at this point in Dan Dailey’s defense, but that’s an old habit of mine and I couldn’t extend it for a nicer guy. I like him, you see, and well enough to sing out of tune. And one of the main reasons I like Dan is because he’s honest—even when the raps must hurt. He told me right out, “I left Liz alone. I was thinking of myself first. I wanted success above everything and I got it—but I made Liz pay.” That’s talking like a man, and that’s the way Dan Dailey has always talked to me. A few weeks ago, before one little straw of Dan’s broke the camel’s back of his home life, I asked Dan over to my house expressly to see for myself and for Mop- ERN SCREEN how he was taking his amazing fame. I’d heard the double-barrelled erack of shots sniping at the friendly, long-legged hoofer’s success. “Come in and sit down, Dan,’ I greeted him. “But don’t sit by that window! A brick might come flying through. You're getting more vulnerable every minute:” And I wasn’t exactly kidding, either. The bigger Dan Dailey gets, the better target he makes. Right now his family explosion makes him fair game. But this was before that happened—and he’d al- ready sampled what he was in for if he made a false move. A newspaper gal had sniffed growing incompatibility at the Dailey’s (they’d faced the problem twice before and had patched up for another chance because of their baby boy both times), “Come on, confess,’ pressed this lady reporter, “don’t you and your wife ever fight?” “Oh sure,” quipped Dan, “I beat her one week—and she beats me the next!” Well, that’s almost a stock vaudeville gag about marriage. But it was Dan’s bad luck that this babe was just waiting for a quote she could set a dynamite cap to. She wrote the item straight: Dan Dailey beats his- wife—practically like that—and when Dailey saw it he couldn’t believe it. A radio chatterbox grabbed the ball from there, ran up and down the field blistering his microphone about that wicked wife- \ : "Four widely-scattered singles, MODERN SCREEN please.’ beater Dailey’s shame! Dan’s thoughtless glib tongue so often gets him in Dutch, es- pecially when there’s the suspicion of fire, behind his smoky wisecracks. “Dan,” I told him, “don’t you know! you're the bull’s eye now? For gosh sake, when you crack wise put labels on ’em! Say ‘that’s a joke, son’ or something te protect yourself.” But Dan Dailey’s not the type to protect himself—that way. Maybe that’s why I'm’ such a sucker for a guy who admits his faults and failings and stands ready to take the consequences, why I think he’ll never phony himself up a la Hollywood, even though his big foot may slip many times again. “Remember last fall when they wer saying you were passionately in love with another man’s wife, Betty Grable?” I re- minded him. ; I thought that’d certainly make sparks fly from Dan Dailey's red head. He just shrugged. “Sure, I heard that,” he said, “and I wai sore at first. I went right in to see my boss, Darryl Zanuck, and told him what I'd heard. ‘Dan, look, he said, ‘When any- thing’s as silly as that, there’s only one thing to do—forget about it.’ That's what I did.” “Didn’t you mention it to Betty Grable? I asked. “Of course,” he said easily. “I calle her right away. I said, ‘Have you ever heard anything so utterly stupid _in you ife? “ ‘No,’ she said, ‘I haven’t.’ “I asked her what she wanted to d about it. Betty said she’d like very mue to tell ’em all to go to blazes, but thi might not be sladylike. But wh bother?” Dan shrugged again. i true Betty Grable and I have a wo derful time together. We're the best friends and we've hit it off right from the start. DI’ve never known anyone as gen- erous and considerate; there’s not a shre of Hollywood hooey anywhere around her She’s a breeze to dance with, act wit sing with. Ive always admired Baie Grable, but if I’m gone on anyone in that family it’s Harry. I’ve been a fan of Hi James and his horn since before he ves with Benny Goodman back in 1936. I to drive down to the beach when his band played there, just to listen to him toot and beg him to let me sit in at the drums. But there’s something else about that which everyone seems to have overlooked: Tm pretty crazy about my own wife.” so many confusing things about Dan complex make-up:. |S His generosity and frankness, his sel- fishness and thoughtlessness. His naive sp uncaginess. His vagueness. His lack ol x understanding of his new big-star impor-| ) tance. His complete devotion to his job. |; Now let’s look at Dan Dailey’s marriage a and see what was wrong with it for a guy) \ like that. Briefly, ’'d say Dan Dailey mar- Th ried the wrong girl—and vice versa, though she’s beautiful (Dan thinks she’s} the prettiest he’s ever seen), sweet, pee th and fun. | wy Dan fell in love with his wife, Elizabet a the first time he saw her. He was sho ing his horse in a ring out in the in ae an That was Dan Dailey talking only a few} ” weeks ago and it shows so many things %0 Fernando Valley one Sunday and a Ho sitting in the stands kept pulling his eyes| ‘ her way. By the time Dan won his ribbon | jj, the pretty girl was talking to someone ht) , introduction | \y, Turned out he knew her dad, who kep} ;ij knew so he promoted an

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his horses at the same stable where Dan kept his. “I asked her if she’d like to go riding some time,” Dan relates. “She said ‘yes’-— and that was it.” Elizabeth Hofert was a Pi Phi co-ed at USC at that point. She’s five-feet-four, blonde and pretty. The war kept them apart for some time but the minute Dan graduated from Officers’ Training School at Fort Monmouth, New Jersey, he took his shiny shavetail bars West to marry Liz. Not long after, Dan went off to Italy and the wars. Liz sat it out alone, like any war bride, for months and months. Then one day Dan was back and she thought things would be different. Now was their chance for the fun together they’d talked about, dreamed about, wrote about in V-Mail rolls back and forth across the Atlantic. The dreams didn’t come true. Dan Dailey was back and busting to make up lost time in something besides mar- riage—show business. Elizabeth nursed no such strange fire. Dan—vwell, it was bred in his bones. He says simply, “I’ve been at it all my life; I couldn’t stop if I had to.” Dan’s relatives, Dan Dailey and Lucy Dailey, were famous Broadway. names. His mother was an entertainer. Dan’s been through the rough-and-tumble ham- and-egging that young stage-struck per- formers seldom have the guts to get now- adays. He’s a hoofer grad of the five-a- day circuits—burlesque, vaudeville, night clubs, marathon dances, carnivals, road shows—even summer stands in the Cats- kills. He’s forgotten more buck-and-wing, cane-and-straw-hat off-to-Buffaloes than glamor dancers like Fred Astaire and Gene Kelly ever knew. Dan knew Gene when he was a “gyp” around Broadway, hunting any kind of job. He helped chorus boy Van Johnson land his first Broadway job. Dan made Broadway, himself, at last in three musicals, Babes in Arms, Stars in Your Eyes and I Married an Angel. He was playing the last one on tour in Los Angeles when Billy Grady, MGM's talent chief, caught him at the Biltmore Theater and signed him up. He started his movie career at $225 a week. Dan’s making more than $2,000 now. He didn’t get that way sitting around the house. Elizabeth was helpful and she tried to understand. There were confused and un- certain times at first when it looked as if Dan would go on playing gangster bits at MGM forever. He and Liz lived in a one- bedroom Hollywood apartment. They moved to a small Toluca Lake house’only when Dan III announced he was ar- riving. Night they moved in, their baby arrived. By now, the tot is almost two years old and Dan claims he’s already taught him to sing “Clancy Lowered the Boom” and go into a whirlaway dance routine that has a split for a finish! It goes without saying that Dan’s wild about his boy. spoiled vacation . . That's what kept them together when Dan’s ambition was making his wife a show-business widow. But Liz is not an actress, and doesn’t want to be. She did want a husband whose life she could share. | There wasn't enough of Dan’s left. There’s always been a phone call or a wire or something to break up everything they’ve planned to do. Liz and Dan were up at Lake Arrowhead, for instance, when a mighty important one spoiled their va- cation. They were up there with Dan pac- ing the pine needles restlessly, ducking the Hollywood people who were asking him, “What you doing, Dan?”—because he was tired of answering, “Nothing.” That was when he was hanging around MGM on a -war-interrupted contract with no job in sight and a half-hundred MGM stars—also back from the wars—on the list ahead of him. Liz was just settling down to getting acquainted with her husband, enjoying horseback riding and the water-skiing they both love, when Al Melnick, Dan’s agent, rang and broke it up with, “How'd you like to make a picture with Betty Grable?” “How would you?” cracked back Dan bitterly—and hung up. Dan figured that was no time for comedy. Only when Al called back and talked fast did he convince Dan his big break had arrived at last. The Daileys’ delayed honeymoon ended right there and then. Of course, Liz couldn't have been happier for her ambitious guy— but she couldn’t realize what that big-time break would do: take him away from her, every bit as much as if a seductive siren had grabbed his heart. I’ve been an actress myself and I can understand Dan Dailey’s dilemma—also Liz's, because I’ve been a wife and mother, too. I have no quarrel with Dan Dailey as a trouper. On the contrary, I have only admiration. He has humility and grati- tude—which is very refreshing, believe you me, in a town crawling with Big I-Am’s. The first time I ever quizzed Dan he tossed his credit sheets everywhere pretty as a picture! | shirley temple on the october cover of modern screen on sale sept. 9 but at himself. Dan had champed at MGM bits—when he could get those—for eight years. I expected him to be bitter as gall about that wasted time. He almost bowled me over by saying: “I learned a lot there, Hedda. I got some wonderful training and some great advice. I still drop in and see my friends, George and L. K. Sidney and Louis B. Mayer—all the gang. They were swell to me, fair and helpful, and I’m grateful.” I can’t help admiring an actor who points out the incredible Hollywood fact that he got some help along the way! Showing how wrong a Hollywood proph- et can be, Lamar Trotti, who produced Mother Wore Tights, told Dan’s agent, Al Melnick: “I like Dan in this picture all right—but I don’t know what he’ll find to do around here after this.” What Dan found to do after Mother Wore Tights was Give My Regards to Broadway, You Were Meant For Me, When My Baby Smiles at Me, Chicken Every Sunday, and Yowre My Everything—just as fast as he could. They made some important gold for 20th-Fox and they made Dan Dailey— with an Academy nomination as_ best actor of the year to prove it. On the heels of that great honor, Dan got a vacation, his first in three pictures. He didn’t share that with his wife, Liz. He went to New York with his agent to see his family and—you guessed it—to do shows, personal appear- ances, and keep right on chasing that career of his. That’s my indictment of Dan—the same true bill he slaps dismally on himself today: He’s guilty of consis- tently forgetting his own partner in life. It’s mighty convenient for busy hus- bands—whether they’re in a studio or the stock market—to take a wife for granted and, when they do have a chance to relax, grab it selfishly without a thought for who’s sitting alone. fine but wobbly .. . “Doesn't Liz like a good time, too?” I - shot at Dan. “Why sure—she loves it,” he said. “Only we never had time to have them together.” “Whose fault was that?” “Mine,” said Dan. And it surely was. His intentions, I’m sure, were the best— but wobbly. That night when he came to my house a few weeks ago, Liz was up at Lake Ar- rowhead hunting a house for the summer. Dan had come back from his New York holiday expansively satisfied that his ca- reer was under control. Liz, as usual. optimistically believed she’d see her hus- band for a while. When she left for that mountain-cabin hunt, Dan told her, “Get a small- one, no guest rooms. We don’t want a lot of drop-in guests up from Hol- lywood. Just us.” He was to go up the next week and give it a preview, family style. Instead, Dan went off again to New York. His studio asked him to take on a bond drive tour. “Sure!” said Dan. He was gone five days, worked like a beaver and had the time of his life, without a thought in his head about Liz and their plans. When he came back, he found that was one trip too many. There comes a time. That was when Liz told him flatly and finally that she was through—and left. “I can’t live like this forever,’ she said. Unless Dan’s fooling me pretty badly. neither money, women, nor high life have turned his Irish head. If Dan had stuck his neck out stupidly that way, I’d be the first to whack it—and as hard as I could. But the only slight splurge I ever noticed Dailey indulge in was a new Cadillac he drove up to my house one night not long after he hit it big. He caught my awe- struck look and enjoyed it. I knew how he felt and I thought it was swell. Dan had dreamed about owning that Cadillac for years and years. I was glad he had it at last. Incidentally, that little episode is as pure a picture of one Dan Dailey as I know, a big kid with hon- est weaknesses and a burning desire to get the things he’s never had—like Cadil- lacs and big-time show business fame. But I think he prizes them too highly. And I think, too, he’s paid too high a price. Dan’s precious career is still ahead of him and I’m not looking for him to knock over any more hurdles. Yet he'll find it different running the race alone—the trophies will be tasteless without someone to bring them home to. I think he realizes that now. But I’m not certain that, being Dan Dailey, he could do a single thing about it—even if he tried. He blames Dan Dailey, sure, but at the same time Dan blames what he loves best. “It’s the penalty of fame,” he told me gloomily, “and you can’t win. You can’t have everything.” No, you can’t—in Hollywood or any- where else—and I’m afraid that’s the les- son of life Dan Dailey’s learned the hard, heartbreaking way. Something had to give. But I wonder if Dan will ever con- vince himself in the years to come that what is left is worth what was lost? THE ENpD

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Early fall accessories are beginning to steal the show in your favorite shops. Even though you may consider it much too hot to try on wool suits or dresses, you can begin to collect the belts, bags and gloves you'll want the minute Labor Day is over. As, for instance, the super tweed bag and shoes we show. Or consider the latest in necklaces—open-at-both-ends chains to knot and let dangle. Or a scarf in au- tumn colors; or—but you take it from there. For where to buy, see page 75. 1. New tabbed white cotton shortie glove; many fall colors. By Hansen. $2. Available Sept. 1 at Stern’s, N. Y. 2. Tweed’s terrific for fall accessories. Brown tweed: bag meant for suit you'll be buying. By Ingber. $7.95. 3. “Portrait of Jennie” seal on a watch-fob chain, to knot at throat. Gold finished. By Agnew. $6 plus tax. 4. 36” silk square East Indian scarf— cravanetted to keep your hair dry in the rain. A B. & G. Creation. $3. 5. Marilyn Maxwell wearing the turn- about sweater on page 69 as a cardigan. By Featherknits, $4.95. 6. Dashing tweed pump to match tweed bag shown above. Low calf col- lege heel. About $10. By John Filautt. 7. Slim tubular leather belt with tiny flat buckle to point up your little waist. All colors. By Criterion. $2. 8. Elizabeth Taylor, next in MGM’s “Conspirator,” wears pert fall hat. Eliz- abeth Taylor hat by Cinderella, $2.95. 9. Black cotton shortie gloves, etched with white stitching. Also white, brown, chamois, beige. By Hansen. $3.50. 10. Wonderful gold-finished chain with Middlesex medal on one end, Heron medal on other. By Agnew. $6 plus tax. VW. Black suede barrel with bright red lining, gold pin fastening. Pin is at- tached to suede ribbon. By Kadin. $7.95. 12. 36” silk crepe square scarf in an adorable “house and tree” print. A B. & G. Creation. About $3.95.

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new undies 1. Nylon bra with nylon em- 2. Firm but light nylon bra, with broidered net and rayon satin. a divine uplift. By mar-cro. $1. By LovaBLe. $1.50. Figured nylon Sculptured pantie girdle of pure girdle. By YOUTHCRAFT. $5.95. latex. PLAYTEX LIVING GIRDLE. $3.95. | 4. Nylon taffeta plunge bra, with 5. Nylon multi-filament lace slip, \ elastic band. By PERMA-LIFT. $3. sheer nylon embroidery at bod- |} ' Nylon petticoat with wide lace ice and hem. White, green, lark- \ flounce, beading. By yosir. $5.95. spur blue. By stRUTWEAR. $6.95. | h 7. Photo at left: Strapless nylon deep-plunge, with sheer net half-cup. by coppess. $3.50. For where to buy all these undies, see page 75.

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3. Nylon slip etched with nylon lace. Moulded bodice, gracefully swinging skirt. Pink, blue, nile, maize, or- ‘chid, white. By miss SWANK. $4.98. 6. Nylon bra, adjustable front hooks to separate and support. By RENO, $3. Nylon halfslip with cocktail slit, lace, ribbon bow.-By Fantasy. $3.95. DEAUVILLE SET, with the exclusive Picture Frame engagement ring, $275. Bride's circlet, $175. Groom's ring, $24.50. Prices incl. Fed. tax i When the man you love says, “Darling, you uill marry me, won't you?” it’s the moment that means—for always. Sometime, around that moment, some- one is going to buy a diamond ring. But how can you be sure you are choosing wisely ? By doing one thing. Look for the name ARTCARVED inside the ring you buy. That name stands for America’s oldest and largest ringmaker and diamond cutter. GOWN BY HATTIE CARNEGIE He brings you fine diamonds never before worn—performs and controls every step in the making of an ARTCARVED ring, from the rough diamond and molten gold to the finished product. This complete control by ARTCARVED craftsmen results in sav- ings which are passed on to you in better values —better prices. Genuine ARTCARVED rings are registered and guaranteed. ARTCARVED diamond ring prices start at $75 — wedding rings at $8. Ask your jeweler to show you the name ARTCARVED* in the ring, on the tag. free! ‘How to Select Your Diamond Ring,” a new illustrated booklet. Write to J. R. Wood & Sons, Inc., Dept. S-7, 216 E. 45th Street, New York 17, N.Y. Rings enlarged to show detail * Trade Mark Reg. Ay tear ved DIAMOND AND WEDDING RINGS - NEW YORK - LONDON « AMSTERDAM - ANTWER

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2. Triple-strapped d flat in velvety black Norzon i —for tailored clothes. i By Suzies. $4 new velvety shoes What are good little 4 shoes made of? These good Hl little shoes are made of Norzon . . . and that’s i news. Norzon looks f like velvet—feels like suede— fi j 1. For a big night— and wears like anything. F te lush velvety brown plaiform a Na sandal in Norzon. Walk in it, dance in uy | By Mary Lou. $4 4 i | it, date in it—Norzon fights ) } i Wh off that beat-up look { Hh ... resists scuffing and shining. f H S 4 a The cute styles it comes in—stay cute! For where 4. Grecian ankle strap sandal. Black, brown, to buy, see page 75. green, red Norzon. Darlin’s by Rex. $2.95 square perforations. } Black, green, wine Norzon. | By Suzies. $4 / | 3. Open wedge sandal with | modern screen fashion §

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WHERE YOU CAN BUY ODERN SCREEN FASHIONS vices On merchandise may vary throughout country) Turnabout sweater worn by Marilyn Maxwell, color photo (page 69) | _ Los Angeles, Calif—Foreman & Clark, 7th & Hill Sts. "New York, ‘N. Y.—Stern’s, 41 W. 42nd St., _ Fashion Basement ' Philadelphia, Pa—Lit Brothers, Market & _ 8th, Sportswear Dept., Subway Store ie White tabbed glove New York, N. Y.—Stern’s (available Sept. 1) Washington, D. C—Woodward & Lothrop . Tweed Handbaa write: Ingber Brothers, 347 Fifth Ave., N. Y. 3, Necklace with "'Portrait of Jennie’’ seal = York, N. Y.—All Peck & Peck shops 1 Wie te on pages. 70-71 East Indian pent scarf ‘New York, N. Y.—Gimbel Brothers ‘. Tweed Shoe Write: John Flautt Shoe Company, @ Lynn, Mass. 1 Slim tubular leather belt - New York, N. Y.—Stern’s, 41 West 42nd St. Pert felt hat worn by Elizabeth Taylor Philadelphia, Pa.—Gimbels, Market & 9th Black shortie glove New York, N. Y.—Stern’s (available Sept. 1) ‘Washington, D. C.—Woodward & Lothrop 10. Necklace with Middlesex and Heron medals New York, N. Y.—AIl Peck & Peck shops 11. Black suede barrel handbag with red linin New York, N. Y.—James McCreery & Co., 5th & 34th 12. House-and-tree print sca i New York, N. Y ee eels, 33rd St. Undies on pages 72-73 1. Embroidered nylon net bra | New York, N. Y.—Blackton, 398 Fifth Avenue | and all other Blackton shops is Figured nylon girdle New York, N. Y.—Arnold Constable, Sth Avenue & 40th St., Lingerie, 4th Floor 2. Nylon bra ‘ _ Boston, Mass—Gilchrist’s, 417. Washington Street, Corset Department, Basement Fi Playtex living pantie girdie — : - Boston, Mass. an Marsh Company, 2 Washington Street, Notions Dept., St. Floor New York, N. Y—Macy’s, Herald Square, Corset Department, 2nd Floor 3. Nylon slip with nylon lace New Orleans, La—D. H. Holmes Co., 819 j é Canal St., Lingerie, 2nd Floor 4. Nylon plunge bra Chicago, Mlinois—Mandel Brothers, 3rd Floor _ Nylon half-slip with beaded face trim _ Pittsburgh, Pa.—Gimbel’s 5. Nylon slip with sheer embroidery trim Minneapolis, Minnesota—The Dayton Ca. New York, N. Y.—Blackton’s, 398 Fifth Ave. 6. Nylon bra with adjustable fron? c closing _ New York, N. Y.—Blackton’s, 398 Fifth Ave. _ Lace and ribbon trimmed nylon holf-slip _ New York, N. Y.—Oppenheim Collins, 33 West 34th St., Lingerie, Main Floor 4 " Philadelphia, Pa.—Strawbridge & Clothier, Market & 8th ayes Lingerie, 4th Floor . Strapless nylon plunge New York, N. Y Me eakcin Collins, 2nd F1. Sn eee Moron —s on bare 74 14H platform sandal « Gaieanus Ohio—Boston Store Co. ‘Paledo. Ohio—Kobacker Stores, 408 Summit ea strapped fiat | Ses Maryland—Wilmer Shoe Stores \> wedge sandal with square perforations- Pe wieee. Maryland—Wilmer Shoe eens 4. Ankle strap Grecian sandal _ Wilkes-Barre, Pennsylvania—Fowler, Dick & Walker, 17 S. Main St., Downstairs Square Dance Dress = \page 76) _ New York, N. Y.—Bloomingdate’s, 59th and ‘§ Lexington, Economy Dresses, 2nd Floor ~ Portland, Oregon—Meier & Frank Company, 621 Southwest Fifth Avenue, All Day Dress Dept., Fourth Floor How to Order Modern Screen Fashions (1) Buy in person from stores listed. | (2) Order by mail from stores: listed. | @) Write Connie Bartel, Modern } Screen, Box 125, Murray Hill Sta- tion, New York 16, N. Y.—for store m your vicinity. who dowsst Like a, ; neaseloy Feder Base/ » + dives a soft, natural finish! Protects? Here’s delicate new flattery for the skin that doesn’t like a heavy foundation! A sheer, greaseless powder base that holds powder beautifully—never gives a coated, ‘‘made- ” look! Before powder, smooth on a satiny, protective film of Pond’sVanishing Cream. The snowy-white cream disap- pears instantly. No oily shine. Nostreak- ing or discoloring! Your make-up looks fresh and natural—clings longer! oy LMinste Mosk .... sour “before make-up beauty lift” To look your loveliest, “‘re-style”’ your complexion with a 1-Minute Mask of Pond’s Vanishing Cream. Just slip lavish fingerfuls of the fluffy, greaseless cream over your entire face, except your eyes. “Keratolytic” action of the cream loosens flakey skin and dirt particles. Dissolves them off! After one minute, tissue the mask off. Your face looks waked-up . . . clearer - . . even lighter! And much smoother for make-up. Un. Crwellivs “Pond’s 1-Minute Mask is the perfect complexion ‘lift’ before make-up. And Pond’s Vanishing Cream for base onderbilt O,, makes powder go on smoothly, and stay fresh-looking.”’

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r ONE-MAN MARSHALL PLAN (Continued from page 53) | side. “Acute indigestion,’ he explained. Two days later he lay flat on his back in | a hospital, minus his appendix. Convales- | cence was pleasant, for Brenda’d finished her picture and danced attendance. Every | once in a while she'd rub her right side. “T’ve got a pain here.” “Sympathetic reaction,” Bill assured her. “How painful can sympathy be?” In the end, she was X-rayed. “Your | wife,” the doctor told Bill, “has acute appendicitis.” | “Quit playing games!” he roared. “We’ve been married two months, and I haven't seen this girl!” They sent him home, changed the sheets and stuck Brenda into bed. Things had | barely straightened out when Pearl Har- bor Day dawned. Soon afterward they i went to Washington for the President’s Birthday Ball, and parted again—Brenda | to New York for personal appearances, Bill ' back to’ Hollywood for another picture. e finished on April 15th. On the 17th | —his birthday—he enlisted in the Army. Whatever wry humor the situation may have held now faded out. For eight months they didn’t see one another. With Bill making a private’s salary, it | seemed sensible for Brenda to work. And work would have helped fill the emptiness of his absence, except that they kept on handing her stinkeroos. Out of 14 parts, | she hated 11. The golden future darkened ‘to a dismal series of studio battles and suspensions against the ever-present back- ground of personal heartache. At last she couldn’t take any more, asked for her re- lease, and flew East to Bill. | Returning to Hollywood, Brenda signed with 20th Century-Fox for Paris After Dark—and discovered a week later that she was pregnant. Everyone at 20th was having babies that year, so she didn’t tell them until production was over. Peter Westfield—called Thumper before his birth because he kicked so hard, and Westing- house later, because he rumbled like an icebox—made his appearance on Novem- ber 17th. (At five-and-a-half, he’s known as Wild West.) from hunger . . . Changing studios failed to change Bren- da’s luck. With the baby born, she re- ported back to 20th. They had news for her. “We'd like you to do a musical. Something for the boys.” “We-ell,” said Brenda, “it’s a lovely thought—only I can’t sing or dance. I’m just an actress.” Another suspension, and out of a job again. Columbia offered her a contract, but she’d been twice bitten now and was contract-shy. “If I don’t take it, ’m a elhat pig, ” she wrote Bill. “We need the money.’ “You do as you please,” he wrote back. | So she ‘turned it down and when they were flat broke, made a quickie at a minor studio that she’d just as soon forget... . | Those were the war years. In October, 1945, Captain: William Holden was dis- charged from the Army. In a way, the }| year that followed was the toughest yet. |For 11 months Bill drew his salary at Par- amount, and did no work. Being paid for nothing may sound like a sweet way to live. It isn’t. To an actor, its the sword of Damocles over your head. Bill’s last picture had been released in 1942. The || War was one thing. Sitting out your con- tract and watching fat parts go elsewhere was something else again. Dear Ruth was [35 to Bill in more ways than one. It saved him from a case of desperation. | | Pe Mee a “Darling - sss it’s a Keepsake!” How proud the girl who wears this ring that tells how dearly loved she is ... a Keepsake, most treasured of all diamond rings. To be sure your diamond is the very finest value, be guided not by size alone, but by Color, Cut and Clarity. These three qualities determine the true value of your diamond as well as its beauty and brilliance. By the name “Keepsake”, these qualities are as- sured. Remember, if it’s a Keepsake, the name is in the ring . . . so, on the day you choose your diamond, let your Keepsake Jeweler be your trusted guide. Prices nationally established to $5000. For the name of your nearest Keepsake Jeweler, call Western Union by number and ask for Operator 25. All rings illustrated available in white as well as natural gold. Rings enlarged fo show details. Prices include Federal Tox. Amsterdam Antwerp FREE... ara OR 4 Rtrunp re Guararoed by @ PD oe Housekeeping wras ADVERTISED wee Ferosake ESP: RINGS A. RODNEY Ring 100.00 Wedding Ring 50.00 B. COURTSHIP Ring 450.00 Wedding Ring 125.00 % Man’s Diamond Ring 125.00 Available at $75 to 250 to match all engagement rings C. WILLOW Ring 250.00 Also $100 to 2475 Wedding Ring 12.50 Home Office — Syracuse, N. Y. Keepsake Diamond Rings, A. H. Pond Co., Inc. 120 East Washington, Syracuse 2, New York Please send the useful 20-page book, “The Etiquette of the Engagement and Wedding, illustrations and prices of Keepsake Rings, and the name of my nearest Keepsake Jeweler. Also send information about the beautiful new 48-page “Bride’s Keepsake Book.” together with

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Meantime, little Scotty had been born in May, and Brenda seemed quite content to stay at home. The separation, the fears, the loneliness had left their mark on the girl of a few years before, to whom a career had been so important. Now it was enough that she and Bill and the children were together. Producers would call, and Bill would hear her on the phone: “In- terview? Thanks a lot, but I’m not inter- ested.” This would please him mightily. Yet sometimes Bill would have qualms. Bren- da’d been so crazy to act, he didn’t want her frustrated. “Now that the pressure’s off and I’m back on the job, why don’t you get an agent and do a picture?” “Maybe I will.’ And back she’d go to her housework and gardening. Bill in his wisdom had left the door wide open. She could always step out and back into her career. That’s how matters stood when the phone rang one morning. It was Bill Meiklejohn, Paramount’s casting head. “Brenda,” he said, “you haven’t made a picture for six years. That’s too long! Want to go back to work?” “Doing what?” “A Technicolor Western with Alan Ladd, called Whispering Smith.’ - Bill was making The Man from Colo- rado at Columbia, but she finally got him on the phone. “It’s Technicolor, Bill. I think I look better in color than. black- and-white. The role is a married woman in her thirties, and that’s for me. Besides, with Alan Ladd, how can you lose?” They’d been telling me the story to- gether. Now Bill picked it up. “First thing I asked her was, ‘How much money can you make?’ She told me. It wasn’t hay! And here’s where I’d like to make one point very clear. We have three chil- dren. You've got to put money away for those kids. You also need adequate space for them. Our old house had two bed- rooms. We were negotiating for a new house. In fact, we’d about decided to go ahead, but with tremors. The tremors grew less when I heard what Ardis could make.” (Youll have to get used to this Ardis-Brenda routine. Her real name is Ardis, and Ardis she remains to Bill and their close friends.) “And don’t think,” she cut in, “that I didn’t play on those tremors. What’s a new house with old furniture in it? We planned to buy nothing new till we could well afford it. Now, I told Bill, we could at least afford to start.” “So we started,” Bill grinned. “You’re sitting on a chair that wouldn’t be here if Ardis hadn’t worked in Whispering Smith.” The picture was a lovely interlude for Brenda. She and Bill would gulp their morning coffee together, and follow each other into town. If he finished first, she’d find him waiting in her dressing room. They'd follow each other home, jump into showers, have dinner on trays, then go up- stairs and rehearse for the next day. busy beaver .. Brenda revels in domesticity. Feels it’s both her business and pleasure to keep the home fires burning. Bill’s working his head off. It’s a far cry from the days when he chewed his knuckles, waiting for a part to show. Now, if he sliced himself in two, there still wouldn’t be enough Holdens to fill the demand. With actors crying, “No work!”, Bill’s made a round half-dozen pictures this year. Ordinarily, he thinks, that would be too many. But having been off the screen so long, he’s catching up. More important is the mounting variety and stature of his roles. Twentieth Cen- tury-Fox borrowed him to do Apartment for Peggy. People say—and I mean peo- ple, not press agents—that if The Dark 78 Past had been released ‘in time, he’d have copped an Academy’ Award nomination. Now, having finished Miss Grant Takes Richmond for Columbia, he’s slated for Brackett and’ Wilder’s Sunset Boulevard on his home Paramount lot. And to play the lead in a Brackett and Wilder film is the gold ring on the merry-go-round. They don’t belong to the Mocambo crowd. Life revolves around home, fam- ily and profession. But it’s not a narrow professionalism—“not just being an actor,” says Bill, “following certain patterns set by the town. I love the whole business. I’m an officer of the Screen Actors’ Guild, and Ardis is just as concerned with those problems as I. She’s a very helpful girl. Pretty too. Always pretty, even first thing in the morning.” “You should see me in winter, when ’m wearing one of his T-shirts for warmth!” “Then she’s cute. Looks like she’s en- tering a bob-sled race at Saranac.” They kid about this, but in earnest. Bill can’t understand the curler-and-mudpack type, nor why a woman should let herself go, once she’s got her man signed, sealed and delivered. Neither can Brenda. “Es- pecially when he’s working all day with the most attractive girls in the world.” Meantime she works with hoes and shears and Snarol, waxes and polishes. LECCE e A Fra “| wish | had their recipe—I can never get a pie to turn out light and fluffy.” “‘Tll be at the windows, with a bandanna round my head, looking like the devil. Along comes a sight-seeing bus. “Here’s where the William Holdens live,’ yells the driver, and some tourist yells, ‘Who's that there? She looks underpaid.” Come late afternoon, Brenda tracks the kids down, corrals them, bathes them, polishes their shoes for school next day. By the time Bill gets in, they’ve eaten and are busy with the television set. And a smartly-groomed wife, smelling of Chanel Number Five, is ready to enjoy a cock- tail with her husband. Except on Thursday, the help’s day off. Give Brenda a house to clean, and she’s in her glory. But give her an egg to boil, and she’s through. Certain situations have to be faced. Some people are color-blind, and Mrs. Holden can’t cook. She’s tried her honest best, and she still can’t cook. If the cook’s left a Pyrex dish of stew that needs only to be heated, she eyes it bale— fully. “I know I’m going to burn it,” she mutters—and she does. For lunch, she feeds the kids canned soup and raw carrots. “Health food, that’s what they need.” Thursday’s the only day she believes in health food. Thursday night agreed. Never again will Brenda be tied “In a way, it fractures me. There I am at the studio, knowing our poor little chil- dren won't eat till Daddy gets home. In another way, it builds up my male ego.” One Thursday night he dashed home to|| 1: find their radio man—come to do a job. on the sound machine—bending over the | ,; broiler. ie “This is terrific,” said Bill. “How did,| {a you get roped in?” 4 “Mrs. Holden asked, did I know a good | (; formula for hamburgers.” 3] yo ’ “A formula! What’s it supposed to be—| | pablum?” Ju “So I said I’d fix ’em. Got kids of my! |r own. They’re crazy for hamburgers toa ... These are well seared now. Only take | ; another five minutes.” 3 Brenda’s voice floated down from above) “Surprise, darling! Mr. Kepler’s cookin; the hamburgers.” 1 “T know! He gave me his formula.” no more hassle . . So she can’t cook. But she sails through the dishes like a breeze. Bill settles for that. ; You feel a serenity in Brenda, a sure- ness in Bill, a sense of love and stability between them. You feel that all problems (including hamburgers) have been settled, i and will continue to be. 4 On one essential point they’re firmly to a contract, which might separate them as it did before the war. “A contract,” she says, “is Ulcer Alley. I've had my fill o it. Why go through that awful hassle} si when life’s so wonderful this way?” Bill feels no concern over any mo job she may take. “I know her too we Through six lean years and two good ones $ she’s proven time and again what come with her.” | ‘T love acting and always will,” sat Brenda. “But for what you get, you've go! to give something else up. How can yot weigh a career, which lasts just so long against the enduring values of marriagt and children? You can’t.” S} ay In their still half-furnished living roon hangs a lovely Paul Clemens portrait o Brenda and the children. It’s the resul} tan of a vacation Bill didn’t take, and is a king) ji; of symbol of family solidarity. 7) Recently Bill caught a glimpse ahead 0} j 10 days between pictures, and cuddeal felt he had to get away from it all. Tet} q lovely lazy days at Acapulco—just he ant Brenda and the sun and the sky.... They started planning. Till Bill re membered the Clemens portrait they% “But. it’s your vacation, Bill. You nee} of; the rest.” 9) tole “T can rest in the backyard. I’d rathe} wn have the portrait now—before the chil she dren grow older.” | Si The job was commissioned and done} ji Bill spent his holiday in the backyard, ant) img went in every now and then to look 4/\, the painting. Count the minutes of Jo! 3 he’s already drawn from it, and they adi | th up to a lot more than 10 days. hd “Not to mention the years ahead,” sail Bill. “Ten years from now, what woull| th. Acapulco mean? Not a thing. On the othe} ») | hand, Deedee’ll be a young lady, West’ voice’ll be changing—even Scotty’ll be BP] () his teens. But I’ll still be able to look 2/1, those cuties in the picture.” ) “Hey,” cried Brenda, “you left one of out! What’ll Momma be doing?” | thre His eyes crinkled. “Waiting for Popp} ii, to come home and cook the hamburgers, }/ THe ENp tray

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JUDY'S ALL RIGHT! (Continued from page 37) prescription: “Rest, rest, and more rest.” And you have my word for it that she was resting. A lot of rumors in the news- papers had her dashing down to New York for a weekend of play-going, or visiting friends at fashionable beach resorts on Cape Cod and Long Island. I can assure you that such was not the case. “I am not rushing things,” said the new Judy, who heretofore has rushed things all her life. “I remember too well what hap- pened to me two years ago when I went to Maine for a rest, and came back too Hedda Hopper reported that tragic story in “Breakdown,” in the November, 1947, Moprern ScrEEN—Judy’s divorce from Da- vid Rose, her marriage to director Vin- cente Minnelli, her gruelling work schedule that kept her going almost up to the moment of daughter Liza’s birth, and her return to the grind before she had re- covered her strength. It’s true that the trip to Maine did avert the dreaded breakdown—but, as events have shown, it was not enough. Soon Judy was working her legs off matching the polished perfection of Fred Astaire in Easter Parade. She plunged into radio, matching tunes with another perfectionist, Bing Crosby. She began work on the songs and dances of Annie Get Your Gun—a staggering job, as Ethel Merman of the stage version can tell you. burning the candle... That was when she began fanning the flames of her double-ended candle to make them burn brighter. Tense and high- strung, she would return from the studio unable to sleep. Sleeping pills helped at first, but after a while they took their toll on her work the next day. To counteract this, she began taking the tablets that were used by wartime air pilots who had to stay awake during long-range bombing mis- sions. The result was that between trying to sleep and trying to stay awake, the time came when Judy could do neither at the right time. \ Mr. Alsop, who was with us during the interview, added another point. Himself a veteran actor, director and producer, he could speak with authority. “The prepa- ration for a singing, daneing and acting role such as Judy has always played,” he said, “calls for three times as much work as a plain acting part. The physical en- ergy burned in learning a dance number is unbelievable. Worse, dancing builds up a lot of muscles that interfere with sing- ing, so these muscular tensions have to be overcome. And finally, you have the strain of sustaining the dramatic intensity of the role during the weeks it is before the cameras. . . . My wife doesn’t see how she does it,” he added frankly. Since his wife is Sylvia Sidney, another widely-experienced hand at show busi- ness, the tribute to Judy’s terrific vitality is of more than casual significance. But enough analysis of water that’s over the dam. Let’s take a look at this new Judy. With the full approval of Judy’s doctor, the interview took place in a corner suite on the ninth floor of the Ritz-Carlton Ho- tel in Boston, overlooking the historical Commen. Judy was. wolfing her third meal of the day—codfish cakes, which are as much a part of the traditional Boston menu. as baked beans. Her delightful three-year-old daughter, Liza, fresh up from her afternoon nap, sat on the floor immersed in the problem of opening a draw-string bag. Mr. Alsop was listening pas the four-to-one favorite over all omething ondertul Ww | New Woodbury Teuider makes my Skin look Sati, Smoath |" There is something wonderful in New Woodbury Powder—a new ingredient that gives your skin a smooth-as-Satin look. And Woodbury shades are just a glow of Satiny color on your skin—richer, warmer, they give none of that obvious “powdered” look. New Woodbury Powder is finer-blended than was ever before possible. And the subtle, exciting fragrance clings as long as the powder. See for yourself why women from Coast to Coast voted New Woodbury leading face powders! 7 glow-of-color shades, 15¢, 30¢ and $1.00 plus tax. says GLORIA DE HAVEN co-starring in Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer’s “SCENE OF THE CRIME”

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“They couldn’t have separated at closer quarters,’ says Alsop enigmatically. Mr. Alsop happens to be also the manager and personal representative of husband Min- nelli. Somehow, between the adjacency of | Judy’s and Vincente’s dwellings and the {| | “L dress coincidence of their sharing a most diplo- matic manager, I gathered there was no reason to accept their separation too se- riously. - Minnelli is another who has never sold Judy short, and his words of advice on the more serious phases of acting are now getting her close attention. The stage is beckoning. London wants her, either at | the Palladium or in a revue. If they get ‘her, it will not be for lack of some highly competitive bidding from the New York stage, but because Judy is anxious to see more of the world. Boston has stimulated her interest in history, and now she wants to follow through. What kind of a role does Judy see for herself? Singing is so much a part of her, she cannot see herself working without | music for a while. But how about Judy | as the adult, sloe-eyed enchantress, Mag- nolia, in Show Boat? Or singing Mary Martin’s role in South Pacific? I’m not saying Judy has her heart set on those roles. I’m pointing them out as the type | of part she sees for herself in the future— parts calling for all the superb acting tal- ent of which she is capable—and of which she shows flashes even in light roles such as she has in In the Good Old Summer- time. As I looked at her, so. poised and re- laxed and charming, it seemed incredible that this was the Judy who, nervous and more than a little irritable, had fled Holly- wood a few scant weeks before, convinced that her career was in ruins. Now she knows that if she had not left when she did, she might really have ruined her ca- reer by exhausting that last slight reserve | of nervous energy that is proving her sal- vation. Her outbursts of temperament— | call them tantrums if you will—were the | poppings of Nature’s safety valve, and they sounded their warnings in time. Now, refreshed by long hours of sleep that would be continued until her reser- voir of energy was at flood, she had found herself again. More mature, yes, and more thoughtful—and to have gained those at- tributes out of her past troubles is to have redeemed far more than was lost. There still remains the problem of the Great Suspension and the little matter of Annie Get Your Gun. Judy was not up to talking business, but there were some clues as to which way the wind was blow- ing. For instance, Metro was showing a right fatherly concern over Judy’s rest, and the telephone calls she had been receiving from her bosses could hardly be called stern and disciplinary. In fact, they added up to something mighty like “Get well, 7, “For the business world—a chic black suit—its jacket sporting an unusual com- bination of brown on black—its skirt slim and straight. And, of course, I rely on gentler, more effective Odorono Cream. Because | know it protects me from perspira- Judy, and come home. All is forgiven.” And she will be coming home again— the old Judy, clear-eyed, and vital. Judy’s | all right! THE END tion and odor a full 24 hours!” New Odorono Cream brings you an im- provednew formula. So creamy smooth too —even if you leave the cap off for weeks. MEET THE AUTHOR George Scullin was born in St. Paul, Minnesota, grew up there and entered journalism in 1930. After working on a number of Middle Western newspapers and being a staff writer for several radio stations, he moved to New York in 1936. There his jobs on various well-known periodicals have included an associate editorship of Fortune and the editorship of True. His articles have appeared in an impressive list of national magazines. During the war, Scullin served as a navigator in the Air Transport Com- mand, flying runs over the North and the South Atlantic and the Hump. New Odorono Cream saleQ, Slops perspirGlion and odora fue 24 frours! the theater....at : 8 o'clock im the morning: } WoO / 2. “For the Broadway whirl—I remove the jacket and add a gleaming satin waist- coat and feather. I’m confident of my charm all evening, too, thanks to new Odorono Cream. Because I find it gives me more effective protection than any deo- dorant I’ve ever known.” Tt never harms fine fabrics, and is so gentle you can use it right after shaving! You'll find it’s the perfect deodorant. (Now in new 25¢ and 50¢ sizes. plus tax)

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Five minutes later I was phoning my mother, and all I could say was, “Mrs. Harry James talking, Mrs. Harry James talking, Mrs. Harry James talking” —like a stuck record. * And now we've just marked the sixth year of our wonderful marriage. There was something very special about this anniversary: It was the first one we’ve spent together—every other time Harry’s been on the road. Being together was all the celebration we needed. We don’t make a big produc- tion of anniversary gifts. Harry always loaded the house with red roses, but lots of times he has been playing some little town where he couldn’t find any other kind of present. I’m not crazy about jew- elry, which makes it hard for him. Not long ago he gave me a gold chain with a gold poodle on it, and I do love that: But aside from that, the only jewelry I us- ually wear is my wedding ring and my wrist watch. I do, however, really go for furs—and Harry came up with a blue mink this year! He’s worse than I am to buy presents for. He’s got a bunch of watches, and doesn’t use any. He’s got six lighters and I don’t know how many tie clips. Ill be beat- ing my brains out for an idea, and all of a sudden he'll say, “I really need some new shirts.” Fine, I think, the man needs some new shirts. Then, a week before his birthday, he’ll go out and buy them. Or a week before Christmas, he’ll stock up on Argyle socks. Makes me so mad! The ranch helps out though, as far as presents are concerned. From time to time, we'll give each other a horse. so darn sweet... Naturally, the high spots of our mar- riage have been Vicki and Jessica. Harry was here when Vicki was born. I was pretty uncomfortable, but I honestly think it was harder on Harry. He’d have done anything, only there was nothing he could do. Till an idea hit him. Sud- denly he said: “Excuse me,’ and went out and came back with about 16 cross- word puzzles. . I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. If he’d brought me just one! But no—a whole pack of them! I remember wonder- ing, “How long does he think I'll be here?” But I never let on, because I could see just how his mind worked. Being des- perate to get me something and know- ing I loved crossword puzzles, he felt they’d please me more than flowers or perfume. It was so darn sweet that, feeble though I felt, I even tried to do one or two, to show him I appreciated the thought. When Jessica came, he wasn’t here. He’d arranged his tour to be back in time, but Jessica came about five weeks early. I'd promised him this one would be a ballplayer, and I must say I was disap- pointed at first. I'd been dying to tell him, “Tt’s a boy!” But it was Mother who broke the news, anyway. She talked to him right after the baby was born, because I was in the operating room for nearly three hours. Then, as soon as I got down to my room, I talked to him. If it-had been a boy, I'd have come right out with it, loud and clear and joyful. This way I said, “It’s a girl, you know.” Almost as if I were apologizing. But he didn’t care. “Why d’you think I had the name Jessica all picked out?” he cried. That was Harry’s choice entirely. He thought Jesse James was such a wonder- ful name, especially for a little girl. Well, I like Jesse with an e but not with an ie. So we call her Jess or Jessica. With no middle name. Vicki’s is Elizabeth, after me and my grandmother. But Jessica James just sounded right, with nothing in the middle to break it up. * co To me, loving someone makes you want to make him happy. I’ve always tried te fit myself into Harry’s way of life, and it’s been easy. Harry’s a very easy person to live with. He’s got a heavenly disposition. Any problems that come up, we straighten them out together. Our only problem that’s ever amounted to a hill of beans is my being in the movies. Harry’s never said, “Don’t work”—but I know he’d be better pleased if I didn’t. He’s not the least bit impressed with being married to a movie star. I can understand that. Harry’s ideas about women are very old-fashioned. He doesn’t care about seeing his wife in the limelight. But he’s understanding, too. He knows I enjoy making pictures, so he won't ask me not to. What really griped him at first was the Betty Grable thing. It shouldn't have, because his name is as big as mine, if not more so. But the fact remains that it made him uncomfortable. It made us both uncomfortable. I’d squirm when people would introduce me as Miss Grable in his presence. When they’d call up at home and ask for Miss Grable on the phone, I'd always tell the help to say, “Do you mean Mrs. James?” ° Even at the studio, where I naturally expected to be called Grable, my chair is marked Bretry JAmEs. And there’s one di- rector who always introduces me as Mrs. James. I never asked him to, he just sensed that I liked it better. Somebody'll come up and hell say, “This is Mrs. James.” It gives me a nice feeling. It’s as it should be. As Mrs. James, I’ve got a husband, two children and a house to look after. That’s my job. The studio doesn’t enter into our home life. Once that door closes behind me, my work’s shut out as if it didn’t exist. We not only don’t discuss it, it’s never mentioned. As I said before, Harry’s not interested in my being a movie star, so why bore him with chit-chat about what happens on the set? It’s not as if I helped to keep the wolf from the door. He pays the bills, like any business man who’s married. I could retire right now and live very comfortably for the rest of my life. Which is just what I plan, when my danc- ing days are over. I have no ambition to be a dramatic actress. No, we don’t have any movie talk round the house. But music—that’s another story. I love to have Harry bring his test rec- ords home, so I can hear them. He puts them on to see if they sound all right, or if he wants to make changes here and there. I guess I’ve got some old-fashioned notions myself. I feel very strongly that the man of the house has a right to bring his work home and talk it over with his wife, and expect her to sympathize and understand. If Harry were a broker and §} said, “I had a terrible day at the office, J I sold 10 shares when I should have bought ||

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_ them,” I’'d make it my business to find out about shares. Even if I hated music— though who could hate music?—and want- ed to go lock myself in a room, I'd never let him know it. I think it’s up to me to be interested in Harry’s career. I don't think it’s up to him to be interested in mine. Maybe that’s not modern, but that’s how I feel. And maybe this sounds corny, but— well, there’s nothing in Harry I can find to criticize. To me, he has perfect taste— in clothes, in music, in people, in be- havior. I trust his judgment more than my own. Which is why I get nervous when he comes over to the set. I’m afraid he may think that what I’m doing isn’t good. Nobody makes me self-conscious at work but my husband. So I’m just as glad, when he does have time off, that he’d rather play golf or take in a ball game. Maybe twice while I’m on a picture we'll have lunch together, and that’s it. he's the tops... Because I respect his taste so deeply, he’s naturally influenced me in lots of ways—bhbroadened my knowledge of music, changed my mind about people. If we argue about something, Harry can always explain to me why he feels as he does. I can’t. Harry makes good sense, so gener- ally I come round to his way of thinking. Which doesn’t mean that the James boy can’t change his mind, too. Like the time I got a bright red car. “That's Hollywood,” said Harry, who hates anything flashy. So do I, for that matter, but I hadn’t thought of it that way. I just liked the color. Well, a couple of weeks later, he said, “Come on out, I’ve got some- thing to show you.” And there in the drive stood my husband’s car, painted red. “It’s a pretty shade, isn’t it?” I said. He grinned—and we let it go at that. About the children, we’ve never had any difference of opinion. I’m the one who’s responsible for their day-by-day routine. Harry’s the one who takes Vicki to the circus. We don’t worry about when they’ll start piano lessons and so forth. Vicki's five and Jessica’s two. We enjoy their be- ing five and two, and the future can wait until it gets here. We give them all kinds of love and at- tention, but we don’t spoil them. When I say, “Vicki, it’s time to go to bed,” she says goodnight and goes—even at Christ- mas, when people are over and she’s hav- ing such fun playing with her new toys. Sometimes I’d like to say, “Oh, well, you can stay up a little longer.” But I don’t. I think that’s indulging yourself and harm- ing the child. If you stick to your word, then you don’t get the tears and tantrums and the business of having to drag them upstairs. At least, that’s how it is with us. Vicki’s always been a happy child, and so is the baby. I’ve never really had to discipline or spank them. Though, if it were necessary, I’d be the one to do it, not Harry. He’s gone so much, I’d hate to have them feel he came home just to spank them. When he’s away, I don’t care about be- ing with a lot of people. Once in a while some friends’ll take me to dinner, or have dinner at home with me. But not because they think, “Poor Betty’s going to be lone- some—let’s whip up an evening for her.” They know me better than that. Of course Tm lonesome, but I don’t get frantic over it, or wonder, “Oh, what'll I do tonight?” Maybe I’m just lazy, but I’d rather eat dinner with Vicki, watch the television set, and climb into bed with a book at 9. When I’m working, I’ve got to be in bed by 9. Working or not, I prefer to be lonesome by myself instead of having people trying | to entertain me and get my mind off Harry’s being away. I miss him terribly. 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Then one night, towards the end of our conversa- tion, he said, “Betty—I wish you’d write me a letter.” “But, honey—I’ve told you everything. There’s nothing left to write.” “All the other fellows get letters from their wives. When I go to the desk, there’s nothing for me.” “But the other fellows don’t talk to their wives every day.” “Well, you could at least get a big piece of paper and write ‘I love you’ on it, and send it. Just so there’s something for me at the desk.” Naturally I couldn’t have poor Harry standing there, and the clerk shaking his head. So ever since, when he’s away, I’ve been writing him about three times a week. And three times a week he calls early, so he can talk to Vicki. When Harry’s home, we live just.as quietly. If he’s working, he’ll be on his feet for four solid hours. Right now I’m making Wabash Avenue, and my day runs from 6 to 6. With a schedule like that, you just want to relax at night. But even when we're free, we don’t do much run- ning around. I’ve never had a lot of girl friends, and Harry’s never had a lot of buddies. In his business you work with people, and then you don’t see them again for months. We have our own group of friends, and we’re comfortable with them, and don’t feel the need for making new ones. Harry’s a shy person. So am I. I have a terrible complex about going to parties and walking into a room and meet- ing strangers. We’d rather spend our spare time with each other and the kids. never a bored moment... Of course, Santa Anita’s a ritual. When the track’s open, we get up in the morning, get dressed, and we're off to the races. At night we just sit around. Maybe Har- ry ll watch a ball game on television, and I'll read a book. Sometimes friends’ll drop in for cards. But it’s never this thing of, “T.et’s run here, let’s go there, let’s call the gang up and ask them over.” When that happens to people, I think it’s often out of sheer boredom. Ive never been bored for a minute since my marriage. There’s no restlessness. We love our life. There’s nothing else we want to do. Maybe some day we’d like to travel. But we don’t feel we just can’t wait to scramble on a boat and go see Europe. We can wait very nicely till the kids are old enough to enjoy it with us. I’m not saying we never go out nights. But only if there’s a ball game we really want to see, or a band we really want to hear. And if the music’s good, we’ll dance. I’ve been asked how it feels, as a profes- sional dancer, to get up on a public floor, with people watching. The answer is, I don’t look around to see if they’re watch- ing or not. If they like the way we look, fine. If they don’t, fine. I enjoy watching good dancers myself, but not to the point of fascination. That’s why I think nobody’s that way over me out there on the floor. If they were, it would embarrass me. | SAW IT HAPPEN When Marsha Hunt was making @ personal appear- ance here in Can- ada I went to see her. After the per- formance I went to the stage door and waited for her. In a few minutes, Marsha es came out and as she started to sign my autograph book, a middle-aged couple came around a corner of the building. “Are you that fancy movie star who’s sup- posed to be in town?” the woman asked. Before Marsha could answer, the man spoke up, “Of course she’s not, Ma. Look how pretty she is. You know how awful those movie stars look off the screen.” “Oh, yes, of course, Pa,’ said the woman turning away, “Sorry I bothered you, Miss.” And as they both scuttled away Marsha and I dissolved into helpless laughter. Beverly Matlin Winnipeg, Man. Canada Apart from each other and the kids, our big interest is the ranch. At first it was just a pleasure thing—a place to ride and cavort through the hills. Thers Harry thought, why not get some brood mares and start raising? So now it’s developed into a breeding farm, which my father manages. We go out there weekends, and every other chance we get. It was quite a thrill when Sociable, our two-year-old, won at the Golden Gate his third time out. You know, if you own a mare, and the mare has a baby on your ranch, you get breeder’s stakes in addition to your purse. We've had five baby horses this season. Of course, they won’t get to the races for two years—but we love the whole idea, and not just for thrills. I al- ways feel that, when I’m through in pic- tures, the ranch’ll be right up my alley. I’m not the type that likes te lunch at Romanofi’s and spend the afternoon play- ing bridge. To me, that’s kind of a waste. Td rather sink my teeth into something that shows results. And believe me, you can find yourself plenty of bother when you've got a lot of stock to take care of. Besides, I’m just plain crazy about horses, and so is Harry. And we're going to live where our horses are. About six months ago we sold our house, which was too small after Jessica came, and rented this one, expecting to build on the ranch right away. But we found we needed more property first—flat ground where the mares and their babies can run, and where we can set up a half- mile training track. Once that deal goes through, we'll build us a rambling stone- and-frame house in a ranchy sort of style. Harry wants one huge room with a lot of stone inside and a big stone fireplace— the kind of room that'll hold a pool table and a shuffleboard and a television set. Anything Harry wants, I want. If I didn’t, I’d say so. If I said, “Look, honey, I don’t think that pool table looks so well in there,” we could get together on it. But what’s the way a room looks, compared to its comfort? By January the place ought to be in shape, so we can move the whole shebang over there. That'll be the James home for good. That’s where we hope to spend our golden anniversary. THE END (Betty Grable is currently in The Beau- tiful Blonde from Bashful Bend.)

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a y HOW PHONY CAN YOU GET! (Continued from page 34) ‘| { Dick grinned. “I’m not!” he called back. | “A heck of a guy you are,” Bill Smith muttered to him. “What do you want to do—disillusion people?” The boys in the publicity department still laugh over their first experience with the “cold, ruthless, conceited killer.” Dur- ing his first interview, Dick behaved like a mobster who’d been warned that he’d be | bumped off if he talked to the D. A. When ! the ordeal was over, his hands trembled violently as he lit a cigarette. Perspiration glistened across his forehead. “IT don’t think I can ever go through that again,” he said. “Whew!” “Scared, huh?” “You can say that again,” said Dick. “Thank heaven it’s over.” “Over?” The publicists laughed. “Why, | this is only the beginning. You’re in Hol- lywood now.” | But Dick Widmark has still not taken, to put it mildly, to being interviewed. Writ- ers who've tried to manage vivid explora- | tions into his private life have come away : « \ saying they’d rather tangle with such \\ ii _ notoriously mum characters as Gary Cooper or John Wayne. And so, in trying to “set to him,” writers have given up the effort of attempting to find something about his real life appropriate to the “killer” light in which the publicists first pre- | sented him. Instead, the writers have | gone to the other extreme: They’ve por- trayed Dick as a shy, mousey type who’s content to sit back, take what comes along \ ~ x \\\ \ XA \ —\ CALLED ON ACCOUNT OF MUD When Dick Widmark was in high school, he played drums for a time in a pick-up band at small local dances. He and his pals would take turns borrowing family cars for transportation. One night, Dick wheedled his dad’s brand new sedan for a dance 20 miles away. It had been raining hard, which turned the road into a sea of mud in places—particularly in that place where an enterprising farmer had dug a special mudhole from which he pulled bogged victims out at $15 a head. When Dick and his orchestra col- leagues hit the hole, the new car prompt- ly sank in up to its fenders. When the farmer “just happened by” with his team of horses, they couldn’t raise the $15 among them, so they simply hooked a ride and left the car stranded. By unusual coincidence, Carl Widmark chose that time to say to a friend of his, “Dick borrowed the car tonight to play a dance date. Why don’t you get your car out, and we'll take our wives over and watch awhile.” The “old folks” too came to the mud hole. ‘“Whaddya know!” the elder Widmark declared. “There’s a car just like mine. Brand, spankin’ new and sunk up to its ears. Hate to be the guy who owns that.” They got out to look. Widmark found § SEND $1 WITH COUPON — PAY BALANCE out that he owned it. 1 OF DOWN PAYMENT AFTER EXAMINATION “Pil never forget that night,’ Dick U | vemembers. “We were playing our idea tL. W. Sweet, 25 West 14th St. (Dept, D6) : I of a hot version of ‘Penthouse Serenade’ ' Newer? a Neo SaaS | when I looked up and saw Dad crossing I Price $. . After examination, | | |! the floor. I never did finish the number. ‘ agree to POS pa eaveE Gall ond reduired i / ;, on ereafter unti Ih Father and son had g pee long talk— u eiereeulalt etn selection and you will refund ® | with no emphasis on the nice... From imyadollare ; e e | |. there on m, 1 haven’t ever had to figure ' NAME ' | f long when deciding whether my QUES y ADDRESS MAIL ORDER DIVISION FINLAY STRAUS, INC. | : or personal obligations came first. i CITY. STATE } 25 W. 14th St., NEW YORK 11,N. Y. Dept. D6 | j ee ee | 85 |

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Even Director Hathaway must have felt this way, for at one point, when Hathaway thought Dick was doing some action too fast, he shouted: repair the NICE WHISKERS Not long ago, Dick Widmark went East for a personal appearance tour. Coming into New York on the Century, he overslept, and jumped out of his berth only when Grand Central Station was announced. In his haste to get a fast shave, he dropped and broke his electric razor in his compartment. As he hit the Pullman corridor, feeling tough and looking like a gangster on the lam, his path was blocked by a studio publicity man. “Hold it, Dick!” he said. “Wait until the people get off. You'll be mobbed.” “Look,” said Dick. “I’ve got to get somewhere and get shaved.” “What for?” the man cried indig- nantly. “This way, you look right in character. This way, you look just like Richard Widmark !” “No, no, no! Good Lord, man, slow down that yackety-yak—you’re driving me crazy!” A hush fell over the arena, its lower seats jammed with 400 extras. Killer Udo would have giggled and proceeded to destroy Hathaway on the spot. Mouse Widmark would have curled up and begged every- body’s pardon. But Richard Widmark— well, he said calmly; “Mr. Hathaway, you don’t have to yell at me. If you’ve some- thing to say about my performance, take me to one side and discuss it with me. But please don’t shove me around. I don’t need a job in pictures that bad.” Hathaway, the hard taskmaker but also an understanding veteran of many fine pictures, smiled. Then he apologized. Dick Widmark, neither a conceited killer nor a mouse, has been that way since he was a little shaver. “When I w a kid,” he recalls, “my family moved fre= quently from town to town because of Dad’s business. Every time we hit a new place, my brother and I were a couple of pint-sized strangers. We practically had to fight our way in. You know how. it is with kids, and how clannish they are.” So wherever the Widmark brothers went, it was “two against the mob.” Finally Dick’s father, Carl Widmark, grew weary of the battles his sons were constantly get- ting into. He bought a pit bulldog named Scrappy. Every morning the _ bulldog walked the kids to school. Every after- noon he was waiting at the schoolhouse to bring them home. Scrappy, with his fa- natic loyalty, had them frequently in hot water with his eagerness to take the seat out of the pants of any kids who tried to muscle the young Widmarks around. “Tt’s a wonder,” says Dick, “that some- body didn’t slip Scrappy a poisoned dog biscuit. But he lived to a ripe old age. I’ve still got his collar around somewhere. I saved it because Scrappy never cared who was right or wrong. He was for us.” Let’s take a closer look at the ‘“con- ceited” part of the killer tag. Conceited? Of course Dick Widmark isn’t—any more than he’s got an inferiority complex. 1 | | His head is today the same size it was when he landed in Hollywood. For those who may think that as time has gone by,| he’s been edging toward association with! the top upper crust of Hollywood, it may) be pointed out that Dick has more excuses! for dodging social events than a woman) has for buying a new hat. And as for| money, Dick is not impressed. Even be-| fore he came to Hollywood, he was earning| fat chunks of the stuff. Nowadays, what, with the increasing bite taxes have taken) | out of his increasing paycheck, he figures) he’s doing only about as well as the day|} Hollywood beckoned. if People are forever being cynical about §j; the effects of fame on their old acquaint- | ances. Sometimes, though, it’s not the, actor but the old acquaintance who comes up with a stuffy attitude when they meet’ again—as Dick found out when he re-| cently made a trip back to his old stamp- | ing grounds. p | “T ran into a guy I used to know,” Dick; tells you, “who now is doing very well_as’ the proprietor of a store. Wed never)§; been very pally, but here I was, all ready}! to be nice and friendly. He wasn’t. “Well, Dick, he said, wearing his ani-! mosity in his voice. ‘I guess you're too!! much of a big, tough, ruthless movie char- acter to think much of Main Street now.’|} “TI told him it looked just as good to me! as it ever did. Only maybe I didn’t smile|| when I answered his remark—as he hadn’t; when he made it. So I’m positive he’s been going around saying, ‘Ba-ruther, did that Widmark get a swelled head in Holly-. wood. He says this town is terrible!” It’s probably going to take some time, for people to get focused on the real Wid- 9. mark. Right now, they’ve got firmly in BE NONCHALANT They were shooting a scene for Dick Widmark’s Kiss of Death in the Tombs, that big, gloomy prison in New York. The cameras were trained for action when a huge, real-life murderer was led by. Without warning, the man wheeled around, a razor in his hand, slashing wildly. Guards leaped to one side, reaching for their automatics. The movie crew ducked wildly. For a moment, pandemonium broke ioose. One guard was seriously wounded, another slashed across the face, before the prisoner was finally- subdued. As the movie-makers came out from cover, an assistant director called, “Wid- mark-—are you all right?” “Certainly!” said Dick—who, while the melee raged, had remained calmly leaning against a nearby corner. “I guess I was the safest guy in the place.” Obviously he had been. Throughout the little riot, Dick had been locked be- hind bars in a cell. their sights one or the other of the two phonies. : t The other day, Dick received a letter'} from an earnest lady who wrote: “I think |} it’s a shame the way they make you play) those rough, brutal characters when every-|) body knows that really you’re just a sweet, | | shy, retiring, polite man.” } On the other hand, the same mail brought} him a letter from an inmate of a famous prison. “I been thinking,” the inmate} wrote, “that after being a dirty crook all! my life and thinking I was a right guy, I am really as big a stinker as you are, Maybe I’d better go straight when I get out of here.” THE END | (Read the screen story of Richard Wid-} mark’s new film, Slattery’s Hurricane, in} the September ScREEN STORIES.) if

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| PRIDE OF THE IRISH | S\\ T'S NEW! IT’S EXCITING! (Continued from page 39) i But I have to go to work some mornings at five-thirty, and I do need my sleep. Wouldn’t they be just as pretty if you had them stuffed?”. Or: “Now that we’re neighbors, Mr. Crosby, I wonder if you'd mind putting muzzles on those blankety- blank birds’ beaks? After 11 o’clock, that is?” But when she met Everett that morning the conversation, somehow, was a bit less | eloquent. “Hello,” said Mr. Crosby, wav- ing cheerfully, as he headed his car into the road. “Hello,” said Maureen. “Ah... hello.” And she watched him disappear in the direction of Stone Canyon. * x, LIFE-INSURED FOR 1 YEAR, #4 » ee ee et Rayon and Nylon combine in this lovelier, Well, nothing ever was said to Bing’s : é brother abode his peacocks. Now, le oy longer weaning, taster-duying) crepe, ; years later, they don’t bother Maureen a es ; ? : By famous Stardust in tailored, lace trimmed i i otra 3 if bit. She just sleeps peacefully on through | their squawks and screams. : Today all is fine with the family that “ : E i lives othe house on the hill. Bronwyn’s me ; : iat sever twists) segs Or aides up: ' eroup is a thing of the past, and she’s NYLON seams, double stitched. shooting up faster than Will’s prize camel- lia bushes. She’s four-and-a-half now, or fagotted styles ...with costlier 4 gore cut | and is as big as the average child of eight. LOOK FOR 5 ; ee i But since her mother was five-feet-seven Stardust ensational value! i ‘before she was 12, the Price family doesn’t : i think Bronwyn’s height is worthy of com- SLIPS 1 ment. Visitors do comment on her good UNDIES i looks, her bronzy hair and her violet-blue t eyes. A bright kid, she can name every BRAS ai state in the Union and the products and GIRDLES \ | industries of each one. Maureen taught i} | her with the aid of a cut-out map, Bron- GARTER BELTS | wyn learning her geography by fitting the & BLOUSES I pieces together. She goes to pre-primary school at Marymount, and she utterly re- fuses to wear slacks, jeans or other male attire. “I’m a girl and I want to dress like one,” she says firmly. | | international house . . . il i | | Will is a Southerner. Maureen (sur- prise!) is Irish. So it’s to be expected that touches of Mississippi and Eire mingle in their home. They both like the slower tempo of living for which their birthplaces are renowned, and they’ve brought their heritages right into their house and gar- den in little, unexpected ways. For instance, their wrought-iron stair- way and balcony and their formal patio are strongly flavored with the South. Ire- land is represented in the dining-room by an exquisite Georgian table which came from Slane Castle—Maureen got it at an auction on her recent trip to Hire. ... Two es > ! | additional pieces are still missing—small oy Classics y S ; ; fa pales ere saat into the big one, or can inest suede finish. Wear ‘em Za \| e used as buffets. Every time she goes : ‘eT r 4 5 ; | iil back to the old country, Maureen is Be fom dann o ne op oy : : | per riined Ho stalk through antique shops Sees) ey ro:lrlUrlrmrmCmrmrr——O—O—PEPnh until she finds those missing parts. Then | Sizts. j <4 t0. 9 medium width De : SPERAL 7 Black, | lack, brown, green she'll start-looking for matching chairs. .. . Over the dining-room fireplace is a huge gilt American eagle, silent symbol of the blending of their ways of life. Maureen’s spacious living room has twin coral-red couches drawn up on either side of the massive fireplace. A startling, ef- fective painting hangs over the mantel, depicting a Negro legend. The black-and- gold of the picture becomes the focal | point of interest in the room. Low tables hold vases of flowers grown by Will. Red i camellias glow in sunny nooks. Large : 4 windows open onto the terrace, and _be- KILTIE | yond is the secluded patio with its high Black, brown, green | white wall. _ kPloid, Witte faces) || . Their terrace is their favorite spot in . | the whole scheme of house and garden. y Here are low coffee-tables and polished { bamboo furniture loaded with bright i cushions. The place is just made for those | Special informal gatherings that occur most ° PORAD 8 1712 Yale Ave., Seattle 1,Wash,, Dept. D92 Send_—____pairs "Softies" at $2.99 poir, COLOR COLOR Style First Choice | Second Choice Size Width Address. City —________ Zone State. Send check or money order ond = Check] M.O.L] c¢.0.0.0 we pay postage, When sent C,O,D. f customer pays all charges. Reg. U.S, Pol. OF. ame mm WRITE FOR FREE CATALOG om oe ive) ~sI

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88 L So Casual by_ Badicott Johnson Corp. -_._ Dress Shoe by Ajlen Shoe Co., Inc. Retail about $3.95 and see! For a smooth look at pin-money prices, nothing holds a candl to shoes of NORZON fabric! Styled for round-the-clock wear, — shoes of NORZON fabric have a lush suede look, rich colors. — Their durable, scuff-proof, rub- proof surface cleans with a whisk of a damp cloth. Look for this tag — it identifies shoes of genuine NORZON fabric. *"NORZON is the registered trademark of © Behr-Manning Corporation for its electro- coated pile fabrics, Distributed solely by Phillips-Premier Corporation, Boston, Mass. BEHR-MANNING, TROY, N. Y. Sunday evenings when friends come over for supper. Early in the evening on such occasions, Will puts on his chef’s apron and gets to work turning out a super-special deli- cacy. Sometimes it will be baked fish with blue cheese, accompanied by baked bananas. Sometimes it will be barbecued chicken, or French, Italian, or “Gumbo” | food. Maureen will tell you that her Will is the best cook on both sides of the fam- ily—and that she’s proud and happy to wash up the dishes and pots and pans which he stacks up after a cooking spree. Guests who are particularly partial to neighbor Price’s cooking are the John Hodiaks, the Bob Crosbys, the Stephen Ames, and Dr. Kalmus from next door. They all vote for Will’s barbecued chicken as the most succulent they ever tasted. Served on a candle-lit table in a Cali- fornia garden, it has a way of recalling Far South memories to people who’ve never even been there! just ask maureen ,.. Favorite after-dinner pastime of the Prices is playing charades, indications, 20 Questions or other acting games. They get into wonderful arguments about act- ing out slogans, the names of books, poems and movies. Will is considered tops in this activity, but he got good and stumped the other night when called upon to enact the single word “If”—the title of Rudyard Kipling’s famous poem. Maureen doubled up with laughter as her husband grimaced and postured through a variety of acts unti! his time limit was up. Then she jumped to her feet and showed him how it could have been done by merely running through the alphabet in pantomine, and stopping at the right letters. Will bowed to her on that one. (But he had no trouble at all with Father Was a Fullback—the name of Maureen’s new movie.) When the nights are balmy, the Prices and their guests often use the patio for dancing. Candles and hurricane lamps cast shadows on the patterned bricks, and the olive trees sway their dark arms above them. The lady of the house looks like a Castilian princess in her gown of sea- green lace. Maureen is a romantic at heart. She says she has no time for ,any sort of modernism. She wishes cars and airplanes had never been invented. She likes horses and sailing ships and long walks in the hills. Her bedroom, with its canopied four-poster, is done in soft shades of beige ‘and rose. Her hand-crocheted spreads and pillow slips are cherished old-world sym- bols. Sentimental trophies fill Maureen’s cabinets. The top of her wedding cake and a sprig from her wedding bouquet are side by side. Then there’s a tiny carved elephant from a Woolworth store in Ireland. It was given to Maureen when she was 11 by her best girl friend. Bronwyn is at an age when she copies everything that Maureen does. Some- times her imitations have dire results. Using her mother’s make-up, for instance. She knows she’s not allowed to touch the things on Maureen’s shelves, but she goes ahead anyway. Just the other day Mau- reen caught her lavishly decorating her mouth with a deep red lipstick. “Bronwyn! Didn’t I tell you that if you touched my make-up again, I'd give you a good spanking?” Maureen said sternly, laughing inside at the sight of the little clown-face. “Yes. You told me.” Bronwyn admit- ted. “But I thought it was worth it.” She got her spanking, for Maureen be- ‘ lieves in discipline, but as she adminis- tered the smacks, her mind went back to her own childhood. Almost 20 years ago, her mother’s kitchen. She knew she’d be Maureen swiped some Madeira cake from. spanked for it, and she stole it anyway. She thought the whole thing out and de- cided the cake was worth a few bats with the back of a hairbrush. That’s the way Bronwyn feels, too. The enterprising nature of the Prices’ little daughter is the talk of the neighbor- hood. When her woolly camel lost an eye, Bronwyn was all for hot-footing it next door for a consultation with Dr. Kal- mus. “He’s a doctor, isn’t he?” demanded Bronwyn. “He can put back my camel’s eye.” Maureen explained that Dr. Kal- mus’ specialty was Technicolor film, not camels’ eyes. In an emergency like this, Daddy would have to be the doctor. Sunday is family day at the Will Price’s. They get up early and take Bronwyn to church with them—they consider her too young for Sunday School. After church the Prices go picknicking or swimming in their pool. You can look over the pool and gardens from many rooms in the house, but perhaps the nicest view is from Will’s study. Done in tones of yellow and brown, Will’s den is his castle. Here he houses his fine collection of Southern lit- erature, his movie scripts and gardening books, his Japanese flag from Iwo Jima— where he landed with the Marines—and his collection of rare etchings. There’s another den downstairs which Will has decorated himself from lengths of bottle-green plaid he got at an inex- pensive shop. Fact is, everything about ‘their home reflects the loving personal 4 touches of Maureen and Will, from the curving white wall outside, which was Will’s idea, to Maureen’s fine antiques. They have only one definite wish for their child’s future. Says Maureen: “We want her to grow up and marry a good man and raise a family. It’s as sim- ple as that. No career could ever make up for missing the kind of family life that we're lucky enough to have. And we're sure Bronwyn will settle for that, too. For we're a Closely-knit clan, even though widely separated. Will’s family’s in the South, and my family’s scattered over the earth. I have one sister in Texas, one in Montreal, and my father, mother, a broth- er and another sister in Ireland. One brother is in England. But Father and Mother keep our side of the family bound together. Mother shuttles from one home to another, spending a few weeks in each, and keeping us all posted on each other’s doings. This year she’s going to South Africa to catch up on back news with my father’s- sister. “Mother and Father have taught me that family life is the best way of life there is. Bronwyn’s going to find that out. We can promise her that.” THE END HOW TIME FLIES! Paulette Goddard is a new face (in Modern Times). She was discovered by Chaplin while playing minor parts in the Hal Roach studio. Because he believes the public prefers to make its own discoveries, Charlie has refused to have his protegee interviewed or given any publicity — Modern Screen, May, 19306.

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RSI eS RE Se Le DON'T TELL MY GIRL (Continued from page 51) to throw out right after we were married! Four wardrobe trunks filled with such priceless mementos as the first working script of her big Broadway success, At Home Abroad, the scripts and still photo- graphs from all her movies, scrap books which tell of her success as an actress and dancer, wonderful congratulatory letters, and many other such irreplaceable evi- dences of her career. She just looked them over one day and said calmly to herself, “I don’t think we need these. I’m getting rid of them.” With her usual efficiency, she immediately called a trucker to take them along with some other discards to the Assistance League. And off they started. She doesn’t know that when I heard about it in the nick of time, I chased the truck for blocks and arranged for the driver to stop off at Bekins Storage on his way to the Assistance League. The day our son, Peter, starts asking about her career, he can read for himself what people thought of his mother as an entertainer. I think she’s going to he darned glad, too. I’m not too sure how she'll react to an- other surprise I have for her. This one is Peter’s surprise, too. fo the manner born... She’s been going around bragging how Peter is a natural-born horseman ever since, not long ago, she took him to a pony track for the first time. She was amazed when he stepped right up and asked for the fastest pony. “And do you know,” Ellie tells everyone, “he sat the pony just as if he’d been born to the saddle. He galloped that pony around the track as though he’d ridden all his life. He certainly has inherited Glenn’s riding ability.” : I haven’t disillusioned her, but actually it was training, not heredity, in this case. Peter has been riding ever since he first started walking. I’ve taken him countless times with me to the Columbia Studios Ranch where I keep my two horses. I wouldn’t dare, of course, put Peter on a powerful stallion I have named Count. But one of my friends stables a small pony at the ranch. He offered to lend it to Peter —and Peter began to ride. Well, I didn’t want to worry Ellie, so I told her nothing about it. And Peter made a game of build- ing a surprise for her. In the excitement of having his mother take him to the pony track at last, I guess he just forgot to tell her what he and I had been doing. Or maybe he’s inherited my trait of not talking too much. In any event, Ellie keeps on bragging about his natural ability. Then, one of these days, Ellie’s going to be surprised to learn where my personal collection of books has come from. She reads a lot, too. But she leans more to the type recommended by the Book-of- the-Month Club. She gets excited about a book like William Vogt’s “Road to Sur- vival,” which deals with the dangers of over-population. She feels I, too, should read this earnest type of book. And often Ido. But my idea of enjoyable reading is a good mystery or a wild rip-roaring West- ern. I have over 200 such books on our shelves. Ellie is under the impression they've come from studios, producers, or agents who’ve thought there might be roles in them for me. Well, I have acquired a dozen or so that way. But all the rest ’ve bought myself. Ellie’s never been one to eat much. In _ my opinion, she doesn’t eat enough. Until _ . Peter began -eating instead of drinking, > I’d tried in vain to talk her into eating more. My first success came when I pointed out that she couldn’t expect Peter to eat well if she didn’t at least put a reasonable amount of food on her own plate. With the “clean plate” policy for children, she has to finish all she has, too. I’m pretty good at palming cards and other sleight of hand tricks. With that talent, it’s really quite simple for me to slide extra pats of butter onto a piece of hot toast for her without being suspected. My record so far is nine pats of butter on one slice. That time Ellie said, “This is un- usually good toast, isn’t it? It must be a different brand of bread.” So far, I haven’t been caught at it. Nor does she realize that Peter’s accident with a bottle of ink about three years ago gave me an inspiration. He spilled the ink all over the floor of her room. The rug was really a mess. I was just leaving for a trip East when that happened. On the train I suddenly remembered something. I wired her to check our insurance agent. Sure enough, we had protection for such acci- dents. But when the company tried to remedy the damage, we discovered nothing would take the stains out. So, of course, we had to get a new rug. That led to the whole room having to be redecorated—a course of events which IJ thoroughly enjoyed. If I had my way about it, our entire house would be redecorated every year. But Ellie’s much more practical. She'll meet my decorating ideas with remarks like, “But Glenn, we really ought to put a new roof on the house. And we ought to get a new sink or do something about the plumbing. Agnes is getting tired of having to empty a pan of water dripped from the sink several times a day.” I remembered how Ellie hadn’t made a single protest when we redecorated her room after Peter’s accident. And by the strangest coincidence, I spilled a bottle of ink on her rug just as she was leaving for London for her appearance at the Pal- ladium early this year. I did a good job of it. I even managed somehow to splash some of the ink on the ceiling! Then I dis- covered the fireplace had smoked up the walls of our den. After that, I spilled some- thing on the bathroom walls of our wing. It’s quite amazing how much redecorat- ing I had to do while she was away. on the record... Ellie thinks she’s heard recordings of all the radio shows on which I’ve appeared. I never tell her ahead of time about any such shows Im going to do. Sometimes they come on my regular Wednesday night out for poker. Sometimes I find some ex- cuse such as having to attend a board meeting at the Screen Actors’ Guild. I’m pretty good at figuring up logical excuses on such occasions. Then off I go and do the show and having a recording made of it. If I like my performance, I take the recording home and play it for her. But there are quite a few that never went home with me. Ellie has been amazed at the running account I can give her of her opening at the Palladium in London this spring. I'll explain to her how I do it one of these days. Here’s how: One night I had to cable her about some- thing. I was astonished to discover the cable bill was over $25.00. Out of curios- ity I called the long-distance operator of the telephone company. I discovered I could have said all I said in the cable and more, too, for $12 if I’d telephoned. 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WIFE IN FAME ONLY (Continued from page 65) that stuff. Lots of curlicues, of course.” I acted shocked. “You're thinking of the old-fashioned marriage certificate that hangs on the wall. Announcements should be engraved—or at least in plain type.” “What do you know!” exclaimed Guy. “Hven when I don’t do something, I do it wrong.” But we shouldn’t have laughed. Al- ready the finger was pointing at us and an endless string of “How comes?” was being formed in the minds of our friends to be put forth the moment they saw us. The beginning of it came hardly two hours later when I walked into my home. My father, who was sitting at the piano hitting some moody notes, shot to his feet. He did his pointing by pointing to my shorts like a district attorney pouncing on an untruthful witness. “You didn’t get married in those!” he accused. “Of course not!” I replied. “I. . .” And then I was floundering as I tried to ex- plain—because it was a kind of trick question. Before I could make sense my mother came in wanting to know why I hadn’t told her I was not going to get married. She was mixed up too and I remember thinking that this was a scene no director would accept as representative of real life. alone at the telephone... Eventually we did a retake, and I got it straightened out with my folks. But not with the rest of the world! Things began to happen to my mail and phone calls— or rather, things which always had hap- pened before, suddenly stopped. The usual invitations to parties and premiéres fell off to nil. I didn’t know it at first, but I was already getting a taste of what it means to lose your old identity and status when you marry. The premiére invita- tions and party bids were still coming, but not to me; Guy, my “husband,” was get- ting them. As for calls from men—slash! Cut off, just like that! Whew! “Do you understand what’s happened?” I demanded of Guy, after I told him about it days later. “Yeah,” he said. “That’s too bad.” But he didn’t look it! Then came our denials. Guy denied. I denied. We both denied. But it just didn’t take with anyone, from the waiter at Lucey’s who always insisted on saying, _ “Yes, your table is ready, Mrs. Madison,” to my best friend, Diana Lynn, who put her finger right to my nose and wheedled, _ “Now stop kidding. Are you or aren’t you married? After all, people think I know and what'll I tell them?” It’s different with men—but a girl -in a spot like this finds her position almost hopeless. As you deny you feel that you’re also expected to justify. If you aren’t married, then, why not? But I hadn’t a thing in the world to be apologetic about! _ Everything between Guy and myself was going according to plan, and yet I could sense a note of something like guilt creep- _ ing into my voice. A fine thing! In self-defense, so as definitely to scotch this acceptance that we were mar- ried, Guy and I both started dating others. But it didn’t work out so well—particularly for me. In the first place, it brought on some- thing that I didn’t want from those of my friends who took this to mean Guy and I had broken up. It brought sympathy! There’s a certain tone which characterizes a woman’s voice when she’s about to com- “ME, JOHN? ME_ UNRESPONSIVE _ COLD?” Frozen by unsureness, wives may lose love . « « through one intimate physical neglect 99 out of 100 marriages start in tender love and understanding. Yet an ap- palling number end in sad disaster. All too often a wife neglects regular, effective feminine hygiene as provided by vaginal douches with a scientifically correct preparation such as “‘Lysol.” Then, because she is unsure of her feminine daintiness, this wife becomes reluctant . . . seems cold and unre- sponsive. 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_lives by its dictates. i? buy it. We just looked at it and liked it. Another place we went to is a certain house in the hills that we both admire. We wondered how much it would cost to build such a house so we went and talked to the contractor. He told us. (Gulp!) You might be interested in the style of house we'd like, so I'll give you a rough idea, It’s half-way between a Cape Cod house and a farmhouse. It’s usually done in red and out here it’s sometimes called Red Barn style. I don’t know how it sounds to you, but it’s really a honey! And, of course, Early American furniture would be just the thing for it. Where else do we go while we are going “steady?” Well, last month we went up to Bakersfield and Guy introduced me to his mother and father. Incidentally, I got a new visualization of Guy there—a cute one. I’ve always thought of him as the type who is very sure of himself, rarely_em- barrassed or ill-at-ease about anything. But that disappeared when his mother started talking about him—as fond moth- ers will. “Robert [his real name] was always shy as a little boy,” she said—and went on with more of the same, getting under- standably sentimental about her own son. Guy wriggled in his seat at first. Then I noticed his complexion was getting a few shades to the pink. And finally he got on his feet and turned to his father. “C'mon, Dad!” he sort of growled. “Let’s take a walk.” And so I stayed and really found out about Mr. Guy Madison. the lowdown... But I knew a lot before I met his mother. I knew that he was a very loyal boy. If you speak against a friend of his you have to prove it three times. And then he’ll walk right up to the friend and ask point-blank if it’s true. More often than not, he says, the gossip won’t be true. He has a very active conscience and He has to feel that the thing he’s doing is right before he can do it. When he accidentally was the cause of his friend, Howard Hill, getting hurt in a hunting accident, he was a most mis- erable boy. For weeks afterward, some- times from places as far away as Florida, he’d telephone Howard daily to find out how he was coming along. He is stubborn. (I might as well say right here that I, too, am stubborn.) But he can be reasoned with. It isn’t gen- erally successful, but at least there’s a chance that you might get him to see the light. (He says there is no chance with me, and on the chance that he may be right, 'm trying my best to change!) He is pleasant, he is generous, he is se- rious about his career, and he works so hard at it that I know he’s going to get places. And—I definitely think he’d make a good husband. But.... Maybe it won’t happen—because no one of us, or no two, for that matter, can guarantee that their tomorrows will come up made to order. But if ours do... well, even so, we are not fooling our- selves. 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\ WHY STARS TURN TO PRAYER (Continued from page 41) the scene be finished—and at her insist- ence it was. That night, the same doctor examined her again. This time, what he found ‘amazed him. Barbara’s injury was such - that had she not gotten up and walked immediately she might have been inva- lided for years! What would probably have been a badly congested area in the region of her lower spine had cleared up greatly with the increased circulation of the blood brought on by her activity. There is Doris Day. Alongside her bed is a scripture book. Not a day goes by without her reading it. The habit goes back to her teens when an ambition to become a dancer, not a singer, was cruelly ended by an auto accident in which both her legs were broken. She became so dispirited during convalescence that her whole will to live lessened. She suffered a mind block that made her morose. But, in time, she turned to prayer for comfort and came to the decision that “if this ac- cident has happened, then there must be some good that will surely come out of it for me.” It was only then that she took up sing- ing lessons. She had no thought of it as a career, had no idea‘ of ever singing in public. Yet that was to be the means to the fame she thought had gone out of her life forever because she couldn’t dance. Father Peyton—or, as he is better known, Father Pat—tells of a Christmas Day when Bing Crosby was to sing “Adeste Fidelis” on the Father’s special Rosary radio pro- gram, and awoke to find himself the victim of an attack of flu that included a throat raw with inflammation. Bing phoned im- mediately, but not to cancel. He wanted the chorus rehearsed so that it could break in at any point of the song if his voice should fail. The program went on—and Bing sang through his song perfectly. When someone asked him how he’d done it, Bing was thoughtful. : “Someone must have said a prayer,” he replied with simple sincerity. Virginia Mayo is a member of the First Presbyterian Church of Hollywood, where Dr. Louis Evans is the pastor. Her hus- band, Michael O’Shea, has just joined. He declares he has never required a demon- stration of the power of prayer to believe in it, but nevertheless, he has seen one. It is something that occurred during a HAPPEN When I was 13, I attended my first formal dance, which was given at an Army post near my home. My girl friend and I were very ex- cited but I guess she was rather » shy and didn't do “much dancing. Just as we were getting ready to leave, a tall blond officer approached and said to her, “It just doesn’t seem right that such a pretty little girl as you arent dancing’—and away they went. To my amazement, I realized that the handsome officer was Dan Dailey, then stationed at Ft. Riley, Kansas. Frances Steinmetz Junction City, Kansas visit to Gallup, New Mexico—an incident which is engraved in his memory per- manently. He was on the Navajo reservation near Gallup when a dog belonging to an Indian boy was accidentally shot by a hunter. The dog was brought to the boy and laid at his feet. A Christian convert, the boy prayed for his pet. Then he announced that the dog was sure to get well, and set off for school, happily. The boy’s father immediately summoned a veterinarian, who reached a different verdict. There was no hope for the dog. He had best be put to death. _ The father took up a rifle. He was an expert shot. Stepping up to within 10 paces of the dog, he took careful aim, fired —and missed! He was so overcome that he lowered his gun and refused to shoot again, despite the vet’s repeated assertion that it was inhuman to let the animal suffer. miraculous recovery .. . Late that afternoon the boy came back to his dog and found him sleeping. By nightfall the dog was taking nourishment and by the next morning was well on the way to being himself again. The only person not amazed by the miraculous recovery was the boy, whose simple faith had saved the pet he loved. Religion is no more on the lips of those in Hollywood than it is of others anywhere else. But their lives are necessarily more in the public eye. Jane Russell doesn’t particularly want it known that, when working on the set, she spends most of the time between scenes studying her Bi- ble. But since she has to do it in the presence of some 40 or more fellow- workers, it’s become known not only to them but to hundreds of others in the studio. When John Payne’s last attempt at rec- onciliation with Gloria de Haven failed a few months ago and he moved into the Beverly Hills Hotel, he did it quietly and without any fanfare. And perhaps only because a bellboy was curious and had to talk about it do we now know that outside of his clothes, the only other belongings John took with him from the home he had lived in with Gloria for years were two books—hboth Bibles. John is not publicly identified with any special church, yet his spiritual faith is one of the strongest in Hollywood. He is quite sad about the delay in the produc- tion of The Robe, in which he has utterly no interest other than his feeling that the religious message in the picture is needed by the country. Something only his closest friends have known, until now, is that John volunteered to play any role in the picture offered to him, regardless whether it be a major or a minor part. And the fact that Maureen O’Hara—like millions of other wartime wives—prayed every day for her husband, Will Price, when he was in the Fourth Marine Divi- sion during the bloody island invasions in the Pacific, was reported not by her but by a friend, a woman who had a husband in the same outfit, and who learned to overcome her own worry and gnawing fear in this manner. When incidents of a dramatic nature happen in the lives of the stars outside their homes there is almost always some- one present to take note of it. For in- stance, there was a reporter standing near Mrs. Beulah Williams on that day some years ago when her daughter, Esther, won the national 100-meter free-style swim- (ere JS _ can use tampons on ri er, bathe any day of the month ng ___\, RIGHT! Meds put an end to chaf- Unmarried girls RIGHT! Any normal woman can use tampons as soon as she is fully grown. And why not? 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The moment Esther pulled herself up out of the water she ran to her mother. “I won, Mother!” she cried delightedly. “I won!” “I know, dear,” said Mrs. Williams. “But don’t forget, you didn’t do it yourself.” Esther’s face sobered. “You're right, Mother,” she replied. “I will thank Him for answering my prayers.” One of the greatest successes in Betty Hutton’s career was the sensational hit she made at the Palladium Theater in London. Reams of copy were cabled to this coun- try about it and printed in almost every newspaper and magazine in the country. But not one story mentioned a most im- portant fact about her triumph. Every morning before Betty and her mother left their hotel they would get down on their knees and pray that she could give of her best in her performance. These were not the first prayers in the Hutton family, of course. Betty, and her sister Marion, feel today that not only have they achieved their ambitions through prayer, but that prayer alone enabled them to survive the privations of their early lives when they were desperately and, yes, often hungrily poor. ond the greatest is charity .. . Father Pat thinks Loretta Young is the most compassionate woman he _ knows, and tells of a demonstration of this trait which he witnessed on a trip to New York. He was staying at the French Hospital, where the nuns are of the Holy Cross Order (the father was ordained a priest of the Congregation of Holy Cross at Notre Dame) when Loretta, who was at the Waldorf-Astoria Hotel, invited him to lunch there. Her husband, Tom, was with her, and after the meal Father Pat told them about a woman patient at the hospital who, the nuns had said, had survived 30 operations. He asked if Loretta could visit her and bring a bit of cheer. She was very willing and they all left for the hospital. Loretta spent a long time with the wom- an, and then wanted to visit through the charity wards as well. For the rest of the afternoon she went from patient to pa- tient, finally finding herself near two beds on which lay elderly Negro women. She talked to them but noticed that only one answered. “She can’t speak,” explained this Ne- gress. “She doesn’t know what’s going on here. I think she’s frightened about it all.” Loretta was touched. She bent down quickly, kissed the mute woman and gently held her head close to hers, transmitting the sympathy she could not make under- stood in words. And she prayed for her. Not far away stood Father Pat and Tom, and the priest could not help but note that Tom had to lower his head to hide the tears in his eyes. There are many, many stories attesting the fact that simple faith lives in Holly- wood, as it does all over the rest of the world, and that spiritually, the stars are not any different from other people. There were 24 hours in the early Holly- wood career of Pat O’Brien when the world | could not reach him. He was _ himself reaching elsewhere. Every second of those 24 hours, Pat was on his knees in a ses- sion of supplication which he recalls as the most fervent in his life. It happened 12 years ago when his daughter, Mavour- neen, who is now 15, lay seriously ill of a mastoid complication. Pat told his beads, kept on, though there was echoing through his mind the doctor’s pronouncement that Mavourneen’s condi- tion was practically without hope. He knows, he says, that her recovery was an answer to his prayers. It isn’t any wonder that he once wrote an article for a national magazine stating that America’s secret weapon is prayer— or that he received thousands of letters agreeing with him. — There was a day in the life of J. Carroll Naish when he didn’t value it at a lead dime. As a youth, he was returning from the Orient on a tramp steamer when the boat was caught in a gale off the Califor- nia coast, with winds up to 75 miles an hour and rain blotting out all vision. A wave which tore away the rudder also disabled the wireless apparatus and prevented any call for aid. Unable to head into the force of the blow, the vessel shipped water steadily and soon lay help- less with decks almost awash. There were lifeboats, but all aboard knew it would be impossible for them te stay afloat 10 seconds in the furious sea. Huddled together, crew and passenger alike, they could do nothing but pray. And they were in the midst of prayer when the Chinese cook called out that he heard something—hbells, he said, church bells. The ship was miles from shore. Not even a ship’s bells could be heard, let alone chureh bells. They thought he had gone erazy. And then, from out of the wind- swept mist, there appeared a Coast Guard cutter! Lines were cast, the steamer taken in tow and brought into port. And not until then did the rescued men learn from the captain of the cutter that he had not come on them accidentally, but was in- vestigating the source of an unusual sound that had come to the ears of his crew and himself—the pealing of church bells. -It is a mystery which has not been ex- plained to this day, but it may be signifi- cant that of the 200 and more stars who have given their services for Father Pat’s regular prayer program, which is heard every Wednesday over the Mutual Broad- casting System, and for his special Rosary programs broadcast every Christmas, Eas- ter and Mother’s Day—of these stars, J. Carroll Naish has been just about the most frequent performer. And anyone desiring a summation of Hollywood’s spiritual faith might be in- terested in some words spoken about the stars by Father Pat, who knows them all personally. “Never since the Christian religion has begun,’ declares Father Pat, “has any group of individuals, of various denomina- tions, themselves, done more to bring to the minds of the millions of people, the riches and depths and beauty that are hidden in prayer.” Tue Enp MODERN SCREEN oan me Eos ===

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EERE i ana DES eS ae LET'S NOT TALK ABOUT LOVE (Continued from page 55) And so it was that Betsy, while Cary was on his way home, had undertaken the big- gest, most important job she’d ever tackled. By taking the lead in Dancing in the Dark, | a Technicolor musical, she was going to | show the world she could stand on her own two feet... . As the ship was eased alongside the dock, Betsy felt that Cary would be proud of her. She could hardly wait to be with him to give him a play-by-play account of her Betsy-on-her-own project. Though aside from that, naturally, she could hardly wait to be with him, period. Well, as reunions go, Cary’s and Betsy’s wasn’t a romantic one. Even if these two had wanted “it to be, how can you be romantic with a dozen reporters and pho- tographers breathing down your neck? Betsy and the small group of friends who came down to meet Cary were almost lost in the shuffle. When they finally did get to him, they uttered the usual welcome- home phrases—and, of course, he did give Betsy a few kisses. But Cary didn’t say, as one over-zealous newsman headlined, “I’ve already asked her,” in reply to the inevi- table question about when he was going to At least, no one else heard him say it. Everybody in Hollywood has been try- ing to get these two married ever since Betsy came from New York a little over a year ago and Cary got her a screen test and made her his leading lady before you could say, “Every - girl - should - be - married.” Everybody says they’re in love. Everyone except Cary and Betsy. Her answer to in- vestigators of the subject is invariably, “We have never discussed marriage.” And when Betsy fixes you with the serious gaze of those chameleon eyes—sometimes deep blue, sometimes vivid green, but always direct and honest—you believe her. To Betsy, at this point, something more vital than marriage to anyone—even Cary Grant—is having a chance to prove that her overnight stardom in Every Girl Should Be Married wasn’t just a lucky combination of knowing an influential screen idol and stumbling into a role tailor-made for her particular talents and personality. fits like a glove... And that chance came quickly. When June Haver became ill, Betsy was asked to take her place in Dancing in the Dark. Reading the script, she loved it instantly— perhaps for sentimental reasons, because ' the story about a struggling young actress reads almost like her own biography. But more significantly, it would be a tougher role than even Betsy could have dreamed up to establish her right to be called a screen success. In it, she’d have to sing and dance, as well as emote. And ey had never sung or danced in her e. . With characteristic honesty, she empha- sized her shortcomings when producer George Jessel discussed the picture with her. “I want to do the part—more than you know,” Betsy told him earnestly. “But I can’t sing or dance.” He said he’d take a chance. “Til probably ruin your picture, if I’m in it,” Betsy insisted. He said he’d still take a chance. In Hollywood, where self-appreciation is a popular and assiduously practiced art, Betsy Drake is a phenomenon. To say that she’s modest would be the under- statement of the decade. She honestly thinks she can do nothing well. One day "yl the Dancing im the Dark set, director Spite, Irving Reis tried to jolt her out of this complex. “Now Betsy,” he said, “there must be times when you do something to your own satisfaction.” After a moment, Betsy replied thought- fully: “Yes, once in a great while I read a line or do a scene that I really feel is right, put it’s so rare that it’s like a single sunny day in a long rainy spell. . . . I wish it would happen more often,” she concluded wistfully. Although Jessel hadn’t been disturbed, dance director Seymour Felix was bowled over when Betsy said, “Mr. Felix, I think you ought to know something: I can’t dance a step.” they all laughed... “Oh, don’t worry,” said Felix bravely when he recovered. “You’ll—you'll get along fine after we’ve worked on the routines. Just relax as though you were doing ordinary ballroom dancing.” “But that’s just it,’ Betsy insisted. “I can’t even dance on a dance floor. You see, T’ve always been a wall-flower. Even in high school, when anyone asked me to dance, I’d just—well, I’d just freeze up like a broom-handle.” By now Felix was beginning to feel faintly panicky. “Well, look. Ah .. . just walk back and forth. You'll relax.” “Mr. Felix,” Betsy gulped in agitation, “Tm even awkward when I walk.” So Mr. Felix and Betsy first practiced walking—and from that they went into the simple “time” step. “Once she got over her self-conscious- ness, she did beautifully,” Felix reported to director Reis. “That girl works like a Trojan. She practiced seven hours a day for three weeks on one number.” “T know,” said Reis. “She tackles every- thing like that. If there’s any truth in that old saw about genius being half applica- tion and half perspiration, I suspect we e have a genius on our hands.” When the dance scene was shot, Director Reis con- gratulated his suspected girl-genius. “Oh, thank you, Mr. Reis,’ she blushed gratefully, “but if I’m at all graceful, you can just say that Mr. Felix hypnotized me.” Not long ago, a woman’s page editor ‘visiting the Dancing in the Dark set asked Betsy for her beauty secrets to include in a story. “I’m so sorry,” Betsy apologized. “T’m just not a beauty and I have no beauty secrets. I just like to be clean.” With no illusions about her beauty, her importance, or her talent, Betsy has every- one who works with her unconsciously pulling for her. “She’s like a high-stepping thoroughbred at race-time,” one grip ob- served sagely, “trembling and rearing at the starting gate—but once the bell rings, you don’t have to worry about her. She’ll make it if she has to run her heart out.” Mark Stevens, playing her fiancé in the picture, continually teased Betsy about Cary. The first time they rehearsed a love scene, she was supposed to throw her arms around his neck and kiss him. It turned out to be a surprisingly enthusiastic buss and, in mock dignity, Mark protested, “Please, Miss Drake! Just because Cary’s coming home tomorrow, you don’t have to practice on me!” Days later, commenting on the 25 pounds Grant lost while he was ill, Mark said, “Say, Betsy, you don’t like Cary that thin, do you?” “T like Cary any way,” Betsy flashed. “Td like him with a walrus mustache!” If the wiseacres of Hollywood expected to fill in their speculations with facts when NO PINS How often do you really have 30 days in one month—days you can call your own, free and clear? Or do you spend 4 or 5 days each month being a slave to the old routine of pins, belts, tabs and external pads?.... 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FREE—Smart carrying carton for RETA ATCA! samples, the exclusive “Guide to Easy Selling,” profit-making display mounts. Send for samples on approval AT OUR EXPENSE. MATCHED yeave Please rush samples on approval | | | | ! ADDRESS___ Cary returned from Europe, they were disappointed. He and Betsy haven’t been seen around in the bright spots or at parties. When they have dates, it usually means a quiet dinner together at Betsy’s or at Cary’s house. Afterward, they play backgammon or gin rummy and Cary always wins. Lately Betsy has been teach- ing him chess—and was delighted at beat- ing him, until the last few sessions. “Now he’s able to beat me even at that,’ she wails. Typical of Betsy’s low-pressure sales- manship where her own accomplishments are concerned, is her claim to only one social asset: “I play a fair game of ping- pong,” she admits. She’s an avid reader, and when she hasn’t a book in hand, she’s most content when she’s learning some- thing. Her current project is a self-teach- ing piano course, which she pursues so determinedly that she painstakingly copies two or three bars on a scrap of paper to carry in her purse for memorizing when- ever she has 2 spare moment away from home. “Home” to Betsy in Hollywood is a tiny white house just outside the studio gate. She rented it when she started work at 20th Century-Fox. In its four small, sunny rooms, she and Suzy live in ladylike seclusion. Most of her waking hours since she’s been in Hollywood, Betsy’s been working. That’s one reason why she’s made few friends in the picture colony. Another is that she’s so shy that meeting strangers frightens her. In a crowd she closes up like a clam. In conversation, her voice has a soft huskiness, pitched so low that any other sound in a room can drown her out. Betsy counts this as an odd blessing. Completely self-effacing, she would much rather listen than take part in a conversation. Celebrating the almost simultaneous completion of Dancing in the Dark and I Was a Male War Bride, Betsy and Cary, with Howard Hawks and starlet Marion Marshall, made a foursome at the recent racing meet at Santa Anita. While experts Grant and Hawks carefully studied their form sheets for the scientific selection of a winner, Betsy quietly picked, at random, a lost cause named Bollingcall, slipped over to the betting window and cautiously placed a two-dollar wager on his hopeless nose. Bollingcall (why that name intrigued her she’s never figured out) romped home first, dumping $127.50 in the lap of a very dazed Miss Drake. “The first thing I ever won in my life!” she gasped unbeliev- ingly. Betsy’s prognostications aren’t always as accurate as her horse selections. She em- ploys a favorite childhood device for fore- seeing the outcome of a problem or the possibility of obtaining a particular wish: If she wins two out of three games of soli- taire, then she’ll get her wish or her prob- lem will be solved. Following her screen test, while she waited to hear Dore Schary’s verdict, she almost wore the spots off the cards. Two out of three games and shed get the role in Every Girl Should Be Married. Weeks went by—and never once did she make it. - Next day, when she was visiting at Cary’s house, she was still running the ecards while Cary studied a script. Again shed jusi failed on another two-out-of-three when Dore Schary called long-distance from Chicago, where he’d just seen the test. Finishing the call, Cary returned to the living room, looking completely bereaved. “Betsy,” he began, tragically, “I've some bad news for you.” Her heart crash-dived to her toes and she said in a small, crushed voice, “I didn’t get the part.” “T said, ‘bad news’,’ he went on. “You did get it! Now you're stuck with me for a leading man.” Whether two out of three wins at soli- taire would foretell marriage with Cary, Betsy has never tried to find out. Asked if they would wed eventually, Betsy parries “Eventually is a long time to talk about. We might. Or one or the other of us might decide against it.” If this is a romance, no one else is in position to say for sure. No one except Suzy, who is their constant chaperone. And Suzy isn’t talking. Shrewd observers, but very close- mouthed, these French poodles. THE END > MY HEART DECEIVED ME (Continued from page 24) see her straightening up, becoming more of a somebody every second. When I got through and asked, “Well, do you still think you're not as attractive as I am?” her reply was best of all. It showed me that what I had said had impressed her, but hadn’t turned her head so far that she went the other way. “Yes, I do,” she replied. “I know I’m not as attractive. But I feel now that being attractive is something you can work at. That if I develop my good points, maybe I can get to be something like you and the other stars I admire.” We said goodbye—but just as we parted she had one more thing to tell me. “You must be awfully happy, Miss Day, to want to make others happy, as you have me,” she said. Well! Long after she had gone, all that day, I thought of this. Yes, I was happy. But why? I felt I had to put into words, into so many exact words, just why I was happy ...so there could be no doubt of it. There were reasons why I shouldn't have been. Twice in my life I had thought I was settled with men I loved and twice in my life I became unsettled ... via di- vorce. This is enough to make a girl a little unsure of herself, and without con- fidence, life can be quite saddening. Oh, yes, in my case there was a career to make up for it. Maybe that was washing out the shadows of the past that could plague me. And it’s perfectly true that making good in Hollywood has its own satisfying kind of thrill to it. Yes, a career can help and mine is help- ing me. But, deeply and honestly, there is something else. It’s not on the picture lot, nor written on the face of the check that I pick up at the cashier’s window. It’s not in the radio studio standing beside talented and kind people whom I admire and who have helped me so much. It’s not in the dresses I can buy now, nor at the parties I am asked to attend, nor in any of the Hollywood whirl, that surrounds a star. It’s in me! It’s a realization and a con- viction. The realization is that one never falls into happiness thought). One has to make it! The con- viction is that this time I know how to make my happiness. And before you think I am talking just in generalities, let me | explain that the happiness I want can come only when I find the right man, I'll find him. He won’t be anyone who just smites me | off my feet the second I see him. I’ve been | smitten. He’ll be several things which I'll | name, and in the exact order [ give:.1. A (as I had always | =a 2 ew, ae pa S= Ss

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HOW TIME FLIES! Jackie Cooper and Judy Garland are at the hand -holding-at-soda - fountain stage. Which accounts for the completely dejected look on the’ freckled coun- tenance of Mickey Rooney. But Mickey pulled a fast one at the studio com- missary the other day. Jackie and Judy were interrupted in their soulful gazes at each other over malted milks when Mickey passed the table and yelled “Hi, you kids.” On his arm was Sophie Tucker—Modern Screen, Sep- tember, 1937 friend. 2. A companion. 3. A friend. 4. A friend. 5. A FRIEND. 6. A FRIEND! You never hear the phrase “True friend- ship at first sight,’ do you? Everyone knows that real, enduring friendship is something that develops slowly. Well, that was a little mistake I made before; a nat- ural mistake, perhaps, because I was so young. I let something else come between the natural development of friendship and companionship—something sometimes called a mad love. A few months ago I was invited to a party. Later I was thrilled to learn that a certain star would be attending whom I had never met, but had always been crazy about when I saw him on the screen. “This is fabulous, sensational!” I told myself. My old girlish enthusiasm hit me (oh, it’s still there, all right, but ’ve learned to keep a tight rein) and I went into a flurry of preparations for the affair. We met. He was handsome. He had a commanding presence. He was certainly something to be seen with. And—he was nothing! This man was exactly that. He was noth- ing. He could wear clothes. He could look at you. He could sit still beautifully, at any angle, and let you look at him. He could chatter—nothing about nothing, mostly— and then let you look at him again. (If I seem to be going around in aimless circles, that’s the way it was when I was with him. No matter how things started, or where they might lead to ordinarily, with him you just ended up .. . looking at him.) Well, I thought, would I want this sort of man for all my life? For my mornings and my noons and my evenings? For my good moments and my bad moments, for my tears and my laughter and my ill- nesses? Always this . . . and just this? No, thank you. I went home early that night. I pleaded illness. He had bored me to it. There is a wall that can come up be- tween two people. If they cannot com- municate with each other because they hold little in which they are commonly interested, if one is one kind of a person and the other just opposite, if viewpoints are so different that they cannot take in _ the other person’s—that’s a wall. I know. I've faced it. To fall quickly in love with a man, mad- Iw in love, is to be in love on only one 2S ie . level. But there are lots of levels to everyday life. And if you can’t meet each other on these other levels just as in- terestingly and warmly, almost, as you have on the first one—well, when that great, big beautiful love moves out, the wall moves in! Al Jorden, my first husband and the father of my son, was a nice man. It is as much a reflection on me as it is on him that we are not married today. Neither one of us, I think, used our good sense. It still wasn’t being overworked when my second husband, George Weidler, and_I met. We were married in 1946, separated a year later, and were divorced June 1 of. this year. Not long ago I met my second husband and we had a long talk. He surprised me by revealing a new attitude to life, a sound, spiritual relationship to it that I had never thought possible in him. It made me gasp to listen to him at first. And then his ideas captured me, I wanted to know more and more. We were by this time too far apart for a reconciliation to become possible, but just the same, I not only felt a new respect growing in me for him—I took his new-found spiritual out- look for my very own. It is very like what I am writing about now. He, who used to live on the other side of that wall from me, was now my teacher! This is what time had done for him. It might have done it for both of us if we had taken time to get to know each other before we married instead of falling right into each other’s ar and hoping that we’d learn about each other later. For some people it does work out well that way. It must, I guess—because there certainly are cases of people who have fallen in love at first sight and have stayed in love. Were they so-o-o much in love, and is that the reason—or were they lucky that they happened to be right for each other? Today if I meet a man it is enough for me if he is pleasant. I don’t ask that he be knocked over by me, or give me a rush, or depart from his usual, pleasant self in any way. I have met a number of men: like that. With a few, the acquaint- anceship has grown to real friendship. I am more than happy about it. It may be that one of these friendships will develop to something closer. That will be wonder- ful. But if it doesn’t, I'll still value the friendship. i'm not afraid... I have a nice home. I have a fine son. I know what it needs. So does he. The other day, when I had time off, I told him I was going to spend it all with him. He was delighted, was Terry, who is just seven, and getting to know his way around the neighborhood alone. Yet, 10 minutes later (which I know is like a half a day to him) he casually announced he was going off to visit a playmate. “But I thought we were going to be to- gether today,” I said. 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But there’s something else that’s tremendously important to me as an individual: My work. Many women have outside interests in club work, in doing part-time jobs in hospitals, in any one of a hundred occupations. In my case, the outside interest is a Hollywood career, and I don’t think it hurts my being a good wife and mother one tiny bit. On the con- trary, I'm positive it’s a big help. Four years ago when Tim and Greg were born, I realized, of course, that I’d been presented with a brand-new set of prob- lems. But not being a swami, I couldn’t look ahead to see exactly what the prob- lems would be. By the time the babies were four weeks old, I was getting ready for a new pic- ture. I had to leave them in the care of a nurse—so I didn’t have a chance to get used to them. Like a lot of mothers, I was atraid to touch my babies. They were so little—four pounds each—and I was actu- ally afraid ’d break them! I guess I’d have become easy and relaxed with them if I’d been able to take complete charge. But I spent most of my free time tip-toeing around the nurse and being terrifically impressed with the capable way she handled them. full time mother... After I'd finished the picture, I was sit- ting in the nursery one afternoon watch- ing the two darlings when it suddenly occurred to me I was missing an awful lot by not taking charge of them—taking con- stant charge. Maybe, I thought to my day- dreaming self, I ought to give up my career and devote myself entirely to bringing up my children... . As luck would have it, the next day I was informed by the studio that my three- month lay-off period would now begin. Here was a golden opportunity to see how being a full-time mother would work out. So, dispensing with any halfway measures, I told both the nurse and the housekeeper that they could start their vacations im- mediately. Late that afternoon, domestically attired in a peasant dress and an apron, I met my husband at the front door. “Greetings,” I said blithely. “You see before you plain Susan Barker, housewif and mother.” “How do you do,” said Jess. “I’ve sent away the nurse and the house- keeper,” I said triumphantly, “and for the next three months, I’m going to take care of everything.” After I'd helped him up off the floor, he said, “That’s very nice, darling,’ and kissed me. Then he went upstairs to play with the babies. The four Barkers made, I thought, a very appealing family circle. But after about 45 minutes, I noticed that Jess was getting a strange look on his face. “What's the matter?” I inquired. “Well,” he said, “isn’t—isn’t dinner a little late tonight?” : “Dinner?” I said. “Oh . .. dinner... .” “Yes,” he said. “You know, the food that usually somehow appears on the table in this house about six-thirty? Remember?” “Good heavens!” I said. I’'d forgotten all about the necessity for fixing it! This was the first in my series of sur- prises. During the next few days, I dis- covered that two babies need an incredible amount of diapers; that a housewife checks on the dry-cleaning, orders the groceries, sees that the house is tidy, and doesn’t answer the front door—especially if she’s in pictures—with cake batter all over her ace. Now, I know that there are millions and millions of women who run domestic es- tablishments six times as complicated as mine and manage, somehow, to wind up apparently fresh and blithe and set for a frolic when the old man gets héme. They have my deep-down, all-out admiration. But—darn it—I’m just not that way. By the end of one month, what with cooking, shopping, cleaning, and taking care of the little ones, I was definitely be- ginning to fray about the edges. I was a weary housewife, and I showed it. When Jess would come home at night, where once he’d found the witty observation, the tinkling laugh, the endearing wiles, he now found the vacant stare, the wan smile— everything but the blow and the curse. Finally, my long-suffering mate said, “Now, look!”—and told me that (1) he preferred to have an attractive-looking wife to the tousled creature I was becom- ing, (2) he’d rather have a wife who was nice, (3) my biscuits shouldn’t happen to a dog, and (4) this was not the girl he thought he’d married. What in tarnation, he asked, was I trying to prove and whom, exactly, did I think I was fooling? Then he gave me his handkerchief and fell in love with me all over again. Next morning I called back the nurse and the housekeeper. Id faced the fact that Id been trying to do too much and had been doing it pretty terribly. ... : Ah, well! The experience had been a good one: I certainly had a better work- ing knowledge of the home; I had a much closer insight into the problems of the people who worked for me; and—most important—Id really gotten to know my children. I still, of course, take on myself the gen- eral responsibilities of their daily lives whether I'm working or not. I direct their . hurse and plan their menus. And, natur- ally, I supervise the running of the house- hold. But as to that, I do not wring my . hands if the cleaning woman can’t come— which happens quite often. I’m afraid I'm not the kind of girl who gets upset if the house isn’t spotless. Neither is MacKay, our housekeeper—who, by the way, is a grandmother. We both know that the house will be cleaned when we get around to it. And none of us is overly fussy about the children, either. We don’t think they ought to be antiseptic. As long as they're fundamentally clean, a little dirt on top won't hurt ’em. new world... I know I’m a darned sight more inter- esting to them when I’m an active part of the outside world and can bring that world closer to them. The boys aren’t shut out of our working lives—anything but! They’re always asking to go to the studio, and we take them. It’s a whole new enchanting world we’re able to unfold before their insatiably curious eyes. They play with every gadget in the different departments. They work the camera boom, they put on the sound engineer’s earphones. The prop- men always have something fascinating to show or tell them. They meet all kinds of people, talk to them without shyness—and I watch with delight, remembering my own shyness as a child.... It seems obvious to me that what chil- dren require is not necessarily the constant © presence of their mother, but the constant knowledge that they’re loved and cher-

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Jess and I have impressed on our boys—less by word than by actions—that we all love one another and should do things together. Their problems are our problems, and our problems—at least the little ones that they’re able to tackle—are theirs. When I get home, I slam the front door —that’s our “secret signal.” The boys shout and get ready for a romp with me. But if Jess has gotten in ahead of me, there’s a slight delay while he and I sit down to- gether for a minute or two. Then we run upstairs and tussle with the kids. For the past year, the boys have usually taken their dinner with us. Jess carves. I cut up their meat for the boys. We talk about their doings and ours. (Though our major grown-up affairs can wait until af- ter the kids are in bed.) Greg keeps us in smiles—he’s the boy with the jokes. (“Mommy, why should you keep away from a dog named Ginger?” “Why, dar- ling?” “Because gingersnaps!”) Tim is the one with the questions. (““Daddy, do an- gels have to drink milk?” “Uh. ... Ask Mommy.”) Both have pretty good table manners for their age and, if little acci- dents do occur, we don’t raise a fuss. So somebody tilts soup onto the floor—so somebody wipes it up! Usually the boy who spilled it, which means he'll be more careful next time. But I don’t go into a tizzy. We have no Persian rugs to be ruined. the children’s hour... After dinner, we generally watch Judy Splinters and a cartoon on the television set. ... Once my picture, from a cover of Televiews Magazine, was flashed on the screen. The twins jumped up and down with excitement. “Mommy’s on television! Mommy’s on television! We want to be on television too!” “Waitll you get to be cowboys,” said Jess. “On a horse?” said Tim. “Sure,” said Jess, “on a horse.” “You gonna get us a horse, Daddy?” said Tim. “Now, you just keep on saving your pennies,” said Daddy. Though I’m dead on my feet, I always tuck them in and hear their prayers. Jess always lets me do it by myself. 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SPS 5 Ga “Giddap,’ Reba whispered. ‘“Giddap.” It could have been worse. Reba could have told him to do the Missouri waltz. After this exhibition, Roy put Trigger through his paces. It was wonderful to watch. Trigger’s getting on in years for a horse—he’s 16—but he went through 25 tricks without an error: prancing, bowing, counting, kneeling to say his prayers. Trig- ger, Junior, who’s being trained to take his pappy’s place, will have to go some to outshine him. Feeling a little more at ease, we helped ~ Roy pack the food in the saddle bags and then ambled out of the corral. We came to the top of a hill and held our breath. The countryside lay huge and green and still beneath us. We picked out a site for our picnic. It was underneath an old oak tree in the center of a turnip patch. Talk about living—you should have seen that food! Roast beef and baked-ham sandwiches, potato salad and whole, juicy tomatoes, apple cobbler and ice-cold lem- onade. Heaven. After lunch, Roy stretched out on the ground and slid his cowboy hat over his face. For a few moments nothing stirred. “Td say,” whispered Dale, “Pa looks a mite too comfy.” We were inclined to agree. We plucked a sprig of green and swished it beneath his nose. Soothing as a horsefly, it was. Roy didn’t move.. We swished, and swished. Suddenly he bolted upright. We bolted, too. “Run for the hills, girls!” Dale shouted, as Roy reached for his lariat. We bounded for the open field and stopped almost in mid-air as the lasso curled around us. “Help, police!” we cried as he hauled us in. “Enough!” we cried as he tied us up steer fashion. “Mercy!” we shrieked as he tickled us under the nose with turnip leaves. “Uncle!” “Ornery critters!” laughed Roy. “Disturb the peace, will ya?” “Fat chance we’d have,’ we muttered. Then we all shook hands. To convince us we'd been forgiven, Roy offered to ride us back to the ranch on Trigger. We don’t know much about the West, but when a cowboy lets you ride his horse, and especially when that horse is Trigger—it’s an honor. So we got on, all three of us, and we joggled along with Dale on Pal beside us. On the way back we passed the Rogers’ prize-winning bulls and Trigger Junior’s training ring and the pigpen. We wanted to stop by the pigs—little pigs are harmless— but Dale wouldn’t let us. “Hate pigs,” she said. “Dates back to the time I was three and wanted to run away from home. Best place I could find was the pigpen. Took Dad two hours to find me and two more to coax the old sow to let me out.” “Why did you run away?” we asked. “Had a new baby brother,” Dale said. “T thought he was getting all the atten- tion. Reckon that won’t ever happen to my kids.” Before we knew it we’d reached the corral—and suddenly it dawned on us: The day was over. Time to hit the trail. Roy lifted us off Trigger and steadied us on the ground. “Nice horse,’ we murmured, and even touched his mane. We sat down gently on some bales of hay and tugged at each other’s boots until they came off, one by one. Then we sat down gently again with a weak but happy smile on our lips. “Have fun?” asked Roy and Dale. “Podners,” we said, “podners, aren’t words to describe . . .” “Reckon you're plumb tuckered out,” said Roy, smiling. “Reckon so,” we said, smiling back. “Reckon we've been ridin’ a mite too hard. But shucks, podner, we’d love to do it again!” THE END there ARE ODDS AGAINST TEEN-AGE BRIDES? (Continued from page 57) SHOULD HOLLYWOOD TEEN-AGERS MARRY? (The following views on _ teen-age marriage are those of Mrs. Muriel E. Richter. Mrs. Richter is National Chair- man of the Domestic Relations Clinic and a member of the National Associa- tion of Women Lawyers.) Statistics show that teen-age marriages in general have a high mortality rate and in Hollywood, especially, teen-age mar- riages that endure are something of a wonder. - Older people often fight separation for reasons of their own security. Youngsters have less fear of the future and, hence, less incentive to fight off divorce. Then, too, Hollywood teen-agers tend to view marriage in a story-book light. Once wed, they expect to live happily ever after, but often give little thought to ‘ways of securing happiness or to the responsibility they've undertaken. Careers present additional problems- 7 became successively but not successfully Mrs. Willis Hunt, Mrs. Thomas Wallace and Mrs. Horace Schmidlapp. Then, last year, confused in mind and sick at heart over her romance with a man she could not marry, she killed herself. “That,” says the average teen-ager so confidently in love, “could never happen to Hollywood youngsters who marry at the beginning of their professional lives. Continual adjustment of ego and per- sonality is necessary as success comes or does not, as fame throws-one partner into the limelight and ignores the other, as sudden, excessive wealth distorts true values. A great love and a high degree of understanding are required to with- stand these threats to marriage. Most Hollywood teen-agers do sincerely want to stay married but many, stricken with career-itis, still have the antiquated no- tion that to get somewhere in Hollywood you have to be free. Except for rare instances, then, I am not in favor of teen-age marriages. Gen- eral immaturity, the inability to accept responsibility, and the inability or un- willingness to accept the yoke of matri- mony stand in the way of lasting happi- ness. to me.” Perhaps not—but there seems to be a strangely familiar pattern that is true of many girls who marry in their middle teens. 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All the above show the great advantage of Columbia's 33-speed records over Vic- -tor's awkward 45-speed discs. The Clark, Powell and Levant items have up to 35 minutes of music on one disc; the Melton side is merely another three-minute opus solving nothing but your storage problems —which Columbia does anvwav. not have married the first man I was per- mitted to go out alone with. ... That would have saved us unhappiness and a marriage that never should have taken place.” And now came the next inevitable urge that follows a teen-age marriage failure. Continuing the parallel between the lives of Deanna Durbin and Judy Garland, De- anna waited a couple of years and also married a much older man, Felix Jackson. Another highly-respected Hollywood pro- ducer, against whom there can be no criticism for what happened, Mr. Jackson seemed to bring to Deanna’s life the sta- bility she needed. However, like Judy, she reluctantly admitted another failure last year. Like Judy, she was famous and wealthy, but nervous, distraught and ter- ribly unhappy. Very few teen-agers are willing to face the facts after they have made their mis- take. Not so with intelligent, frank and beautiful Barbara Lawrence. Several years younger than Judy and Deanna, she fol- lowed in their footsteps romantically—but she is determined not to make another mistake. In a statement to Moprrn Screen she says, “I eloped with John Fontaine with- out the consent of my mother. She was married in her teens and knew what in all probability would happen: I didn’t listen—but now I can warn any girl that she is in grave danger of making a mis- take she will regret for a long time if she marries before she’s 21. When you reach that age you have a better chance of know- ing what you really want. Before 21 you act on your hunches, rather than knowl- edge and experience. Of course, there are successful teen-age marriages, and there will be many more. Usually, though, you'll find them in communities in which values are constant—where there is not, as there is in Hollywood, so much empha- sis on the importance of money and glamor.” foresight and hindsight... That is a really sensible analysis for a girl of 19 to make. Isn’t it too bad she couldn’t have reached that conclusion before she married? If she had, perhaps she wouldn’t have sought divorce less than a year later. At this point, the average teen-ager may ask in protest, “Won’t adults ever realize that every case is individual; that the chances for marital mistakes are equally as strong with adults? Look at all the marriage flops of people who marry in their middle twenties!” True—but only half true. Anyone of adult stature is more able than a teen- ager to recover balance in case of a di- vorce, and when statistics are quoted to prove how many happy marriages there are in Hollywood, nine out of 10 of them concern couples who married only after considerable mature thought. Today, Elizabeth Taylor is engaged to a fine young man, William Pawley, Jr. Will their marriage be a success? There is everything here to indicate a sound mar- riage—except EHlizabeth’s age. Perhaps the breathtakingly-beautiful Liz could profitably examine the record of Janet Leigh, who works on the same movie lot. Janet came to Hollywood with her young husband, Stanley Reames, a Navy veteran who wanted to be an orchestra leader. They pawned everything they possessed to get started. Temporarily, his career was stopped short by the record ban and conditions of the times. Then Janet was accidentally discovered by Nor- ma Shearer and was signed for movies. At that time, Janet gave this reporter an inspiring story of her marriage to Reames. Even a mind trained to a dubious | attitude toward all movie starlets who leather Your favorite moc- loafer ain — done just as you like it. 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At drug counters, or write for generous FREE SAMPLE bottle, to 106 marry at 18. succumbed to Janet’s charm and her earnest conviction that both she and her husband had their feet on the ground. A few months later, on July 20, 1948, Janet took the stand in divorce court. She blamed their youth and made the usual pat references to his being “cruel and sullen.” What happened here? To people in Hollywood it was an ancient tale. Janet was being catapulted into im- portant pictures and big money. At first she wanted to have her husband with her on sets. Then it became the old story of the man feeling unimportant, relegated to the background. Arguments over late working hours and the easy, affectionate attitude that is typical of theatrical people working together, grew intolerable. Stan- ley was confidentially told that it would be better if he didn’t visit his wife so often. His hurt and bitterness were understand- able. So, too, was the attitude of his wife. Will Elizabeth Taylor be able to survive similar experiences? When Ava Gardner married Mickey Rooney at the age of 19, she was a starlet, but she had very little interest in her career. She was willing just to be the Mick’s wife. They were together from January 10, 1942, to September 14, 1943, at which time she gave up. In place of the reconciliation statement of a few months before—‘I couidn’t get along without Mickey and he couldn’t get along without me”—Ava said, “He just wasn’t meant for marriage.” - Now Ava is 26. People wonder why she doesn’t marry Howard Duff, with whom she seems so obviously in love. She doesn’t marry because one more attempt with Artie Shaw turned into failure, and she says that if she marries again it will be only after she has known the man a long time. Just how iron-bound is the rule that if a girl marries in her teens and divorces she seems barred forever from finding true happiness with another man? There must be exceptions and there are. Sent to cover the divorce of Betty Grable from Jackie Coogan back in July of 1939, this reporter talked to a very confused and unhappy girl. out of unhappiness ... “Tt’s not the money,” Betty said, refer- ring to the court action which Jackie had filed against his mother and _ stepfather, claiming he was penniless. “I was just out of my teens when we married, and we've been fairly happy together. We've laughed over the fact that after all the millions he earned, all Jackie had left was an allowance of $6.25 a week and had to hock his car to pay our rent.. No, it’s all tied up with the fact that Jackie is almost out of pictures now. I’m not doing too well at Paramount and we figure we'd be better off if we split up.” Miraculously, out of Betty’s tears soon came a rainbow. She went to 20th Cen- tury-Fox, soared to stardom, married bandleader Harry James, and today she has the happiest of homes and children. So, too, do Lana Turner and Rita Hay- worth seem to have come through their teen-age mistakes unscathed. Yet, if they escape the almost certain penalty of their teen-age misjudgments and live happily after with their current husbands, it will be considered by many little short of a miracle. One thing can be said of today’s army of young people under 20: They may be impetuous, but they’re no fools. Give them the cold facts, such as just recorded here, then present an honest summation by one of their number who is obviously making good with her own marriage, and MODERN SCREEN “Two, please!” the rest may be left up to their common | sense. So, at this point, we turn the problem iT of teen-age marriage over to Wanda Hen- drix, recently married to Audie Murphy. | Says Wanda: “Tm glad I waited until I was 20 before I married Audie. We first met while I was still 17. I had just turned 18 when he proposed, and of course I dreamed of eloping. We had been vacationing in the High Sierras with my parents along for chaperones when he asked me, one eve- ning, to go for a walk. We strolled along a path through the high trees. He popped the question and I said yes. times in the following months, we seri- ously and frankly discussed the advisa- | bility of my marrying so young. I told him that from the experiences of others I'd feel so much more sure of myself if we waited until I was out of my teens. “He agreed it would be sensible to wait. For there was also the matter of his career. I seemed reasonably sure of mine, but his was still quite indefinite. I think the important thing that most people forget, | no matter what their business happens to | be, is that a man has a great deal of pride. © If he didn’t, a girl wouldn’t want him. [If | they marry before he’s reasonably sure of | the road he is to take, there’s a great dan- ger: If he doesn’t do well enough to give the girl he loves the home he wants her to have, he’ll soon encounter a sense of | failure and a girl in her teens usually | doesn’t have the patience or understanding to buoy up his courage and lift him out of his temporary despair. “Before long, he begins to blame her, feeling that if she had insisted that they | wait until they were more secure they wouldn’t be having their problems. He suspects that whether she says so or not she thinks she chose the wrong man, and | becomes a little ashamed. Before long, the undercurrents of immature reasoning break into a torrent of discontent. “On the other hand, it is true that some of us grow up sooner than others. Mona Freeman is a perfect example of a girl who could marry in her teens and be as- | sured of happiness. She is both a. won- derful actress and a perfect home girl, while her husband, Pat Nerney, is a suc- cessful business man. Their parents are friends, and the two of them survived Pat’s absence in Navy service. “Should a girl marry in her teens? My answer is—think about it a long time be- fore you do, and if you think long enough | you'll soon be 20. By that time you won't even have to ask the question.” THE END ) Then, many ||

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My hats languish on their stands, because John thinks hair is prettier than the prettiest hat. As for make-up, its:become a running gag. “You don’t need it,” he says. “Just lipstick, then,” I concede. add a little rouge “Why?” asks my husband. “Oh, John—a woman feels undressed without a bit of rouge.” Five minutes later I’m toning it down. There'll be girls at the party, well and subtly made up, and John’ll think they look fine. But that’s different. They’re not his wife. He didn’t have to watch them putting it on. There’s no law that says he’s bound to watch me, either. He just does. It’s not a question of imposing his ways on me. John’s much too civilized and ’m much too spirited for that. But somehow vhen I’m defeated in one of our little do- mestic contests, I don’t feel as though I’ve lost at all. . . Well, it? too deep for me. Maybe psychologist could explain it. small but nice. . But I The house Mr. Lund bosses is a small hillside job with two bedrooms and a one- ear garage. One medium-sized car, that is. The doors wouldn’t close on a big car. It’s not the house of all houses wed have chosen if there’d been much choice. We just grabbed what we could. It was our first house, which was rea- son enough for me to love it. John took a less emotional viewpoint. “It’s adequate, and vho are we to ask more?” The only more I’ve ever heard him ask for is elbow room. “Something with a little land around it. So I can sneeze without having the neighbors say Gesundheit.” I make soothing noises like, “Maybe eventually. . Still, a small house does have its ad- vantages. Here I can revel in domesticity —which may pall one of these days, but so far it hasn’t. I find it no chore to cook and keep house for two, with a cleaning woman and a part-time gardener to keep the dust inside and the weeds outside at bay. Only thing about the whole set-up that bothers me is that it bothers John. “Why don’t you get more help?” he'll ask. “Then you’d have more free time.” “For what? 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After which, the sight of me plying my needle would prompt him to mutter things about killing your own meat and weaving your own wool. Once, with what I con- sidered pretty feeble humor, he suggested that we buy a cow. “So much simpler than going all the way to the corner store for a pound of butter!” I sewed on, regardless. When the finished product was unveiled, he stopped mutter- ing. Offered no comment one way or the other, but he didn’t have to. The man was plainly impressed, and that was good enough for me. “If it amuses you, happy designing .. . A week later I sat in my little knotty pine sewing room, wrestling with a knotty little problem. Across the hall John was reading, as usual. (I ought to explain that my husband has a mania for printers’ ink. If there’s nothing else available, he’ll read the labels on the canned goods.) As I sat there pondering, he called out: “What’s your trouble?” I answered absently. “Can’t decide what to do with this green satin I bought.” He dropped his book, sauntered over and examined the stuff with a judicial air. “Er —wouldn’t it make a nice evening gown? You know—kind of a strapless... .” He waved his hands around, then made it perfectly clear by adding brightly, “You know—no straps.” I looked at him wide-eyed. The scoffer turned collaborator! I did make “kind of a strapless” and it turned out pretty well. As of now, I make nearly all my own dresses, with my husband cheering me on from the sidelines. He'll even discourse learnedly about gores and peplums, though he wouldn’t know one from the other if , they both came over and sat in his lap. I wish John would take half as much in- terest in his own clothes as he does in mine. Coat-hangers he regards as some kind of crazy fad that won’t last the year out. Wherever he takes his things off, that’s where they lie. At first I tried to reform him. “John, it’s just as easy to hang them up.” He was so pleasant about it. “Yes, dear, of course—as soon as I finish this chapter.” It’s a mighty long chapter. He hasn’t finished it yet. But it doesn’t matter now. Because a vision revealed to me the per- fect way of saving wear and tear on myself, on John and the clothes.*I pick them up. Only I don’t touch his notes or his bar- bells. They’re in the other bedroom, which he uses as a study. The notes are for an article he promised to write for a magazine three years ago. The magazine gave up hope long since. Not John. Those notes are sacred. Move them a millimeter and he knows it. The bar-bells have been around for only two years. To my certain knowledge, he’s never lifted them an inch from the floor. Maybe just looking at them makes him feel strong. On me they have the opposite effect. I trip over them about seven times a week. “John, the garage?” “But Pm going to start using them any day now!” Meantime, it’s become a kind of fas- cinating game. Whose neck gets broken before that day arrives? People sometimes ask me, “How does John feel, now that he’s a solidly estab- lished star?” One thing I can tell them: He doesn’t feel solidly established. He feels that a film career is built on sand. As I think I mentioned earlier, he a realist. And somewhere along the way he developed an ironical sense of humor that allows him to watch from the sidelines even while he’s in the midst of the game itself. To his way of thinking, the movies are such an up-and-down business that failure and success are part of the same pattern. If you hit, it’s mostly luck, and who can say how long the luck will last? “My luck,” he'll tell you, “has been that Brackett and Wilder put me in A Foreign Affair—why, I don’t know. Maybe as a challenge, maybe to see what they could do with a guy who hadn’t fared so well in other films.” Stardom doesn’t impress him much—as_ you may have gathered! When he played on Broadway, he got a taste of what he calls notoriety—enough of it, says John, to satisfy any reasonable man. There is, he'll admit, a certain commercial value attached to star billing. But as for the fuss and feathers that go with it—well, some of it’s pleasant, some unpleasant, and all of it’s unimportant. Being human, he naturally prefers good luck to bad. But it doesn’t make him ex- actly jump for joy. He’s too conscious of what’s on the other side of the medal... . I was casting about for some way to bring this rambling essay to a close, and finally appealed to my husband. “You used to write gags,” I said. “Can't yor of something funny as a punch- ine? “We-ell, let’s see,’ said John. “I know! Just repeat ‘he’s the boss.’ That’s the fun- niest gag I ever heard in my life.” All right. He’s the boss. 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William Powell, lege professor, comes to the big city to see some men about some plans for a new university. His wife, Dorothy Hart, stays home. William’s living at a hotel when he meets Shelley Winters, a girl who had a crush on him back in the middle of the war. He ex- plains to her gently that the war's over, but she still wants to play. She drinks too much, and she’s married to Jess Barker, whom she doesn't like— “‘He’s not a nice man,” she says wistfully—and she longs for the old days. “I’m the only person in the world who’s still in a state of emergency,” she explains. Powell's sorry for her, but he thinks she’s a little nuts, and he doesn’t want to get mixed up with her. She takes his scarf when she says goodbye (she always liked the way his shaving lotion smelled) and next morn- ing he reads that she’s disappeared. The police are sure she’s been murdered. Her assailant left a bloody scarf behind. 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| THE GREAT GATSBY Cast: Alan Ladd, Betty Field, Barry Sullivan, Macdonald Carey, Ruth Hussey, Howard Da Silva, Shelley Winters. Paramount Scott Fitzgerald’s Jay Gatsby is brought to life by Paramount, with Alan Ladd starring. Gatsby, he was a simple man. He’d been a poor boy, he’d fallen in love with a society girl named Daisy (Betty Field), he’d wanted to be the sort of wealthy, cultured person he felt she deserved. He went to war, came out a major, discovered Daisy’d married, did some bootlegging, piled up a fortune. He bought an estate across the lake from Daisy's exclusive home, filled it with antiques, stocked his li- brary with Shakespeare, imported his shirts from Bond Street. All for Daisy. Then he went after her. To Gatsby, it didn’t matter that Daisy’s child was four years old, that her husband was both rich and blue-blooded. Gatsby thought you could begin again. Daisy wasn't as simple as Gatsby. She was soft, she and she was a coward. She never knew quite how to cope. Her husband wasn't faithful, and she used to say she hoped her child would grow up to be a beautiful little fool, because that was the best thing that could happen to a girl. And she loved Gatsby. “Tell me what to do,” she says to Gatsby, finally. “Sometimes I’m frightfully clever, but I’m not very intelligent.” For a while, it looks as though Gatsby will triumph, through sheer earnestness, but there’s an accident. Daisy’s driving Gatsby’s car, and she kills a woman, and Gatsby takes the blame. The dead wom- was sweet, The Great Gatsby: Alan Ladd and Betty Field confront Betty's husband, played by Barry Sulli- van. Ladd wants her to go away with him. an’s husband shoots him. There’s the ending, neat and pitiful. Gatsby’s dedicated life lead- ing to his inevitable death. Daisy’s weakness leading to her inevitable life. She was a prod- uct of her time and her class. She could neither escape, nor, having escaped, be hap- py. The cast is good, but Betty Field turns in a great performance. She understands Daisy. ONCE MORE, MY DARLING Cast: Robert Montgomery, Ann Blyth, Jane Cowl, Taylor Holmes Universal-International Robert Montgomery’s having a fling at be- ing a movie actor, despite his lawyer-mother’s objections. Mother (Jane Cowl) wants him to practice law, too. And as if he hasnt got also showing... capsule criticism of films previously reviewed THE BARKLEYS OF BROADWAY (MGM)—This re- union of Ginger Rogers and Fred Astaire is a happy event in all respects. Their dancing is as wonder- ful as ever, the songs and dialogue bright, the Technicolor production handsome. With Oscar Levant and Billie Burke. THE BEAUTIFUL BLONDE FROM BASHFUL BEND (20th-Fox) —Betty Grable as a straight-shooting gal of the Wild West who accidentally becomes a school- marm. Some of the hilarity isn’t very hilarious, but a number of laughs do develop in the course of this cock-eyed Preston Sturges epic. With Rudy Vallee, Cesar Romero and Olga San Juan. EDWARD, MY SON (MGM)—Spencer Tracy, driven by ambition for his son, becomes one of the most powerful men in England by tossing ethics out the window. A solid, absorbing drama, excellently acted. With Deborah Kerr, lan Hunter and Leueen MacGrath. THE FORBIDDEN STREET (20th-Fox} — Maureen O’Hara, a respectable girl of the Victorian era, goes to live in the slums with the no-account artist she’s married. She has a bad time until he dies and a poor but ambitious youth finds her. Dana Andrews takes both men’s roles. Slow-paced, but intelligently performed. THE FOUNTAINHEAD (Warners})—Gary Cooper as a great architect whose insistence on rugged in- dividuality knows no bounds and Patricia Neal as a rich girl who thinks he’s dandy, anyway. With Raymond Massey, Kent Smith, Robert Douglas and Henry Hull. THE GIRL FROM JONES BEACH (Warners)—A very light but very pleasant comedy in which artist Ronald Reagan tried to get schoolteacher Virginia Mayo to be his model. With Eddie Bracken and 110 Dona Drake. THE GREAT DAN PATCH (U.A.)—Dan Patch, who flourished before the days of motor cars, was the greatest trotting horse who ever lived. Seems he was also involved in human romances, and that’s stressed here. A right charming movie, with Gail Russell, Dennis O’Keefe, Henry Hull and John Hoyt—none of whom, incidentally, plays Dan Patch. THE GREAT SINNER (MGM)—Another movie that shows you what happens when gambling gets in the blood. This one’s a big, expensive-looking affair that takes place in a fashionable European resort in the 1860’s. The big, expensive-looking cast includes Gregory Peck, Ava Gardner, Walter Huston, Melvyn Douglas. Ethel Barrymore and Frank Morgan. Swell entertainment. HOME OF THE BRAVE (U.A.)—A potent study of racial discrimination, the case in point being the experiences of a young Negro soldier in a Pacific battle area of World War II. James Edwards, as the Negro, is splendid, and Douglas Dick, Steve Brodie, Frank Lovejoy, Lloyd Bridges and Jeff Corey also contribute solidly to this extraordinarily exciling and moving film. ILLEGAL ENTRY (Univ.-Int.)—Howard Duff, an Im- migration Service inspector, joins a gang of alien- smuggling mobsters to get the evidence. Lots of thrills here. With George Brent, Marta Toren, Paul Stewart and Gar Moore. INTERFERENCE (RKO)—Victor Mature as a star pro football player and Lizabeth Scott as his interior- decorator wife whose selfishness almost ruins him. Lucille Ball is Vic’s ever-loving secretary. A well- done drama, with Sonny Tufts and Lloyd Nolan. IT HAPPENS EVERY SPRING (20th-Fox) —Chemis- try professor Ray Milland happens on a mixture that causes baseballs to shy away from bats, and enough trouble, the Army (he’s a reserve officer) recalls him to duty. Army wants him to track down a crook. This crook stole val- uable jewels from occupied Germany, but he fell in love with debutante Ann Blyth, and made her a gift of some of them. Army knows this because Ann posed for a perfume endorsement wearing one of the pendants. Montgomery‘s instructions are to romance Ann, get his and her picture in the papers, thus smoking the jealous crook out of hiding. (Crook's left town, and nobody's been able to pick up his trail.) Robert sets out to fas- cinate Ann, which isn’t hard. She cares for him passionately the minute she lays eyes on him. He has trouble protecting himself, since she takes to running after him in her pajamas. He thinks she’s very pretty, but she smells vile, because the people for whom she did the perfume ad gave her gallons of their product and she practically swims in +t. (Other diners hold their noses when she enters a restaurant.) Montgomery explains that he doesn’t want to appear priggish, but that if he gives in io her too easily, he may find himself giving in to some other young girl the same way, and she wouldn't like that, would she? Ann, however, has the most hon- orable intentions. She wants to marry him. He’s in a fix, and not even his commanding officer will help him. “Fine,” that cold-blooded official says. ‘Elope—that'll bring the crook out of his hole. He’s not going to let you marry his girl. And by the way, have you |! got a gun?” That's how this movie goes. Farce and more farce, highly enjoyable. | becomes a great baseball pitcher. Jean Peters is his girl and Paul Douglas his baseball buddy. A delightful comedy indeed. THE LADY GAMBLES (Univ.-Int.)—Barbara Stan- wyck winds up in the gutter on account of how she loves those games of chance. Barbara gives * her role the dramatic works, but nonetheless the picture is never very convincing. With Robert Preston, Stephen McNally. Edith Barrett and John Hoyt. LUST FOR GOLD (Columbia)—A fast, exciting, | violent Western—something about a lost gold mine. With Glenn Ford, Ida Lupino, Gig Young — and Will Geer. NEPTUNE'S DAUGHTER (MGM) —Esther Williams, | Red Skelton, Betty Garrett, Ricardo Montalban and Keenan Wynn in one of those large Tech- | nicolor musicals that Metro does so satisfactorily. jj That wonderful song, “Baby, It’s Cold Outside,” is in this. q SAND (20th-Fox)—-Mark Stevens as the owner of |} a prize horse who escapes and goes wild. Coleen | Gray helps him bring him back despite numerous | violent complications. With Rory Calhoun and Charlie Grapewin. Entertaining. | SORROWFUL JONES (Para.)—Bob Hope as aj} Broadway bookie who becomes the guardian of | five-year-old Mary Jane Saunders. A very success-' | ful remake of the famous Little Miss Marker. Hope. is wonderful, little Saunders is awfully cute, the whole thing’s something you'll love. With Lucille Ball, William Demarest and Bruce Cabot. STAMPEDE (Allied Artists)—Cattlemen versus set- 9 tlers in this Western. Yes, it’s exciting and fast-' moving and everything. With Rod Cameron, Gale. Storm, Johnny Mack Brown.

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