Modern Screen 1956-04 Vol. 50, No. 4

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The doctor’s deodorant discovery that now safely stops odor 24 hours a day You’re serene. You're sure of yourself. You’re bandbox perfect from the skin out. And you stay that way night and day with New Mum Cream. Because New Mum now contains M-3 (hexachlorophene) which clings to your skin—keeps on stopping perspiration odor 24 hours a day. So safe you can use it daily—won’t irritate normal skin or damage fabrics. Underarm comparison tests made by doc- tors proved a deodorant without M-3 stopped odor only a few hours—while New Mum with M-3 stopped odor a full 24 hours! ANOTHER FINE PRODUCT OF BRISTOL-MYERS April, 1956 AMERICA’S GREATEST MOVIE MAGAZINE modern screen *“GRACE AND THE PRINCE 37 38 40 42 stories WHAT RUSS TOLD VENETIA (Russ Tamblyn).....0.0..0..ccccccecereee by Lou Larkin 44 IT’S JUST OUR SECRET (Jean Simmons-Stewart Granger ) by Louis Pollock 48 THE TRUTH ABOUT OSCAR (Academy Awards) ........0:...c:c-- by Sidney Skolsky 50 BROTHER BEN AND ME (Ben Cooper)............ccccccccccccesseseeeeseteeeses by Bunny Cooper 52 THE DARK ONE, THE QUIET ONE (Marisa Pavan.)................ by Kirtley Baskette 54 MAMA GOES A-HUNTING (Pier Angeli)......0..c0.ccccccseccssvesssessesesseeseesseereeseerseseseeeseees 56 I ALWAYS MISS THE KIDS (James Stewart).......000.0.00cccee by Steve Cronin 59 ALWAYS A DATE—NEVER A BEST GIRL (Lori Nelson)................ by Jane Wilkie 60 AND A HAPPY NEW LIFE TO YOU (Gregory Peck)................... by Radie Harris 62 I WASN'T MEANT TO BE A SAINT (Jane Russell )...................... by Susan Wender 64 HESTON AND SON (Charlton Heston )....0.00.0.cccccceeeees by Philip Chapman 66 featurettes SWEATER BOY IN PARIS (Tony Curtis) ...0...0.0.0 cece: by Helen Gould 6 COOP’S NO COW POKE (Gary Cooper).................... by Reba and Bonnie Churchill 20 ALWAYS LOOK AT THE OTHER PERSON (Kim Novak) 34 NATALIEIS) PICK/ UP @Natalie Wood) acess tee eee 86 departments LOUELLA’ (PARSONS, TN) HOLLYWOOD xara eer en nee ee 11 THE ‘INSIDE, STORY cicisc scl esc veces scence ne eet pean ee cae ee Oe cee 4 TV. TAR ooo ooo sec ce Sieg cae a Ct eS 8 MUSIC7EROM HOLLYWOOD ieee ee by Lyle Kenyon Engel 22 NEW ‘(MOVIES eiiei5. ier ea Ue en are by Florence Epstein 28 MODERN SCREEN FASHIONS... 76 SIOO. FOR) YOUN eae 5 cocdecacc ieee oes eee ere ee hae ee ee 80 DISC JOCKEY DERBY WINNERS! oo eer reteteneteteereeeeeeeeees 32 *On the Cover: Color portrait of Grace Kelly by Howell Conant,of Topix Photos. Grace can soon be seen in MGM's The Swan and High Society. Other photographers’ credits on page 88. CHARLES D. SAXON, editor MARY ANNE GUITAR, managing editor CARL SCHROEDER, western manager BARBARA J. MAYER, story editor BILL WEINBERGER, art editor MARILYN REISS, production editor BOB BEERMAN, staff photographer KATIE ROBINSON, western editor AUDREY FREIHEIT, assistant art editor FERNANDO TEXIDOR, art director NOTICE TO SUBSCRIBERS Changes of address should reach us five weeks in advance of the next issue date. Give both your old and new address, enclosing if possible yon old address label. POSTMASTER: Please send notice on Form No. 3579 to 263 Ninth Avenue, New York 1, N. Y. MODERN SCREEN, Vol. 50, No. 4, April, 1956. Published Ponthly by Dell Publishing Company, Inc. Office of publication at t Washington and South Aves., Dunellen, N. J. Executive cud editorial offices, 261 Fifth Avenue, New ¥ York 1 Y. Dell eabscripsion, Service: 10 West 33rd St., New York 1, N. ¥. Chicago advertising office, 991 Ro LaSalle St., Chicago, Ill. Los Angeles advertising and editorial offices: 8701 West 3rd Street, Los Angeles 48, California. ‘George ie Delacorte, Jr., President; Helen Meyer, Vice-Pres.; Albert P. Delacorte, Vice-Pres. Published simultaneously in the Dominion of Canada. International co; EMIS Hailes under the provisions of the Revised Convention for the Protection of Literary and Artistic Works. All rights reserved under the altars Aires Convention. Single copy price 20c in U.S. A. and Possessions, and Cast ida. Subscriptions in U. S. A. and Canada $2.00 one year; $3.50 two years; $5.00 three years; Foreign, $3.00 a year. Entered as second class matter September 18, 1930, at the post office at Dunellen, N. J., under Act of March 3, 1879. Copyright 1956 by Dell Publishing ‘Company, Inc, Printed in U. S. A. The publishers accept no responsibility for the return of unsolicited material. Trademark No. 301778.

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eel es ns ee Tampax rests its case on the opin- ion of doctors, parents and others in a good position to advise. Tampax was invented by a doctor for the welfare of all women. In the past 20 years, Tampax has been used by millions of women. There is no mystery about the product. It consists of highly absorbent, pure surgical cotton in disposable appli- cators. It prevents odor from forming. Prevents chafing and irritation—the user can’t even feel it. When used by active women, it enables them to do everything from swimming to horse- back riding—without paying any at- tention to differences in days of the month. Many women speak of “graduating” to Tampax—implying strongly that it is the most desirable form of sanitary protection available today. Tampax has always felt that when a girl is ready for this product, she will use itc—and be happier for it. In the meantime, knowledge of this product is impor- tant for every woman. Tampax Incor- porated, Palmer, Mass. TONY CURTIS: sweater boy in paris. Tony has discovered a new design for living! ™ Clark Gable made the turtleneck sweater famous; now Tony Curtis, sometimes referred to as the Teenager’s Clark Gable, has gone him one better. One day he had the inspiration of having a turtleneck sweater made of suede. Now, around the studio when he’s not in costume, Tony is a real casual cat, in a comfortable pair of clean denims or jeans. But for the right occasion, nobody gets more sartorial than Tony—who goes in a big way for things like ruffled eve- ning shirts. So Tony descended with his inspiration for a suede turtleneck on the little Universal City tailor who has his shop about two blocks from Univer- sal-International Studio. The tailor, surprised, shrugged his shoulders, said, “Okay,” and made two. After that, Tony tossed the sweater jobs into the back of a closet. Deep in the back. He couldn’t face what he’d have to go through with certain cronies, and gagsters, around the studio like, say, Jeff Chandler, Rock Hud- son and producer Aaron Rosenberg. But packing for Paris to make Trapeze, with Burt Lancaster, Tony came upon the sweaters. He thought, “Well—it’s Paris. Why not?” So one morning he put on one of the suedes and sashayed into the Cirque d’Hiver, the famous Winter Circus, for the day’s shooting. He didn’t shrink self- consciously; he walked as if making quite certain that chip stayed on his shoulder. Sure enough, the first thing that happened was big, grinning Burt Lan- caster demanding, “Where’d you get the threads?” “What,” demanded Tony, “is it to you?” making clear he wanted no levity. “Why,” said Burt to him meekly, “I think it’s the most. I want one just like it.” Instead of ribs, Tony kept getting pleas—to divulge the source. A Paris photog snapped a picture of Tony in the sweater. The Paris men’s shops began to get requests from customers who, picture in hand, wanted to look like Tony Curtis. One tailoring outfit contacted Tony about manufacturing the item. Tony said, “Porquoi non?” meaning “What have I got to lose?” —and the firm was in business. But Tony is not an ungrateful type guy. To supervise the operation, he arranged for the French concern to bring over the little tailor from Universal City. So, as things stand now, pretty soon there'll be suede turtleneck sweaters, for men, emanating from Paris—not from that usual font of men’s fashions, London. Well, if Janet Leigh can go in the dress business, Tony can go in the clothes business, too. Tony’s wife really goes—but he manages to keep up with her. When it comes to panicking Paris with a turtleneck, he’s even a step ahead of her. And as he said to the man, Porquoi non? —by Helen Gould

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The Monroe isn’t chic... Arthur and his ocelot .. . Bankhead versus Brando TV TALK Audrey Hepburn may have lost weight, but it isn’t because she’s worried or sick or un- happy. The reason’s simple: She’s back taking dancing lessons again. She started her career as a dancer, you know, and she’s once more working very hard at it—a lesson a day, in fact . . .You’d expect the very sophisticated Noel Coward to live in a grand hotel when visiting New York—or perhaps stay with old friends in their chic apartments. Not at all. He checks into a big commercial hotel—the same one Jimmy Durante makes his New York headquarters—right smack in the mid- dle of noisy Times Square. He has always stayed there, and has become great friends with some of the help over the years. He doesn’t even get a good-looking suite. He takes an old, small, dark two-room suite, and often doesn’t let the chambermaid tidy up the bedroom or make the bed because he wants things where he left them .. . The Jackie Coopers and the Jeffrey Haydens (Eva Marie Saint) are great friends . . . Famous producer Fred Coe will probably join the ever-increasing list of Tv workers who are switching to moving picture work .. . As you know, Marilyn Monroe does not doll herself up except when she’s making a public appear- ance. She often greets people at her apartment dressed in old slacks, no shoes, and—the big- gest surprise of all—a big shapeless sweater that’s about as flattering as a T-shirt. Her apartment, by the way, is rather small. It’s in a big building on New York’s fancy Sutton Place, and it contains a living room, dining room, bedroom and kitchen. It still has a sparsely-furnished air about it as though she’d just moved in. The living room is particularly small, with only one window. You walk down three steps to enter it, and the first thing to catch your eye is a pair of very large wood lamps that are gilded in a dull gold tone; they have huge shades, and are so big that they don’t need tables to perch on. They sit on the floor. The color scheme is beige, brown and rust. The rug and some of the chairs are beige, and the rust is used in silk curtains that completely cover one entire wall. She’s used a mixture of styles: Some chairs are French provincial while her wood pieces—tables and a chest—are shiny, blond and very modern. The couch is dark brown. On either side of the fireplace are bookshelves—and the books look as though they’d been read, all of them . . . Remember the colored nylons that were the rage about ten years ago? Nancy Berg is one of the few women to wear them now. Her black hose are almost as dark as her black dresses. Some of her earrings are so long that they almost hit her shoulders . . . You’ve heard about how hard some performers work, but we think maybe Louis "Satchmo" Arm- strong beats them all. He’s been known to 8 show up for a dental appointment and, while The long-awaited wedding of Hal March and Candy Toxton took place in Las Vegas. waiting for the dentist to call him, go to the men’s room. There he falls sound asleep! His dentist learned long ago where to find him, and calmly goes out and wakes him up. We figure that any man who can conk out just before facing a drill is tired .. . Arthur Ken- nedy lives in Connecticut with his wife and two children—and two huge cats, one dog, two sheep and an ocelot. The ocelot is not exactly tame—in fact, he’s a pretty mean oce- lot—but so far he hasn’t snapped at anyone seriously, so the Kennedys keep him in the television room and just hope he doesn’t es- cape again. He did once, and the whole fam- ily crept around the countryside whispering “Kitty, here, kitty.” They were afraid to tell anyone it was an ocelot for fear of scaring them to death. It turned out the big cat was more afraid than the people would have been. He found his way back home by himself and dashed back to his Tv room, where he’s stayed happily ever since . . . Tallulah Bankhead told her friends that she was more excited about appearing in A Streetcar Named Desire than she ever had been about any play in her whole career. She was not sorry that Marlon Brando was not playing opposite her, how- ever. La Bankhead does not have the high opinion of Brando’s acting technique that many people do . . . Orson Welles has cer- tainly been charming on television since his return to this country from his long sojourn in Europe. He’s acted like a man full of noth- ing but sweetness and light and equanimity toward all. But don’t think for one instant that he has changed his mind about granting interviews to people he doesn’t like. Mr. Welles is a man who can hold a grudge. If a magazine or newspaper made him mad fifteen years ago by something they printed about him, he is still mad. And he absolutely refuses to see any representative—no matter how big the publication or how big and nice a story it wants to do on him now . . . Gene Tier- ney not only has a definite flair for interior decoration—a flair that has made her Con- Peggy King’s marital problems haven't gotten her down yet—the gal’s trying to remain cheer- ful. Her latest success was at the Mocambo. necticut home one of the show places of the state—but also designs fabrics for furniture and clothes. On top of that, she recently took up painting, mainly canvases of flowers, and is already much better than most amateurs ... Sonja Henie's life is still punctuated with those explosions she’s so famous for. In one week she managed to fan two flare-ups, one when she insisted on inviting only her friends to her party for the press and another when she failed to show up for a benefit perform- ance she’d promised to attend. She may have had her good reasons, of course, but both actions sure added to her reputation for being “difficult.” .. . Linda Darnell was very upset when her marriage to brewing tycoon Philip Liebmann broke up. She went into complete hiding for several days, staying where no one would have dreamed of finding her, with some old friends who would have protected her if anyone had tracked her down. Betty Furness is looking so pretty these days, it’s enough to make you think she’s falling in love. She may look attractive and efficient when she’s spieling for Westinghouse appliances on Studio One, but when she’s gadding around town in the evenings, she looks all fluffy pink and white—absolutely starry-eyed . . . We bet we know one reason it’s been announced that Mary Martin is not going to do Peter Pan again. We bet Mary wants to let her hair grow. First it was short for all that time she was playing Nellie Forbush in South Pacific, and no sooner had she started to let it grow than she had to clip it off again to play Peter. .". . Lots of people have been jealous of pho- tographer Milton Greene ever since he took Over managing Marilyn Monroe's career. Others have just been plain mad at him for something else. Now that he’s such an extra- important photographer, he can request his models to come to his Connecticut studio to pose. There are stars who would rather have their pictures snapped by a non-manager pho- tographer in New York City instead of having to trek back and forth to the country. tv’s loveliest saleslady, Betty Furness, and Hollywood’s eligible bachelor, Cesar Romero, have fun at New Vork’s popular Harwyn Club. s

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(Continued from page 4) @. Can you reveal Richard Widmark’s salary in two pictures: Backlash and Run For The Sun? —J.G., Ursana, It. A. In Backlash, Widmark gets 50% of the profits; in Run For The Sun $200,- 000 and 20% of the profits. @. Hasn’t Ava Gardner been visiting Dominguin, the bull-fighter, in quiet, out-of-the-way places near Madrid? —D.C., Barcetona, SPAIN A. Dominguin has been bull-fighting in South America, is now happily married. ®. Will Red Skelton ever make movies again ? —S.A., VINCENNES, IND. A. He hopes to make one this year. Q. Was Dick Haymes really responsible for keeping Orson Welles from co-star- ring with his ex-wife~ Rita Hayworth? —D.F., Miami, Fra. A. Haymes told Columbia Studio of- ficials that Rita would not approve of Welles, for Joseph And His Brethren. @. Is Anita Ekberg well liked in Swe- den? —A.V., DututTH, MINN. A. No. Q. Is the feud between Marilyn Monroe and Darryl Zanuck over? —M_.R., San Francisco, CA. A. There was never a personal feud be- tween these two, just contractual dif- ficulties. @. Does Hedda Hopper really hate José Ferrer? I’ve heard this in Hollywood a thousand times. —V.C., Hortywoop, Cat. A. She is not one of his ardent admirers. @. Is it on the level that Eddie Fisher has been fighting with his RKO bosses? —C.S., PHILADELPHIA, Pa. A. Eddie does not like the title, Every Mother Should Be Married, the picture he is scheduled to make with wife Deb- bie Reynolds. Halo—unlike most shampoos— contains no greasy oils or soap to leave dulling, dirt-catching film! @. Has Frank Sinatra been quietly dating his first wife? Does second wife Ava Gardner keep a picture of Frank in her dressing room? —F.K., Battrmore, Mb. Clear, liquid Halo bursts into rain-soft lather in any kind of water. Cleans thoroughly, quickly, then rinses completely, carrying away dirt and dusty-looking dandruff. Brings out all of your hair’s bright, shining beauty with each shampoo. Get safe, gentle Halo today! A. Yes on both counts. @. How much does it cost Mickey Rooney in alimony, child support and unsuccessful marriages ? Halo Glorifies Your Hair—Naturally! Pea RE eee "ll A. Approximately $1,500 a month.

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modern screen’s & page gossip extra! "oc. LOUELLA PARSONS hollywood Bob & Rosemarie: ae Another bachelor z ie, is gone, girls! IN THIS SECTION Good News eps, Marriage of the month Personal to Lauren Bacall — Jerry Lewis, boy cowpoke Golden Nugget Ball Doris and June give a party «

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OUELLA PARSONS in hollywood louella parsons’ LE GOOD NEWS i You don’t wana see Gene Autry with the Roy Rogers—but that’s him congratulating them on their Spelvin Award for doing 4,000 benefits! Ava Gardner (very sedately dressed, | must sav!) met Queen Elizabeth and the Duke of On her first day on High Society ee a you Edinburgh in London. That’s British star Jack Hawkins the Duke is talking to, and to Ava’s think. Grace’s present was? A can of nuts each for right, Diana Dors and Steve Cochran. Ava looks happy; life in Spain agrees with her! her and Frankie—and they passed them around. THE MARRIAGE OF THE MONTH: Bob Stack and Rosemarie Bowe Girls, now we've lost Robert Stack, practically the last of the eligible bachelors and certainly the most ardent hold-out. Many people thought Bob would never marry. But on January 24, he married his sweetheart of the past two years, Rosemarie Bowe. Although the wedding took place in the Lutheran Church with flowers and lighted candles and Rosemarie wearing the traditional veil, only the families were in attendance. Bob’s brother, Jim Stack, was best man, and Mrs. Jim (Wanda Hendrix) was matron of honor. From the church, the happy pair dashed to the airport and a plane to Honolulu. The marriage came as a particular surprise because just a few weeks previous, Bob and Rosemarie had had a quarrel. During the time they were parted, ‘tis said that Mortimer Hall (Ruth Roman's ex) fell for Rosemarie like a ton of bricks. They dated many times. Maybe it was this “danger” from the outside that made Bob realize that he better speak up fast. Anyway, on his birthday they celebrated their ‘kiss and make-up” dinner at Ciro’s— and ten days later they were married on the second anniversary of their first date. With Stack now a Benedict—we're losing our bachelor supply rapidly. Rock Hudson married Phyllis Gates, Eddie Fisher made Debbie Reynolds his Missus, writer Bill Morrow and cafe socialite Johnny Meyer went out of circulation, and soon we're losing Donald O'Connor to Gloria Noble and George Nader to Dani Crayne. Rosemarie wore white satin brocade.

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told me Terry was only kidding for Gary Crosby— but I say she’s trying to out-do Jerry Lewis! THE GOSSIP OF THE MONTH is that if it weren't for the easy-going, good- humored disposition of her fiancé, Prince Rainier III, there would have been a serious break between Grace Kelly and her whole family. Grace, who loathes personalities, was aghast when distant relatives from Ireland predicted (in near headlines) that she should have many children as she comes from a “fertile” clan. Her famous uncle, playwright George Kelly, was on record as being no more interested in her engagement to the Prince of Monaco than he was in her winning an Academy award, adding, “She hasn't half the talent of her older sister, anyway.” Even Mama Kelly wasn't exactly a Kelly blushing unseen, or unheard. Only Papa, the publicized former brick- layer—now a millionaire, seemed to have kept his mouth closed. : 3000 miles away in Hollywood, getting ready to start High Society with Bing Crosby and Frank Sinatra, Her Grace was begin- ning to seethe! That’s putting it mildly! Rev. Attwood held the double-ring ceremony. My girl Judy has put on weight again, but the fans don’t care. They cheered the marquee down when she arrived at the Golden Arm premiere. And who comes along to pour oil on the troubled waters? No one but her Prince, who was in Florida at the time, fulfilling engage- ments he had made previous to his engage- ment to Grace. My private spy reports that the Prince put in long distance calls to. Princess Kelly daily (and nightly), laughing her out of her pique and telling her it didn’t matter in the least as far as he is concerned. His whole attitude was an amused shrug of the shoulders. The more I hear about this very nice young man the better I like him. He’s turning out to be a Prince in more than a title. And my bet is that Grace is finding this out, too! Of course, Bing and Frankie are having the time of their lives with their about-to-be-royal co-star. The first day Grace drove up to the rehearsal stage in her old Chevvy, Bing— arrayed in livery (which he’d borrowed from the MGM wardrobe department) stepped out, took her car and parked it—all deadpan. Frank drops a curtsy every time she walks past him. When he and Bing discuss her they always refer to Grace in the third person. “The Princess is very light on her hoofs this Bob’s mother wore a black suit, mink cape. Poor Pier and Vic! All that trouble when Pier was pregnant and now she’s broken her ankle just before she was to start her new pic. morning,’ quoth Frankie, following a dance rehearsal. “Verily,” replied Bing, ‘and her pipes were very fine in our song.” RAMBLING AROUND PALM Springs: The Jack Bennys’ New Year's eve party had more stars in attendance than there were in the skies twinkling over the popular desert resort. The night was so mild and there was such a profusion of flowers inside the gay living room and a-bloom in the patio, you'd never have guessed it was mid- winter. New Year's is always a sentimental holiday for the Bennys and Gracie Allen and George Burns. For twenty-five consecutive years these four fast friends have been together as the old year rings out and the new year rings in. Of course, there are always many wise- cracks—particularly between Jack and George about who is the ‘‘youngest’’—but there’s al- ways a feeling of deep sentiment and affection between the Bennys and the Burnses that, unfortunately, is too rare in this business called show business. Wandra Hendrix wore her own wedding gown.

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1H ri j i LOUELLA PARSONS | in potlwous Personal to LAUREN BACALL and others of the ‘‘Holmby Hills Rat Pack”’ & Perhaps it was because your interview about how you and Bogey and Frank Sinatra, Judy Garland and Sid Luft and several others have banded together in a “cute” little group called THE HOLMBY HILLS RAT PACK, broke on an unfortunate day that the whole thing seems so un- t amusing to me. The very newspaper edition that carried your quotes, Baby, on your gang and how you are all having sweaters made up with rats on the back, was filled with a tragic story about a juvenile gang war in Los Angeles. Several teen-age boys were stabbed. Eleven of them were arrested and turned over to juvenile authorities. So I am sure you can see my point, that it was a little ‘shocking to turn over a few pages and read your facetious comments about your “adult delinquent’ gang—even if it is all in fun. I am fully aware that you and your good pals meet only for social events or gay week-end expeditions to Sinatra’s house in Palm Springs or to Las Vegas. It would all be very funny if it weren't for that fact that so many teen agers take everything done by movie stars with dead seriousness, And, believe me, there is nothing funny about juvenile gangs! If you and the other Rat Packers want to keep on with your harmless gag, it’s all right. But I wouldn't give out any more publicity on it as something “cute” or “funny.” You and Bogey and Frank and Judy and Sid are big kids now for such nonsense. ae with popular singer Patti poe and. Charlie O’Curran (sooooo in love, these two). Charlie, who is Betty Hutton’s ex, will be Patti's next husband, or a lot of people miss their guess. But to get back to the Bennys. We arrived in time to see Danny Kaye at the piano in great form, Frank Sinatra, the William Goetzes, Claudette Colbert, Lucille Ball, Lauren Bacall, Humphrey Bogart and others. All in all, Palm Springs is season. i Cutest sight around the Tamarisk Golf! Course is Doris Day, in black sweater and tight pink pants, taking golf lessons with a tall, freckled-faced young fella of thirteen, named Terry—who just happens to be her son. Marty Melcher, who knows how to play golf, just heckles ‘em. It might be a fashion tip to you girls that pink is the favored color of the glamour girls this season. Patti Page’s entire desert ward- robe was in pink, everything from shorts to chiffon cocktail gowns to pink-and-white striped sports dresses and shirts. Some other sights I saw around the Springs: Irene Hervey looking sad and pensive after Allan Jones’ second unexpected walk-out. As Irene puts it, "We seem to be perfectly happy, at least I am. And then he suddenly just says he’s leaving—and that’s it!" And then there’s Frank Sinatra, arrayed in Mexican apron and sombrero (with a green feather stuck out of the top for no reason at all) grilling blueberry flapjacks in his patio for 2 p.m. “breakfast’’ for the David Nivens, Humphrey Bogarts and William Goetzes. Hopalong Cassidy (otherwise known as Bill Boyd) attracting not a whit more attention in his all-white Western get-up than any other cowboy in this town of cowboys. - Cute “Mousey” Powell (Mrs. William) driving round in a big new car equipped with a record player (the car, not Mousey). And, surrounding everything—there is the unchanging majesty of the purple and gold mountains which completely rim this favored playground of constantly changing celebrities. having a big 1956 GOT OFF TO SUCH a slam- bang start with Hollywood news stories break- ing right and left every day (all headline events, too) that it practically made a basket- case out of your girl reporter—that’s me. Within the first fifteen days of January the following earth-shaking events took place: Grace Kelly became engaged to His Serene Highness, Prince Rainier III of Monaco, the biggest and most publicized Hollywood love story since her un-Serene ex-Highness Rita Hayworth became engaged to and married Prince Aly Khan. The betting now is that before Grace mar- ries her Prince their story will have even wider coverage than that of Rita and Aly, because they are having an even longer en- gagement and there’s even more time for reams and reams of material to be written. Then, Marilyn Monroe made up her long standing feud with 20th Century-Fox at least to the point. of signing with them to star in Bus Stop, plus four more pictures in the next four years, plus the right to make movies for herself on the outside, plus her Tv rights, plus stage rights, plus, plus, plus.

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me’ eae: oe ” : Seed, - . OS aa When Ah makes a Western movie, Ah lives mah part. Ah looks it, walks it, Ah even aches it—drat mah saddle sores! = = = re sn Yip FO An’ no iily-livered gun-slinger gets the draw on Killer Lewis. Ah does a fast twirl with mah trusty Colt, and—oops! iP sa 84 a But Ah’m so good with mah guns it ain’t hardly fair. So Ah takes ’em with fists and a Ii’] judo. Then Ah shoots ’em! JERRY LEWIS HAS certainly gone Western for Pardners, his new movie with Dean Martin. It’s so good to see these two in high spirits again—as these riotous pictures of Jerry clowning off screen show. They've been hav- ing so much fun together that there hasn't been a bit of tension between them at any time during the filming, to everyone’s great joy—and relief! 15

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LOUELLA PARSONS | in hollywood AB 7 At: ist Jimmy McHugh and I (I came as a Grande Dame!) had fun with Dana Wynter and Greg Bautzer. The Golden Nugget Ball for the Jimmy McHugh Charities was the gayest night of the Palm Springs’ season. I might say it was a gala week end, for the festivities started on Friday and went through Sunday. First, there was the Marusia Fashion Show at the beautiful Tennis Club, during which we all got a fascinating peek at the summer fashions. In the same room Saturday night, high style was forgotten as everyone got dolled up in costume. We had to go all the way to Palm Springs for the Golden Nugget Ball—but it was worth it just for the costumes! Eva Gabor wore part of her fab- ulous jewelry collection—and glitiered! Rhonda Fleming, her titian-red hair in braids, won the first prize for the ‘most beautiful” costume. She was an Indian maid (with the shortest skirt an Indian belle ever saw), feathers in her hair and a large gold nugget worn around her neck. ; Eva Gabor was another beauty attracting much attention although she wore no costume. Her evening gown was a lovely creation. Dana Wynter came as a cute cowgirl and, of course, she danced every dance with pop- And Rhonda Fleming danced with her Dr. Lew all night at the affair in the Tennis Club. ular legal light Greg Bautzer. The big brown- eyed Dana makes no secret of being very much in love with this attractive gentleman. Bonita Granville (Mrs. Jack Wrather) looked so pretty with a big ten-gallon hat on her head. Mostly there were socialites in attendance from both Los Angeles and Palm Springs—and there was an unusual amount of enthusiasm for this event because all proceeds went to the Desert Hospital, the only hospital in Palm Springs. When Dodo Day and June Allyson got together to give a barbecue you’d have thought i" “Just what I need on a warm day,” said Dodo—‘a cold barbecue!” “Hands off,’ ordered June. “We've serving hot dogs—not lady fingers!” bash “T am a girl of many talents,’ Doris said. “If asked to entertain, I'm ready.” “Very good,’ June said, “but I didn’t know you'd act for peanuts!’

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i Just previous to all of the above doings, Gregory Peck slipped away and quietly mar- ried his French newspaperwoman sweetheart, Veronique Passani,on New Year’s eve. Jean Simmons and Stewart Granger take this busy time to tell the worid they're ex- pecting their first baby in the summer. Ditto Yvonne De Carlo and Robert Morgan. Ditto Rosemary Clooney and José Ferrer, who ex- pect their second during the summer months. Not to be left out of things, Donald O’Con- nor admitted to me via telephone from Las Vegas that he’s marrying Gloria Noble. Business-wise, Rita Hayworth and Columbia Studio failed to come to terms and la Rita took off for Paris, where she is expected to marry Ramond Hakim, the new man in her life, who (like all the other men in her life) influences every move she makes. Henry Fonda and his wife of five years, Susan Blanchard, came to a parting of the ways, which is sad because of their child. Farley Granger and Janice Rule ended their engagement of three months with no word of explanaiion. Speaking of these two, whatever it was that parted them, it left both very bitter. Farl is quoted as saying he hopes he never sees Janice again. (I didn’t print this statement; it appeared in a New York column. But it certainly doesn't sound like Farley, who is always a gentleman, to me.) Anyway, Janice seems just as bitter. I doubt | if we'll ever know the truth. As I look back on these early milestones of 1956, remembering all the reams and reams of “copy” I have written about each event, plus the fact that at this writing there are eleven months more to go in the year, I ||they were a couple of giggly teen BSS, “Time to get dressed,” June advised. “All I'm putting on,” Doris said, | “4s a catcher’s mask. I've heard about your husband’s tossed salads!” wonder why some of you kids write me about how to become a columnist. My advice is to take up something easy —like digging sixteen tons! THE PARTY OF THE MONTH: It was like the good old days of informal Hollywood parties, when the guests furnished most of the entertainment, at the hilltop home of composer Jimmy Van Heusen, the night Dorothy and John Haskell “borrowed” the house for a cocktail-buffet. Not that I stayed this long, but the singing and dancing was going on until 6 a.m. the following morning! The first guests to arrive were Bing Crosby and his steady, Kathy Grant. Kathy was very conservatively dressed (the way Bing prefers ) in a simple black dress with a single-strand pearl necklace and earrings. It's been a long time since anyone has heard Bing sing at a public gathering, but he got such a kick out of Morty Jacobs’ hot trio, really jivin’ it up in the playroom, that he joined in with a few ditties early in the evening. = The honeymooning Debbie Reynolds and Eddie Fisher dropped in briefly on their way to Marge and Gower Champion's opening the same night at the Cocoanut Grove. Debbie was wearing that shirred fur coat of violent red which is her favorite wrap. I get a kick out of these two famous kids. When they saw Bing, they were as enthusiastic as a couple of fans. ; But things didn’t really start jumping until after dinner when Nat ‘King’ Cole and his Maria, Patti Page and Charlie O’Curran, and Th [i= aie “Vou ever seen those two before?” asked Dick Powell. “Never,’ said Marty Melcher, clutching his drink. “And I trust I never will again!” of all people—Barbara Stanwyck, who so seldom goes out socially, started a floor show. First, we all listened to Nat's perfectly wonderful recording of Jimmy McHugh’s new- est songs (written for the Broadway show, Strip For Action), sung as only the King can sing, ‘Too Young To Go Steady,” “Love Me As Though There Were No Tomorrow,” Dance Crazy”*and “I Found Out About Love And I Like It.” Listening to himself sing may have given Nat the idea to turn loose in person, because he took over at the piano and played and sang for hours. Soon he was joined by Patti Page who perched herself on the piano stool with Nat as they sang duet after duet. And Merle Oberon sighed, ‘Oh, if only someone had a tape-recorder here.’ It was a session for the swing addicts to swoon over! Then, with Patti and Nat still singing, Barbara Stanwyck and Charlie O’Curran (the choreographer and ex-husband of Betty Hut- ton) took over as a dance team. You expect Charlie to do some high stepping—but Barbara was a sensation as his partner. When I asked her how she learned to dance like that, she laughed, “Are you kidding, or have you forgotten that I used to be a chorus girl?” Susan Hayward couldn’t get over Barbara's dancing. “If I can sing in pictures,” she said referring to her warbling in I'l] Cry To- morrow, ‘Barbara certainly should dance— and let her fans see another side of her talent.” Susan’s gown attracted much attention. Most of the girls wore cocktail dresses, but agers—and you should have seen the men stare! Big ee Sr

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OUELLA PARSONS | in hollywood | the letter box “I would like to know why you write so much about Debbie Reyn- olds and Eddie Fisher? Your type- writer seems stuck in the rut of their names, always Debbie this —or Eddie that. Come on, Lou- ella, let’s hear something about George Nader, Jane Powell, Rock Hudson, that wonderful Rossano Brazzi and/or George Gobel,” blasts CONSTANCE MILES, CLEVE- LAND. Wow, Connie. Debbie and Eddie are in the news because they are popular young stars just married. I have written much about the other stars you mention whenever they are in the news. The mail is really explosive this month. RAMONA LARASO, STATEN ISLAND, has this tender message: “Tell Sharon Jones of White Plains—to dry up! Marlon Bran- do is the greatest actor in the world and she is the only person in the world tired of reading about him!” Girls, girls! VERA ROSENSTEIN, BROOKLYN, writes: “What's behind the very short engagement of Janice Rule and Farley Granger?” I don’t know, Vera. I hear Janice is really bitter about it. But she won't dis- cuss her troubles with Farley. I can't agree with you, however, that it was a publicity stunt. Neither Janice nor Farley would go for that. LORETTA HOMALY, TRENTON, N. J., says, “Eva Marie Saint is the loveliest of the new stars. She doesn’t have to depend on cheese- cake poses to put her over. I pre- dict right now that her career will be as long and as dignified and as important as Irene Dunne’s, that other ‘true lady’ before her.” A/2C HAROLD “RUSTY” WAL- TERS, DOVER, DELAWARE, wants to say how much he and many of his fellow airmen enjoyed Mop- ERN SCREEN’S anniversary issue and the “Good News” department of that issue. “What a kick it was to see those wonderful old pictures of Jean Harlow, Garbo, Clara Bow. I’m only twenty-two years old—but your comments brought back many happy memories.” This is a picture I like: the real Lillian Roth and the screen Lillian—Susan Hayward, of course—together at the Vl Cry premiere. Now, here’s a nosey pair! That “blonde” (it’s a wig!) is Lauren Bacall made up as a ghost and trying to scare Rock Hudson. (She didn’t.) Susan was in a long, flowing beige chiffon gown, very decolletté. She looked every inch the movie star, even in the way she held her hand out for the many admiring males to kiss. As John Bentley, the handsome young lead- ing man from England, now under contract to U-I put it, “This reminds me of the Holly- wood parties I used to read about years ago —before Hollywood stars began to remember they had to get up at six o’clock in the morn- ing.” So he remained until six! DEBORAH KERR AND STEWART Granger (both English, by the way) could put on a whale of a debate on the topic, “Should Married People Be Separated?” Stewart is really burning over the way movie assignments are keeping him and Jean Simmons apart. “It's a terrible thing for a man to be 7000 miles away when he learns that he and his wife are expecting their first baby,” he shouts. “I fly home as soon as I can get to Hollywood from London—and what happens? I arrive Sunday night and the fol- lowing Monday morning, Jean flies out to More separations for Liz and Mike now that he’s doing so many English films. Whenever she can leave the kids, Liz joins him overseas. And this nosey couple, who weren't trying to scare anyone, are Natalie Wood and Perry Lopez together at the Anything Goes preem. Reno, Nevada, on location for Hilda Crane. Ii we didn’t love one another so much, this would be a dangerous strain on our marriage.” On the other hand, Deborah told me when I interviewed her for a Sunday feature in my home, “No two people have been separated more often during a marriage than Tony (Bartley) and I. A great part of Tony’s work in television keeps him in England much of the time. For the past two years my time has been divided between Broadway, where I ap- peared on the stage in Tea And Sympathy, and Hollywood where I’ve made two films, The Proud And Profane and The King And I, “But, in our case, absence has really made our hearts grow fonder. We both look forward with such eagerness to the times when we will be reunited. Far from believing that separa- tions in distance—not in heart—are bad for a marriage, we believe they are a good thing. When married people are frequently apart— that ancient enemy of matrimony, boredom, can never creep in.” There you have two points of view. Whose side are you on? EDITOR’S NOTE: Congratulations, Louella, on the wonderful tribute paid you on the March 8 Climax show (CBS TV) when they dramatized your autobiography The Louella Parsons Story!

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| look like a Million for $400 IN SIMULATED lo PEARLS Many styles to choose from at your favorite store 22 .&S, ORIGINALS INC., 48 WEST 37TH STREET, NEW YORK BY LYLE KENYON ENGEL music from ALL THE LATEST NEWS ABOUT STARS, DISCS AND D-J’S FROM HOLLYWOOD'S MUSIC WORLD It Happened One Night, Columbia’s new musical co-starring June Ally- son and Jack Lemmon, is perhaps one of the most hilariously funny chases ever to happen in a motion picture. The distance covered is from Coro- nado, California to Houston, Texas: and you'll see June and Jack in a Greyhound bus, a jalopy, motels, bus depots, trudging on foot, across farmlands, creeks and highways. Someone on the set quipped that the title should be changed to Around The Southwest In 80 Days. June is supposed to be stung by a bee when Jack totes her across a stream. A real bumble bee secured for the part would not react on cue, but insisted on really stinging June when let loose. Special effects solved the problem by creating a bee out of lead and celluloid, then covering it with cotton. Who supplied the bee’s buzz? None other than director-producer Dick Powell, a former famous crooner. For people who save flubs: During a scene with Jack Lemmon, whose screen name is Peter, June suddenly started calling him Richard. The cameras were rolling, and when everybody broke out laughing, June was the most puzzled girl in the world. No one laughed harder than director Richard Powell, June’s husband. “Remember, dar- ling?” he said. “Peter’s the guy you’re in love with here. I’m only the guy you love at home.” Jack Lemmon insists his baby son Christopher, seventeen months old and just learning to talk, speaks Finnish! He thinks the kid must have picked it up from the nursemaid who is a Finn. June says, “For a girl playing an heiress to cattle and oil millions, I certainly have a skimpy wardrobe. Half of the picture I’m in one suit, and this winds up in a mess when Jack drops me in a stream. Most of the other half I’m in a pair of Jack’s pajamas, which are about five sizes too big for me and have to be rolled up at the sleeves and pants legs. Why I even have to wear a scare- crow suit while I wait for my other suit to dry out. Only once do I really get glamorous. It’s the final wedding scene, and I’m wearing a breath- taking creation by world famous designer Jean Louis.” Pride Harmon is Hollywood’s latest eccentric. Dick Powell signed him for a part in the picture. He’s a nature food addict, eating daily a twelve-pound mixture of oats, molasses and sugar beet pulp. You might think that his size (he weighs 1500 pounds), is a lot of bull. If you did, you'd he right. Pride is an Angus bull. Edgar Bergen, visiting the set, saw June wear her raggedy scarecrow costume, and wisecracked, “Pictures ain't payin’ what they used to!” There are six song numbers in the film. All were written by the famed composing team of Johnny Mercer and Gene de Paul. Numbers include the theme song, “It Happened One Night,” “Howdy,” “Thumbin’ A Ride,” “Temporarily Mine,” “Whatchamacallit,’ and “Old Reporters Never Die.” This last is sung by the Mello-men as their in-person debut in motion pictures; ironically enough, they had to sing off-key and off-beat, so they would sound like a group of roistering reporters, rather than profes- sional singers. Tony Martinez, a rhumba band leader, who just concluded an orchestra engagement in Las Vegas, will lay down his baton long enough to play a gas station attendant in this film. He’s the boy Jack trades his hat to for some fuel to keep his jalopy going. Meet Me In Las Vegas promises to out-musical all other musicals. MGM producer Joe Pasternak, not content with just signing Dan Dailey. Cyd Charisse, Liliane Montevecchi (Parisian ballerina seen in The Glass Slipper and Moonfleet), Agnes Moorehead, Jim Backus (the car- toon voice of Mr. Magoo as well as radio, Tv, etc.) and Paul Henreid, | also signed Marc Wilder, who danced for eighteen months with Kismet, | as Cyd’s dancing partner for the “Sleeping Beauty Ballet” number. You’d think by this time there was enough talent for a musical. Well, Joe then signed up Jerry Colonna, Jimmy Durante, Marlene Dietrich, | Pier Angeli, Sammy Davis, Jr., Lena Horne, Frankie Laine, Vie Da- | mone, Tony Martin, Peter Lorre, Debbie Reynolds, Frank Sinatra, Mitsuoko Sawamura, and the Slate Brothers for guest appearances. This should be enough, you’d think by now, but Joe also secured two of Europe’s top stage and musical comedy stars, Oscar Karlweis and Lili Darvas, as well as Cara Williams, Betty Lynn, and George Chakiris. The least this musical can do is to win the Academy Award as the film with more outstanding musical-personalities than any other in 1956. Only the Bank of America can hold a note longer than Jerry Colonna. Jerry amazed Dan and Cyd when he held a high note for seventy-two seconds. Time yourself and see the difference. (Continued on page 24)

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After the first few takes with Dan Dailey, they were dancing together for the first time, Cyd apolo- gized, saying, “I’ve noticed that any girl who is accustomed to dancing alone has the tendency to lead when dancing with a man. And that’s not good. The man should do the leading.” Dailey agreed, adding that he has danced so- cially with many of Hollywood’s top feminine dancers. “They all move right in,” chuckled Dailey, “and lead me around!” Sammy Davis, Jr. will sing “Frankie And Johnny” (new lyrics by Sammy Cahn). Frankie Laine will vocalize “Hell Hath No Fury.” Lena Horne will sing “If You Can Dream” and “You Got Looks.” Dan Dailey and Cyd Charisse will make with “The Gal With The Yaller Shoes,” “My Lucky Charm” and “It’s Fun To Be In Love.” Cara Williams sings “I Refuse To Rock And Roll.” Mitsuko Sawamura, sensational teen-age Japa- nese discovery, makes her Hollywood bow with the Japanese tune “Hitori Botchi Jaya Touma- Kanai,” also teaming with Dailey for “My Lucky Charm.” Mario Lanza, on the set with Joan Fontaine (they're making Serenade for Warner Brothers, co-starring Sarita Montiel and Vincent Price) explained his current feelings. “Ive got a lot of lost time to make up for. Now that I’m back at work again, I don’t want to relax. I hate to take time out to sleep. I don’t sit down because I want to be part of everything that is going on around me. I’ve been away from this all too long. Now I want to enjoy every minute of pic- ture making.” Of the complex litigations and other involvements that affected his picture career, Lanza says, “That's all water over the dam. Let the lawyers and accountants figure out what happened. That’s their business. As for me, I just want to sing.” Mario really sings in this one. Sixteen numbers from operas and two new songs that may well develop into pop tunes. They're called “My Destiny” and “Ser- enade.” Orchestra leader Ray Sinatra, cousin - of Frank, has been working with Lanza at re- hearsals. Says Ray, “I worked with Lanza for years, and he never has been in better voice or in better physical condition. l’'ve seen Mario and his trainer Terry Robinson go through a rough program of exercises, boxing, and road- work which have paid off. Mario will blast the chandeliers right off the ceiling.” Ray Sinatra has been heard on the Old Gold, Lucky Strike and Coca-Cola shows. He met Lanza for the first time on the Coke show, and they have been great friends since. Joan Fontaine tells a cute one about herself and her first motion pic- ture. It was RKO’s The Man Who Found Him- self. She was home one night in Hollywood when a friend phoned to report that a theatre in nearby Glendale was displaying her name in lights on its marquee. Joan hopped into a car with her mother and Olivia De Havilland, her sister, and the three of them made the trip to the Los Angeles suburb in almost nothing flat. As they bore down on the movie house, they read this sign: JOHN PAYNE AND JUNE FOUN- TAIN in THE MAN WHO FOUND HIMSELF. The telephone bell is a musical instrument. So says Billy Kantor, property master and chief telephone-bell-ringer on Columbia’s Over-Ex- posed, starring Cleo Moore. Says Billy, “For more than twenty years I’ve set the pitch for various on-the-set telephones and because of this ’'m constantly being consulted by directors. In terms of harmonics a telephone bell produces a musical note which can be varied so as to have hundreds of different effects upon the auditory nerves and which can immeasurably help the dramatic strength of the sequence being filmed. There’s an ‘impatient’ ring! A series of short high-pitched notes which reflect an irritable impatience on the part of the one who is making the call. There’s a ‘telegram’ ring, a ‘suspense’ ring, and a ‘musical’ ring which I always use when a girl is waiting for a phone call from her loved one. I have the most fun, though, with the ring that stops a second before the party picks up the phone. I call this one the ‘disappointed’ ring.” . . . In order to be a “‘flatfoot,” you can’t really have them. When Robert Bice’s flat feet failed his test for the police force in Detroit, he went West. Now in Hollywood, Robert, who plays a “flatfoot” in Over-Exposed, always gets the call whenever producers need an actor to portray a policeman. Cleo Moore revealed a startling piece of information. She’s looking for a light- heavyweight boxer to manage. Says Cleo, “I'll always have a warm spot for boxing, since | was discovered by a talent scout while attend- ing boxing matches at the Hollywood Legion Stadium.” We asked Cleo what she will wear in this film. Said Cleo, “I have four luscious evening gowns, eight street dresses, a couple of cocktail suits, and best of all, four nightgowns that will make all women throw away their pajamas. I have one evening gown that is black lace on nude-colored fabric as well as a blue- and-green sequinned form-fitting gown, extreme- ly revealing. I also have a 22-carat gold jersey bathing suit.” Now we all know where Over- Exposed really got its name. MGM's Tribute To A Bad Man stars James Cagney and introduces Irene Papas, a Greek actress of stage and screen. This is Irene’s de- but in a Hollywood-produced movie, the first under her long-term contract with MGM. It took the studio just three days after her screen test to sign her up real tight. The Greek star will use her low contralto voice professionally for the first time in this film, when she sings a traditional Greek tune, “Paodre Voun.” The James Cagney String Quartet is providing en- tertainment for the company on location near Montrose, Colorado. Cagney, Don Dubbins, James Griffith and assistant cameraman Ted Voightlander, all guitar players, have heen staging nightly musical sessions. In the film Cagney sings “Ill Take You Home Again, Kathleen” and “Rough Wrangler.” A pair of silver spurs, engraved with the sentiments of the citizens of Montrose, were presented by the Board of Commerce just minutes before the train left for the Coast. I’d like to tell a little- known story about James Cagney. Just twenty- six years ago Jimmy lined up with thirty other young hopefuls in the office of a playwright to audition for a role in a Broadway play. No one was given a chance to read—Cagney was called into the playwright’s office and given the part. How did he get it? Cagney had been standing in view of the playwright through the semi-open door. After the play began the run, in which Cagney was spotted for pictures, the playwright told him, “You looked (Continued on page 26)

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In the film Allison attempts to lure Lopez away from his wife, and she nearly succeeds, via flashing eyebrows and neat hip- flips. The title she won in an Eastern beauty contest, “Miss Forget-Me-Not,” will not he forgotten. A studio visitor on the set, seeing Beverly Garland, who plays an expectant mother in the film, get a liberal slugging, tapped director Walter Doniger on the shoulder and asked, “Aren’t you afraid that you'll hurt the young lady in the condition she’s in?” Doniger, playing it straight, answered, “That’s okay, sir. We have permission from the union.” Allison Hayes was told by the director, “Now when you're being interrogated at the police station, you sit in this chair. Don’t look at the chair— just sit down into it. If you miss the chair. we can always shoot the scene again. And you think it’s easy to be an actress! When Rory Calhoun first met his wife Lita Baron in 1948 she had her own orchestra at the Mocambo. Lita had never in her life ridden a horse or fired a shotgun. “Now,” says Rory proudly, “we own one ranch in California and are about to buy another in Nevada, and you'd think Lita was born to the saddle. She rides, shoots and roughs it.” As a matter of fact, Rory admits, his wife has become such an ex- pert with a bow and arrow that she came close to outdoing him on their last hunting trip in Arizona. “The hunting party consisted of How- ard Hill, the country’s top professional archer: Guy Madison, who is a top amateur, Lita and me,’ Rory relates, “and Ill give you three guesses as to who bagged the first deer. My little wife.” Lita is currently appearing in her first film opposite her husband in Universal- International’s Red Sundown, in which Rory co-stars with Martha Hyer and Dean Jagger. Terry Gilkyson, noted folk singer, composed and recorded the title song for the picture. What screen writer could match the dra- matic elements in the true life story of Renate Mannhardt? Renate will play the part of J.eah in Warners’ The River Changes. A few vears ago Renate Mannhardt was scrubbing floors for a living and glad to get the work. Today, she is known as the Marilyn Monroe of Germany. Back when she was a teen ager, Renate was a member of the German Olympic Skiing Team. Her fame as an athlete and her beauty then won her important roles in films. She was hap- pily sitting on the top of the world. Then World War II broke out, and the demise of the Ger- man film industry suddenly changed her for- tunes. Miss Mannhardt’s husband was killed, and she struggled for herself and her baby. At the time the Americans occupied Germany, she was almost starving to death in a tiny room in Munich. She applied for work with the Amer- ican Military Government, and not having any Nazi affiliations, clearance was granted. The job she gratefully accepted was washing dishes and scrubbing floors in a mess hall. Later she was promoted to supervisor of maids and scrub- women. When activity resumed in German mo- tion pictures, Renate was able to put mops and pails aside and become a top star renowned for her portrayal of voluptuous women. In this film she plays a hard-working farmer’s wife. MUSIC FROM HOLLYWOOD Month’s Best Movie Albums SUSAN HAYWARD singing songs from Ili Cry Tomorrow. A terrific album of Susan’s first ef- forts at commercial singin». Recorded directly from the sound track of MGM’s film presenting the life of Lillian Roth. Susan sings as though she has been recording for years. Songs in the album are standards that Lillian Roth made famous. You'll like it. MGM Album X1180. KISMET. Recorded directly from the sound track of MGM’s film adaptation of the success- ful Broadway play. Featuring the following voices: Howard Keel in the plum role of Haaj, the philosophical poet-beggar. Ann Blyth as Marsinah, mercurial daughter of Haaj. Dolores Gray as the lusty harem beauty LaLume. Vic Damone as the handsome Caliph who starts things popping in old Mesopotamia by romanc- ing Ann Blyth. MGM Album 3281. MOTION PICTURE THEMES by DAvip ROSE. David Rose and his orchestra, great as always, deliver Dave’s top arrangements of Hollywood movie themes. Four songs from the following films: Love Is a Many-Splendored Thing, Summer- time. The Glass Slipper. LaStrada. MGM AI- bum X1204. Disc Jockey Choices: ‘‘My Favorite MUSIC FROM HOLLYWOOD” Harry Downie— WICC—Bridgeport, Conn. “My favorite ‘Music From Hollywood’ is Sinatra do- ing*The Tender Trap.’ This movie title tune has a fine beat, smart lyrics—and how can you beat Sinatra?” Chuck Wilson— WBVP—Beaver Falls, Pa. “My favorite is “The Trou- ble With Harry.’ The in- fectious excitement of the Jack Pleis arrangement flips me.” Bill Cullen— ““PULSE’’—WRCA— New York, N. Y. “My choice is Marlon Brando and Jean Simmons recording of ‘A Woman In Love, from the sound track of Guys And Dolls. The singing voices of these tal- ented personalities were a pleasure to hear.” John Woods— WTAG—Worcester, Mass. “T pick ‘Rose Tattoo’ from the film of the same name. Alex North’s music goes beyond being a_ back- ground. It has a distinct personality that is agree- able and inviting.”

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WORLD IN MY CORNER a fighter and a femme @ Audie Murphy, boy of the slums, would like the whole world in his corner so he can punch it in the jaw. Retired fight manager John McIntire recog- nizes this as the drive that makes for champions and takes Audie in hand. McIntire works on the huge Long Island estate of millionaire Jeff Morrow and his idealistic daughter Barbara Rush. Barbara falls for Audie, but warns him that if he stays around Pop’s house much longer Pop will corrupt him. (Mor- row’s already turned his wife into an alcoholic and treats Barbara like a possession: she wants to be in- dependent and a writer.) I weep for you, says Audie to Barbara, but J should only have a swimming pool in which to drown my sorrows. Audie’s grateful when Morrow accepts him as his daughter’s suitor, but Barbara knows better. In no time Morrow has persuaded Audie to turn in his principles for cash. It’s those principles that made Barbara love him in the first place. It’s a nice little story.—U.1. ANYTHING GOES a million-dollar musical @® Remember “I Get A Kick Out Of You,” “You're The Tops,” ‘‘Blow, Gabriel, Blow’’? They’re Cole Porter tunes that were introduced on Broadway a long time ago. Here are those (and other) songs again, sung by Bing Crosby, Donald O’Connor, Mitzi Gaynor and Jeanmaire, who do not stop at sing- ing in this polished and delightful musical. Crosby’s a big Broadway name ending a successful run and looking for a girl to introduce in a new revue. He’s just found a co-star—Donald O’Connor, tv’s latest rage. The boys head for a vacation in Europe. Bing finds Mitzi Gaynor in a London club and signs her. O’Connor discovers Jeanmaire in a French cabaret and signs her. Simultaneously. All four of them and Mitzi’s Pop (a furtive but jovial character played by Phil Harris) head for home on a luxury liner. Now, one of those girls has to go! 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Needless to say, he only casts doubt on his own sanity and nearly wrecks his marriage. Sometimes he is hilarious. With Rita Moreno, Les Tremayne. CinemaScope—20th-Fox. THE SEA SHALL NOT HAVE THEM a tribute to heroes @ Ii the suffering and the heroism of our last big war has faded in your memory here’s a British film that ought to shake you up a little. It’s a tribute to the Air/Sea Rescue launches that patrolled the sea in the 1940’s looking for survivors shot out of planes. Four such men are bobbing in the North Sea shortly after this movie opens. One of them (Michael Red- grave) is a VIP carrying a briefcase that is even more important than his life. With him are flyers Dirk Bogarde, Jack Watling and Bonar Colleano. The action Shifts from them to the rescue launch skippered by Anthony Steel, his sergeant, Nigel Patrick, and a crew who have problems of their own. Meanwhile the four survivors float helplessly in a small rubber dinghy, freezing, despairing and draw- ing even closer to Occupied territory. It’s an ab- sorbing drama despite its slight sense of imper- sonality. You'll like it.—U.A. RICHARD IIE x brilliant spectacle = Shakespeare’s spectacular melodrama is brought to nearly impeccable life in this movie produced and directed by Laurence Olivier who also plays the title role. After the coronation of Edward IV (Cedric Hardwicke) peace threatens to settle over England. Edward’s brother Richard—deformed, bitter, clever and evil—decides that life will be pretty boring unless he stirs up some action. Without much ado he starts scheming for the throne. There are, of course, a few people he had to get out of the way, i.e., the king (who obligingly dies in bed), brother Clarence, the late King’s two young sons, Hastings (Alec Clunes) whom Richard finds unreasonably loyal to Edward and his heirs; he must also ruin the Queen’s reputation, liquidate her favored relatives (or at least disarm them) and otherwise tidy up his path fo the throne. In an amazingly short time Richard, with the aid of loyal Buckingham (Ralph Richard- son)—whom he later executes, accomplishes every murder he’s planned and must only be “persuaded” hy the people to accept the crown. However, his bloody ways impel Henry Tudor (Stanley Baker) to gather forces in Britanny for an invasion after which he hopes to become king. Tudor’s decision is supported by many other powerful nobles who rally their armies. Richard meets them all at the Battle of Boswort Field. This is a brilliant, colorful, action- packed, beautifully performed film. Among the cast are Claire Bloom (Richard’s unhappy, short-lived bride); John Gielgud (Clarence). VistaVision. Technicolor—Lopert Films. (Continued on next page) _ Whats New in Colgate Dental Cream in every other leadin toothpaste? Its GARDOL ! And Colgate's with Gardol gives up to 7 TIMES LONGER PROTECTION AGAINST TOOTH DECAY and a CLEANER, FRESHER BREATH ALL DAY with just one brushing! ‘ ee ~ - = ee * GARDOL Makes This Amazing Difference! No other leading toothpaste can give the 12-hour protection against decay you get with Colgate Dental Cream with just one brushing! MINUTES AFTER BRUSHING WITH ANY TOOTHPASTE << 2 12 HOURS AFTER ONE COLGATE BRUSHING GARD OE iS Morning brushings with Colgate’s help — protect all day; evening brushings all night. Because the Gardol in Colgate’s forms an invisible, protective shield around teeth that lasts 12 hours with just one brushing. Ask your dentist how often to brush your teeth. Encourage your children to brush after meals. And at all times, get Gardol protection in Colgate’s! 8c DECAY-CAUSING STILL FIGHTING BACTERIA RETURN TO THE BACTERIA THAT ATTACK YOUR TEETH! CAUSE DECAY! Cleans Your Breath ‘t” Guards Your Teeth *THE TOP THREE BRANDS AFTER COLGATE’Ss

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MOVIE PFEVIEWS Continued) FOREVER DARLING Lucy and Desi face life = When the spark goes out of marriage, who’s to | blame? Never mind that. The problem is to start another fire, and for this purpose there is James Mason. Unfortunately, he is not in the flesh; he comes floating 1n and out of Lucille Ball’s life like a vision from another world, which he is. He is her guardian angel, and a walking marriage manual. Lucille begins to take a vital interest in husband Desi’s work—he invents pest killers—and goes on a field trip with him. Do you know all the things that can go wrong on a field trip? Well, a barrelful, and it’s a long time before Lucille gets to the bottom of that barrel. With Louis Calhern. MGM. RED SUNDOWN west with Rory Calhoun = It’s 1880 in Texas and, mister, that is dangerous, for law-and-order is just an idle dream of Sheriff Dean Jagger. But along comes Rory Calhoun, a gunfighter who is determined to go straight. Says you, says Martha Hyer (Jagger’s daughter), in no time ruthless Robert Middleton will buy you off so that he can string up his fences all over Texas. Well, Martha Hyer is wrong. Middleton can’t buy him, and the gunfighter Middleton hires (played by Grant Williams) can’t kill him. However Williams is quite capable of killing other people and there is a great deal of trouble for Calhoun before he disappears into the sundown once more. Technicolor—U.I. DISC JOCKEY DERBY WINNERS FirstContest (Academy Award Songs) PON O rh nr For security as you hike a. Kleinert’s Duo-lab Brief! Not a chance of a mischance during “those days,” if you wear this trim, slim pantie! There’s a moisture-proof Softex panel for protection, plus built-in fasteners... both pin-tabs and pinless (see left). Just remove one or the other! Acetate tricot, in white; small, medium, large, extra-large. $1.98. < Pin-tabs and pinless fasteners...take your pick! Prices slightly higher on the West Coast. K KG 32 FIRST PRIZE: RCA Victor HI-FI Phonograph ROSEMARY WREN 1347 Ferndale Highland Park, III. SECOND PRIZE: Slide-O-Matic Record Player MISS JUNE PARKER Dixon, III. MRS. JULIE MASCIOTRA Chicago 17, Ill. MRS. B. C. THOMAS Dallas, Texas FRAN NIGLIAZZO Bryan, Texas DIANE EDiTH PRATT Rome, New York ELAINE NOECKER Decorah, lowa CAROLYN COBB Des Moines, lowa EVELYN M. WEBSTER Superior, Wisc. MARY LOU SYVERSON Minneapolis, Minn. MARY ANN SALVATORE Irvington, N. J. HELEN GRABUSH Baltimore 5, Md. FRANK J. BORACKI, JR. Baltimore, Md. BONNE McCORMICK Tampa 9, Fla. HARRY R. MILLER Manitowoc, Wisc. RHODA GRACE Milwaukee, Wisc. MARY ELLEN MATTHEWS Orlando, Fla. WILLIAM T. CULPEPPER Atlanta, Ga. MILDRED RIGSBY Rome, Ga. BARBARA BACKUS Detroit 36, Mich. SUE HALLENBECK Grosse Pointe, Mich. MRS. HAROLD TAYLOR Columbia City, Ind. JOAN ELLIOTT Columbus, Ohio CATHERINE FLEMING Broadway, Ohio MRS. KENNETH R. KING Manchester, N. H. STANLEY JENSEN Blair, Neb. MRS. W. L. SCOTT, JR. Lexington, Ky. CAROL HALL Bowling Green, Ky. LOUIS GIORDANO Rochester 6, N. Y. JOANNE LAWSON San Diego y, Calif. GLORIA MONIE New Orleans 24, La. AUDREY GUPTILL Worcester, Mass. TESS LA ROCQUE Denver, Col. ADA GAVIN Albuquerque, N. Mex. GLORIA A. ROBINSON East Cleveland 12, Ohio NORMA PEARCE Richmond 20, Va. MRS. DAN H. KNOWLES Mobile 19, Ala. HARRY M. SiMPSON Salisbury, N. C. PAT FLETCHER Etowah, N. C. THIRD PRIZE: Record Album JOAN HEBSON Chicago, Ill. BARBARA E. BIESENTHAL Springfield Heights, III. GARY BOETTNER Elizabeth, Ill. CURTIS WRIGHT Dallas 6, Texas BARBARA HOLY Dallas 27, Texas ANNETTE RICHARDSON New Castle, Texas SHIRLEY J. MAZUR Amsterdam, N. Y. MRS. M. FORMIKELL Oneida Castle, N. Y. MARY BREITENSTEIN Schenectady, N. Y. JOAN C. TAYLOR Waterloo, lowa MRS. LEROY CRAMER, JR. Clinton, lowa GERI ARMINGTON Jacksonville Beach, Fla. KAREN DENNING Winter Park, Fla. CARMA GOODWIN Orlanao, Fla. A/2C THOMAS P. REED Savannah, Ga. CECILE BERKHAN Atlanta S.W. Ga. MRS. EARL G. WILLIS Columbus, Ga. RUTH M. HORNKOHL Manistee, Mich. ROBERT C. SOLTMAN, JR. Ferndale, Mich. PATTI JO ATKINSON Detroit 13, Mich. MARGARET HALL Boonville, Ind. JUSTINE VENEZIA Indianapolis, Ind.

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RECOMMENDED FILMS NOW PLAYING THE BENNY GOODMAN STORY (U.1.): Steve Allen plays the King of Swing in this pleasant, terrifically musical biography. Donna Reed is the girl in Good- man’s love-life; Harry James, Gene Krupa, Lionel Hampton contribute in person. THE COURT-MARTIAL OF BILLY MITCHELL (War- ners): The true, stirring story of the General who fought for an Air Force. Gary Cooper, Rod Steiger— and exciting courtroom scenes. THE MAN WITH THE GOLDEN ARM (U.A.): Frank Sinatra, Kim Novak, Eleanor Parker star in the ter- rifying story of a drug addict. GUYS AND DOLLS (MGM): Marlon Brando, Frank Sinatra, Jean Simmons and Vivian Blaine in the Technicolor version of the famous Broadway musical based on Damon Runyon stories. PICNIC (Col.): Another prize-winning Broadway play translated into a fine movie. Kim Novak as the pretty sister, Susan Strasberg as the smart sister, Bill Holden as the untamed, lonely boy who loves Kim, are splendid, and as the unmarried school- teacher making her last desperate attempt at love, Rosalind Russell is Oscar material. THE COURT JESTER (Para.): This one has Danny Kaye in CinemaScope and if you want to know more, there’s also a zany, riotous plot involving an effort to restore a baby prince to the throne. ee SARA STOUT Des Moines, lowa TOBY CARDAMON Des Moines, lowa KATHY THEISEN St. Paul, Minn. BARBARA BRABOWSKI Minneapolis, Minn. BARBARA TAUSCH Walker, Minn. KATHY ROLLER Ventnor, N. J. KATHLEEN NOLAN Jersey City, N. J. CAROL HABGOOD Ship Bottom, N. J. FLORENCE VITO Newark 3, N. J. LILLY B. BENNETT Baltimore 2, Md. VIRGINIA OLIVER Garrison, Md. MRS. M. K. ATWELL Essex 21, Md. JOHN W. VAUGHN, JR. Lakeland, Fla. MONA G. BYERS Bradenton, Fla. LEE WILLIAMS Haines City, Fla. RONA LIVINGSTON Bradenton, Fla. MRS. WALTER TRACY Oshkosh, Wisc. NANCY WALCZAK Milwaukee, Wisc. PATRICIA BURNS Gliddere, Wisc. SALLY BREWER Webster, N. Y. EDNA JOYCE ADAMS Bath, N. Y. ALLYN C. COLBURN North Rose, N. Y. ALLAN CUSEO Rochester, N. Y. BEVERLY WOLDEN San Pablo, Calif. DONNA PERRY Pomona, Calif. BETTY MARCHANT San Diego, Calif. JANE LAUPER Oakland 5, Calif. JEANNETTE LANDRY Reserve, La. EVE DUET Cut Off, La. BARBARA ANN HUBBARD New Orleans, La. ALBERTA MEABE Rayne, La. / RITA COOK | West Roxbury, Mass. | LOUISE B. DUBCHANSKY ‘Revere, Mass. JOANNE SETTE Cambridge, Mass. ‘SOPHIE MACIVLEK Chicopee, Mass. FRED P. SPINO Cheyenne, Wyo. ) CORA SHAW LAMB Alamosa, Col. MRS. WM. CARPENTER ) Grand Junction, Col. JULIA E. DIYORIO Denver 11, Col. AMY ASTON | Melrose, N. Mex. PUDGE BENNETT Clinton, Ind. IRENE SCOTT Georgetown, Ohio MARION PARSONS Sarahsville, Ohio MRS. WILLIAM HOWE Columbus, Oh.o EVELYN CROCKETT Carmel, Maine MRS. ARTHUR J. LANDRY Westbrook, Maine ETHEL CLARK South Acworth, N. H. JERIS HOEBEL Omaha, Neb. MRS. DORA FRASIER Hastings, Neb. MRS. MAXINE L. TALLEY Culbertson, Neb. SHERRY DAILEY Omaha 6, Neb. MRS. WESLEY ROLLINGS Barlow, Ky. MRS. OSCAR ATWOOD Scottsville, Ky. MRS. STANLEY INGRAM Richmond, Ky. DORA NELL HULL Trinity, Ky. CLARA BORCHERS Erlanger, Ky. MRS. LEO GOGNAT Louisville, Ky. LOU JEAN TUSSEY Risner, Ky. FRANCES HERRERA Albuquerque, N. Mex. GINGER SOTELO Lordsburg, N. Mex. MARY HUBER Youngstown 12, Ohio TERESA STOKOVIC Salem, Ohio MRS. A. PRYBE Cleveland, Ohio CHERI BRENDLEN Canton, Ohio BENJ. L. PARKERSON Richmond, Va. MRS. DAVID GROSSMAN Richmond, Va. MRS. WM. A. NELLIGAN Washington 11, D. C. BRENDA WATKINS Colonial Heights, Va. MRS. J. A. ANDREWS Crichton, Ala. MYRTLE DENHAM Birmingham, Ala. MRS. ALBA E. BRU Mobile 21, Ala. PRISCILLA CHAFIN High Point, N. C. FORREST H. BLACK Shelby, N. C. BETTY ABERCROMBIE Wilmington, N. C. MRS. LARRY BRUCE Norfolk, Va. MRS. PATRICK HANKINS South Norfolk 6, Va. JERRI LEE McDILDA, JR. Norfolk, Va. MRS. GEO. McCARTY Portsmouth, Va. Now—easy to be a BLONDE AGAIN! Simpler than setting your hair! Now a drab blonde can be a true natural-looking blonde again—and so easily ! Just color-treat your hair to Light and Bright—the gentle do-it-yourself brightener. No messy mixing, no clock-watching. For Light and Bright gives you “color control.” Heightens hair color gradually—makes your hair as bright or as light as you wish ! Doesn’t fade or wash out. Your golden look lasts. And thanks to its special conditioner, Light and Bright leaves your hair shining-soft. Contains no ammonia. Get a bottle today—be a blonde beauty tomorrow. Only $1.50 plus tax. LIGHT and BRIGHT by RICHARD HUDNUT FR FAGOED DAT fuptad HAIR LOTION aoe opi canbhone at | ences AICEARE RY DN ST DREAMER + PKR 33 ee SERENE = SIE AGERE pene ES

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Here’s all you do! 1. On the Official Entry Blank, just identify the baby above who became Miss America 1956. (The other 3 pictures are of runners-up in the Miss America Pageant. The hints refer to the state or city each one represented.) 2. Then, simply complete this sentence in 25 additional words or less: “Like Miss America, I use Camay because...” It’s easy to win $20,000 because you'll discover so many nice things to say about cold cream Camay! You'll love its lux- urious lather, exclusive perfume, satiny-smooth feel. And once you ve used Camay for your com- plexion care and beauty bath, youll find even more compli- ments for Camay’s skin-pamper- ing mildness! Then in your own words, finish the contest sentence. PICK HER PICTURE IN + + + + + + + + HOF HH HH OF FOLLOW THESE EASY RULES: 1. Check which of the above 4 pictures you think is Miss America as a baby. 2. In 25 additional words or iess, complete this sentence: “Like Miss America, | use Camay because . . . ’ Use the Official Entry Blank in this advertisement or write on one side of a sheet of plain paper. Print your name and address plainly. 3. Mail to: Camay, Dept. C, Box 75, Cincin- nati 1, Ohio. Enter as often as you wish, but each entry must be accompanied by 3 Camay wrappers (or facsimiles), any size. Entries must be postmarked before midnight, April27 andreceived by midnight, May11, 1956. 4. Any resident of the Continental United States (including Alaska) and Hawaii may enter, except employees of Procter & Gamble, its advertising agencies, and their families. Contest subject to all Federal and state regulations. | posses emomemeems USE THIS OFFICIAL ENTRY BLANK TODAY! -<<=<=seeesenea==4 t i | l Check the letter here which inal [al (ia Ll MAIL TO: Camay, Dept. C, Box Mos A refers to Miss America’s A B c D é Cincinnati 1, Ohio | } baby picture above: Ae ! Complete this sentence in 25 additional words or Name }_ less: “Tike Miss America, I use Camay because ee ARBRE fi a | ' : ? ria Address a | j Sees esses ase City | | a <a | | Wine Nee a ae Sc SiG GNC AEE OF BN RELL, ae Zone State - = I & i wee Ae seal ee ct NR REIT eH EN ee 9 DD eS ene LSS ee eaten Me Meares ] Ly With each entry enclose 3 wrappers i a from any size Camay ] } r I | E cr OS a HD EY = i mee ee ed oO CONTEST CLOSES | 5. Entries will be judged on correct identifica- tion of Miss America’s baby picture, and on the originality, sincerity and aptness of thought in completing the contest sentence. Judges’ decisions final. Except for incidental help from families and friends, entries must be wholly the work of the person in whose name the entry is submitted, and will be disqualified for outside, professional or com- pensated help. Only one prize to a person. Duplicate prizes in case of ties. No entries returned. Entries, contents and ideas therein belong, unquaiifiedly, to Procter & Gamble. 6. Prizes will be: 1st Prize. 2nd Prize - -$20,000 7. All prize winners will be notified by mail. List of winners available on request—approx- imately 2 months after close of contest. April 27, 1956

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modern sereen / april 1956 AN OPEN LETTER 10 GRACE KELLY Dear Grace: There have been some harsh words between you and MODERN SCREEN in the last few months. Without dredging up the unpleasant past, we’d like to say very simply—we were wrong. Totally wrong. We thought you were headed for disaster; and that we might suggest a detour. Instead we find that without making a single compromise, you’ve found your happiness in a fairy-tale love that we’d never believe—if it had happened to anyone else. But it happened to you, Grace—and if it seems to be too beautiful to be real—well, that’s only because you, our lovely, serene lady, are the one for whom dreams are made. And if it seems to have happened so fast—a summer meeting, a smile and then a love—well, isn’t that the way it always happens in the books about Princes in shining armor and Princesses with shining, golden hair? We are not past the age of romance. We have a little wedding gift for you, Grace. On the following pages we have collected a special portfolio—the stories of your storybook romance in pictures and eye-witness reports. _ The first is the story of the beginning, by your very good friend, Elsa Maxwell, who was there. After that there’s a report that might amuse you— it certainly did us—of what was going on on the other side of that closed door the day you and your Prince followed each other in and out of that apartment. “Reporter X”’ was there, too, though you didn’t know him. And the last article is by a charming lady you will meet very soon, the Comtesse de Morelos. Like you, she is an American woman who married into the French-Monogasque peerage, and she has consented to tell us—and you—-what lies ahead when you marry. We hope that you will find these stories and the pictures amusing, informative—perhaps a collection to treasure. They come to you with our best wishes, Princess Grace—with our love and our prayers for your continued happiness. Editor 3724

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Tipsy i a ie eS zi ciR 7 hy ey SK - FEW : =—S— rw st Ce 9 Se tie * A |e Elsa Maxwell introduced Grace to Jean-Pierre Aumont who accompanied her last summer to Monaco for her private: audience with Prince Rainier. Kelly-Aumont romance accounted for Grace’s delayed reaction to the Prince, although she confessed to Elsa at the time that the Prince had a marvelous way with tigers: They loved to embrace him! @mee 7% Grace’s long-time friend Elsa had a hunch that Grace had found the right man, Elsa Maxwell says | SAW IT COMING! ™@ Last New Year’s Day, vacationing in Florida and seeking to make amends for the fact that although I was on the committee of The Monte Carlo Ball, I wouldn’t be there, I wired Mrs. Lytle Hull, the ball’s president, to this effect: Invite Miss Grace Kelly, 988 Fifth Avenue, to be your guest with Prince Rainier. Very important. Elsa. Four days later the Palace of Monaco and the Kellys of Phila- delphia announced the Grace Kelly-Prince Rainier engagement. And everywhere people cried, “I don’t believe it!” “They will never marry!” In the first case they have been proved wrong. I believe they also will be proved wrong in the second case. You saw the pictures of Grace and Prince Rainier at the ball, in the royal box, hung with Monaco’s Royal Standard and looped with great curtains. Behind these curtains, more than once, Grace and her Prince, their hands clasped, forgot the world in each others’ eyes. Grace looked more like a Princess and acted more like a Princess than most European Princesses. “Always,” Mrs. Lytle Hull told me, “I shall remember the instinctive way in which she took a place slightly deferential to him, never losing one whit of dignity thereby, attaining greater dignity in fact.” When Grace and Prince Rainier were leaving the Waldorf that night they said to Mrs. Hull, “Let us know when the next ball is to be. We'll come, wherever we are.” Then, unwilling to be separated although the hour was late, they went off to a little supper club where they danced the rest of the night away. Nobody had any advance information on the announcement, not even Grace’s best friends. But I can say I saw it coming. I had a hunch. And my hunch, -like most-hunches, I suspect, was born of a combination of facts and observations. And now, incidentally, another hunch. I think Grace will marry Prince Rainier in Monaco. With her sense of fitness I do not think she would ask him to be married elsewhere than in his principality. I know that she will be a wonderful prin- cess in more than appearance, learn to be equal to the Prince’s family and diplomatic problems and prove herself one of the most effective ambassadors we ever have had in Europe. Why do I say I had a hunch about the couple’s interest in each other? Here are the facts that (Continued on page 90)

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Focus of Friday engagement party was Grace’s (Quoted as saying, “Here I am, a bricklayer’s wife—and my daughter’s marry- diamond-and-ruby ring (Monaco’s colors). ing a Prince,’ Mrs. Kelly looked like a proper Philadelphia matron as she Kellys announced Grace would bring no dowry. charmed press, posed for traditional mother-looks-at-ring news picture. Father Tucker, who arranged for Grace and the Prince to meet again in the U.S. and who advised the Kellys of the Prince’s intentions, congratulated his royal communicant. XX CASIO pps ros ee ids Ee aa) Fao, Prince and in-laws gathered for picture on the big announcement day. Reporters and photographers (among them “Reporter X”) Front row, left to right: Prince, Grace, her parents, older sister. Back row: descended on Kellys’ Philadelphia mansion to scoop each sister-in-law, brother-in-law, brother Jack, brother-in-law; younger sister. other on the biggest star story of this or any other year.

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_ and the Prince “Reporter X” confides: MY THREE FRANTIC DAYS WITH GRACE @ Covering a royal romance is strictly not my dish of tea. But when my editor got the word on. Grace and her Prince he roared, “Follow that girl!” and I did. For three days—in New York, Philadelphia and back to New York—Kelly was my beat. It got so I could even spell Monagasque backwards. I filed thousands of words on January 6th, 7th, 8th— those three days that shook the world and Holly- wood. Just for the record, here’s what really hap- pened, from one who never left Grace’s side during the most important days of her life. Here it is exactly as I logged it in my notebook on the most glamorous assignment of my life. (I must confess I cribbed the first entry from Jack O'Brian, who scooped us all.) JANUARY 6th—FRIDAY 2:30 a.m. New York Journal American colum- nist Jack O'Brian is sitting in the Cub Room at the Stork Club when he spots Grace and His Serene Highness in a gay gathering of six at a comfy corner table. Jack, a crackerjack columnist and reporter, remembers Grace’s visit to the Prince’s palace last.year and he knows the Prince has come to America to seek a wife. Putting one and one together, columnist O’Brian comes up with a story. All he needs is confirmation. Jack knows Grace from her television acting days in New York before she went on to Hollywood triumphs and the Academy Award for 1954. Had Grace and the Prince been without the others, the columnist would have gone over to their table and popped the question. But with the others present, Jack decides to send a note. He writes: “Dear Grace, I understand you will announce your en- gagement on Thursday or Friday.” At the bottom of the paper O’Brian puts two little boxes labeled “Yes” and “No,” and adds the request, “Answer one, please.” (Continued on page 99) “REPORTER X”’ who followed Grace during her first week end as an engaged girl works for a leading New York daily paper and must remain strictly anonymous. Saturday’s society ball brought out New York’s 400 to gape at Grace and Prince, who opened the affair, nibbled candied violets in the privacy of their box and on the stroke of midnight drew winners for the door izes. As they left the ball an unidentified woman bussed the Prince and Grace snapped, “Wipe that lipstick off your face.’ Next day all was forgiven as the royal couple strolled happily down Fifth Avenue on their way to lunch. 41

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qtr “Grace Kelly or : Brenda Helser, the Comtesse de Morelos tells WHAT IT WILL BE LIKE TO BE “LA PRINCESSE GRACIA PATRIZIA” ™ Grace Kelly is the first American girl to become consort of a ruler of anything more important than a coconut isle. Many coco- nut islands are larger, by far, than the Principauté de Monaco, but no other country can claim so much civilization per square inch. Of Monaco’s 20,000 residents, most of whom would like to be, only 2,200 are princely subjects. Becoming Monagasque is harder than becoming American, for which birth in The United States is sufficient quali- fication. A child born in Monaco of foreign parents can become Monagasque only if he spends at least ten years in the Princi- pality. Already Grace’s future nationality has caused one squabble. My husband, the Comte de Morelos, host of a recent Paris dinner party, remarked casually, “Of course, she'll be giving up her American citizen- ship.” “She'll probably be forced to,” I said sadly, “but no one will really blame her.” “Blame her!” echoed Vicomte Mantout. “You Americans are truly amazing!” Mantout may be prejudiced, for he was abruptly divorced in Nevada last month by his American wife. “And you exaggerate,” said the host exchang- ing looks with his countrymen. “The girl is marrying a reigning prince and you quibble!” Neither of the (Continued on page 68) Grace tried Monaco’s palace on for size last summer when she visited the Prince for Paris Match story. Ck eh t om | s\38 Prince showed Grace his glamor- ous kingdom, less than half the size of New York’s Central Park: When Prince Rainier announced his engagement Monaco’s store windows displayed Grace’s picture. a, EES ae: Palace. contains 200 rooms, commands a spectacular view of the Mediterranean (where rides the royal yacht) and Monte Carlo which produces royal revenue. The palace is staffed with 100 servants for Grace to direct and a 69-man “army” to guard her. t | Formal portrait of Miss Grace Kelly and His Serene Highness the Prince of Monaco OR OTS SS SEE

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Animals I was always crazy fore Met that deer on a camping trip. Then at fourteen I was an actor. Played a poet who got drowned in the third act. Almost did, too. SS yi ARATE a = : | No, I won't tell you her name. The lady on the right is your Mom—in-law; I was a sailor for a bit part in a movie.

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Jean Simmons is expecting—but she’s not getting sentimental. Why, she didn’t even tell a soul—hardly! by LOUIS POLLOCK @ Expectant motherhood is bringing Jean Simmons new ideas; she won't be running off to live the rest of her life in foreign places, she has a yearning to try her hand as a cook at last, and she’ may give up driving. It was only a matter of days after she learned that she was going to have a baby that she realized there were going to be ~ some changes (no pun intended ) in the life of the Grangers. Someone asked her about the buy-a-house-in-Spain idea long talked about by Jimmy Cher husband, Stewart Granger). “Spain!” she cried, as if in disbelief. “Oh, we've changed our minds, Jimmy and I, about that. We were going once, yes. And we were going to buy a farm in Kenya, South Africa. And then there was Switzerland—so centrally located in Europe, Jimmy pointed out, between the movie _ studios in England and Italy. And not long ago we were talking about getting a home in Connecticut. But that’s all over with, now that the baby is on the way. We realize, as imminent parents—and don’t spell that eminent, please! —that we are terribly happy right here in California!” “Right here,” specifically, no longer means their old home atop a Beverly Hills mountain, but a new house, a bigger place with tiled swimming pool, set against the wooded, rolling slopes of Bel Air. And “we” not only includes Jean and Jimmy, but his two children by a former marriage, Jamie, who is eleven, and Lindsay, who is ten; both now living with their father permanently. Jean looks happy these days, and talks happy. In fact she can hardly stop talking about what’s going to happen to her, even though she entreats all visitors not to. “Please, let’s not get sentimental and sickening about it!” is her usual request. ‘Yet it turns out that, like all newly expectant mothers, she can’t talk about much else. One of the typical stories told about her (Continued on page 72) ie ee, : Tigi " fist f Be sad i (a ea Von tile Bh fi, Pe ESTURT Sd) SR, Pe EP Meee ee T's JUST OUR SECRET” .

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Sil BEST ACTRESS: ANNA MAGNANI I think the temper of the times and the trend in Hollywood toward imported stars favors Magnani. Of course itll be a two-filly race between Magnani and Hayward. BEST ACTOR: JAMES CAGNEY He should get it for Love Me Or Leave Me but Ernest Borgnine will give him competition and so will James Dean. The Academy might just announce that their choice is Dean. @ Oscar is the most important man in Hollywood. Some 2,600 people will fill the Pantages Theatre one evening ple across the country will tune in their Tv sets, to see him. I’m a push- over for Oscar, I must admit, because always produces denials from two otherwise charming ladies. INEY SKOLSKY'S| OSCAR PREDICTIONS I’m sitting at my typewriter, long before the Oscar returns are in, picking my winners. It’s a game you’ll have fun playing, too, so why not match your choices against mine. It won’t be long before we know. Sidney Skolsky tells some surprising tales about Hollywood’s | cently how she came to name the [ . this March, and over 50,000,000 peo-. I named him. This statement of fact _ tease him, I began to call my statuette Bette Davis explained in print re-__ Academy Award statuette “Oscar.” [A She had just won him for Dangerous | in 1935, and as Bette writes, “About |} the same time I finally wheedled out of my husband, Harmon O. Nelson, tsi Tre, he tenaciously guarded secret of [a his middle name. It was ‘Oscar.’ To tu

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This is the big one. And yet I don’t think a big-screen picture will win. I think that, for the third year in a row, a standard size, black-and-white film will win. I pick Marty. Reprinted, courtesy Miller Music Corp. the Industry—and that’s how the Academy Award statuettes got their name.” The other lovely lady is Margaret Herrick, executive director of the Academy. Margaret says she named (t after her uncle, Oscar Pierce, “A Texas wheat farmer of dignity, aus- erity and commanding authority.” ‘Oscar.’ Soon, ‘Oscar’ was adopted by flicting statements of two _ I remember clearly that I named BEST PICTURE: MARTY BEST SONG: LOVE IS A MANY-SPLENDORED THING No doubt about it in my mind, Oscar will be singing this lovely ballad. Of course Jennifer Jones and Bill Holden did much to push this one to the top but it deserves to win. BEST SUPPORTING ACTOR: JACK LEMMON I think this boy has had many good workouts and is due to cop the title. His job in Mister Roberts was clocked fast by the boys who know. And I say that he’s the one who should have it. | leading citizen, and he has every right to. After all, Sidney’s the guy who named him Oscar! Margaret is vague on the date when gold statuette and uncle merged into scar. I feel awkward peg the con- adies, but Oscar. I swear on a stack of Oscars my story is true. I had been trans- — ferred by the New York Daily. News _to Hollywood. Covering my first Acad- BEST SUPPORTING ACTRESS: JO VAN FLEET She’s new but I don’t think her supporting performances in I'll Cry Tomorrow or East Of Eden can be ignored. My money’s on Jo Van Fleet, a gal who can really act. -ing myself as a Broadwayite, I thought _ erate speaker after speaker referring to “ef the Award as “the gold statuette.” It i emy Awards banquet and still regard- Hollywood was taking their awards too seriously. In particular, I couldn’t tol- continued for hours: “The gold statu- ette for the best performance by an actress to Katharine Hepburn for Morning (Continued on page 80)

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- Ii sealée wee thes stg — she uteal Well - ht pleate Abad ted nf 07 9 ‘gs ™ Nobody in their right mind would admit such a thing, but I $ shé 7? ? must confess the first time I saw my brother, when he and pho $ ay ; yw > mother came home from the hospital, I dashed upstairs to the jn mught bathroom and devoted the next half hour to losing my breakfast. It wasn’t revulsion, you understand (or so I keep telling my- self)—it was only that my two-year-old nerves couldn’t stand zat: : : My nerves are now twenty-four-years old Jand in the interim By Klee Bag 7 they have been alternately frazzled and ed by brother Ben. ES ery First in H rd, then on Long Island, and right now the two x mm page __2F aesharnpan apartment near Hollyweed- owe PEN aoe i AT a. should say that Ben has invited me tofstay with him while I am Dy on the west coast. = ee Wie This arrangement has its advantages (besides being brother s 1 and sister, we're fri we like each r), but it has its Paes ousekeeper. When he met me at the airport last March he 3 told me about the chocolate sponge pie he’d baked for me. From x apartment neat as a pin for you,” he bragged. - % Isn’t that sweet of him, I thought € door wasn’t all the way open before I could see@ mountain of papers on top of. the cupboard near the entrance. And the_glasses on the sink ig a ewe | he « ——_. ould get the place all messed W : = ie en’s birth rounded out the Cooper family, and there were no —— ~~ more additions. I’ve often thought it a lucky fact for my \ = parents, as he and I were quite enough for any two strongs a --— normal people to have crashing about the house. There was th trench dug in the garden for war games, the dog, nine cats, the Ae skunk and the horse, and even when we were asleep let up. We both talked in our sleep, often socked each other, Dy cw and sometimes I added to the fray by strolling around the- rs oO , Property completely asleep, guided only by Providence. One * night when Mother and Ben returned home after a performance ~ d of Life With Father, Ben spotted me hanging over the ban- 4 ty X nister at the top of the stairs, just like Raggedy Ann. He was — : *) y Ry ten at the time, and I must say my brother had considerable ~, . rt, re xy presence of mind, even then. Instead of yelling and waking me > v) ») ’ fica | . Red eae ne = Fae This is Ben talking: According to my sister I’m hard to wake up and I mess up the bathroom! Nonsense! She’s just over-sensitive. ng Mother a heart attack, an quietly up the stairs and took my hand a But then Ben always was a more sense, than people sey credit for/ On Hallowee’n when IJ was party, and inasmuch as I was at the post-office e played post office. The kids went into the hall closet to iss, and after about an hour I found out that Ben had been hiding behind the coats to see what he could see. I called Dad ae.

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and ne by Bunny Cooper CF for help, and he hauled Ben off to his room. But being Dad, he ‘\.__ wasn’t really teed off. _ “Well, did you learn anything?” he asked Ben. £ “Oh heck,” said Ben, “you're born knowing about that stuff.” 73 G Ve. Al i. } Anyway, we grew up, a a wonder. ben had to add to the natural chaos _by becoming an actor when ze was eight, ef, igning engineer and hoping Ben would like to be CQZ one, too, and t is friend of the family’s told Mother they - he-was playing baseball one ——___ : day outside the house. He connected with a ball and sent it through a neighbor’s window, and Dad gave him a proper baw. out— but later. evening he grinned-at-Mother and said {“Wasn’t that great?’}-euess he felt no son was a real boy until he’d poked out-somebody’s Window with a baseball, and {) Ben hadn’t had much time for that Soyt of thing. ter the play Ben was swamped with radio and tv work, ay which made him a real show business pro\at an early age. I can honestly say that our ral si )Ds wonderful job in keeping Pp own to normal size.JDad used to\tell him: “People expect you to be fresh and stuck-up just because youre an actor. So be’ yourself, but be careful”_Ben didntgetany special : vileges either. He got pants a week fox spending oney, the same as the other kids:And even though he attended | te school at St. Luke's Parechia al only i in the afternoons (becatse he eiricg eet fs ith grades among thehighest in the class. ea As I said, he had a la aving one of our-evening “talks with our parents before we went to bed, and Ben said soniething about feeling sorry for the neighborh d kids. This is Bunny talking. Ben’s a gem around the house— always ready to help with the dishes—by distracting my attention from the nasty job!

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“Pier has the spark; I don’t,” Marisa used to say. “For me everything comes slowly—the hard way.’ But that was when she lived in Prer’s house, dated Pier’s cast-offs—before glory touched Marisa Pavan by KIRTLEY BASKETTE THE DARK ONE, THE QUIET ONE... @ It was no wonder that Marisa was the one who stayed home with the baby. Pier was a swan—no mistake—but Marisa was an ugly duckling. Pier’s hair curled in delightful ringlets around her oval face. Marisa’s was straight as piano wires, squared off around her bonier features with bangs and a g p q Dutch bob. Her complexion was an ordinary olive, not the alabaster tint which Italians prize so highly, the kind Pier had. Pier was graceful and daintily sculptured; Marisa was chubby. Pier prattled with a musical lilt; her own voice was low and husky. Nobody ever called her “Bambola,” which means “doll,” as they did Pier. They said Marisa was a tomboy. Marisa was never her daddy’s pet, as Pier was. She couldn’t bring herself to cuddle coquettishly up on his lap and tease him into whatever she wanted. She sensed his masculine disappointment that she wasn’t a charmer. Her mother tried to make up for the lost affection. “Annarella”—little Annie— was Luigi Pierangeli’s favorite. Marisa (a quick way to say Maria Luisa) became Mama’s girl. But if their difference posed this subtle family division, the twins themselves were cemented by a strong bond in the face of every rivalry their strange lives have given them. Perhaps the fact that they were not alike in any respect and didn’t pretend to be, warded off clashes of real rivalry. As Pier puts it, “Marisa’s all inside—I’m all outside.” Understanding that, they (Continued on page 70)

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“Tf Vic had his way,” Pier sighs, “the poor baby woud wear only a diaper. He thinks it is manly for Perry’s chest to show!” If Pier had her way, though, her son would wear frills (“They are so pretty!” ), so the Damones have compromised on simple knitted baby clothes—with tops and bottoms.

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Unlike sister Marisa, Pier Angeli doesn’t travel alone. When she went to London to make a movie she took her husband and son along ™ Cats go to London to look at the queen. Movie stars, on the other hand, go to London to look at a cat. Possibly that’s a slight exaggeration, but for a while, it seemed that way, at least within a hundred feet of Pier Angeli. For Pier was out a-hunting, her eyes spar- kling, her hair (grown back to its usual below-the-shoulder length) streaming, her quick hands reaching eagerly for anything and everything that might possibly delight her small son with the large name, Perry Rocco Luigi Damone. In her wake traveled a haggard friend, rescuing music boxes, replacing boxing gloves on the shelf, keeping up a constant uneasy mutter of, “No, Pier, he already has six . . . No, Pier, he’s five years too young for that .. . No, Pier, he'll only smash it!” To all of which Pier’s indignant treble would retort, “But he is very clever for his age. Very careful. Very—mature! And,” the voice would grow soft amidst the bustle of the London stores, “so very lonely for his mama when I am working.” “Now, Pier. Vic’s there. The nurse is there. And for that matter, you're there. Why, the way you dash home from the studio you'd think the poor kid was breathing his last!” “Bite your tongue to say such a thing!” Pier ordered. Then her eyelids lowered. “But, I will tell you, it is not safe in that apartment. I do not sleep easy ever since we were robbed. Those thieves, in December they stole all my jewelry. That was awful, but jewelry one can live without. But suppose they come back when my baby is there?” (Continued on next page)

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When she can be torn away from Perry, Pier works hard on Port Afrique, which has a highly international flavor. Pier, an Italian, plays a Spanish singer in the American movie—being filmed in England! 58 ‘PIER ANGELL continued » “Now, Pier, they’re not coming back. The police . . But Pier wasn’t listening. Now those dark eyes were peering toward the back of the store, the white brow was creased in thought, and suddenly the tiny figure was dash- ing between counters, snatching at a furry body and return- ing breathless. What a cat! “Look,” cried Pier. “A watch-cat. A friend for Perry. Is he sweet?” The cat squirmed wildly. “Yes,” the friend said. “Very sweet, Pier. But they won't let you keep a cat in the apart- ment. And Perry will love him so much he'll pull his tail off. If the cat doesn’t scratch his eyes out first.” “My Perry? My cat? Never. They will play like brothers. They will love each other—quietly, without pulling.” “Dear Pier, I never heard that Vic was mad about cats.” The long lashes drooped. “That is true,” said Pier. Slowly she walked back to the pet department. Then the sparkle returned. When she got back to her friend, she had traded the cat in for another of his breed—but this one was stuffed, and created of a highly improbable orange fur. “The resemblance is very close,” said Pier. “And he will not object if Perry should, sometime, pull his tail a littlek— or even his ears.” She drew herself up proudly. “Such a vigorous baby he is,” said Pier Angeli. - END

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yyimmy Stewart: “na ub ALWAYS | S THE. ‘KIDS’ meg Shooting movies on a round-the-world schedule leaves family man Jim little time for anything but memories by STEVE CRONIN = Jimmy Stewart, his long legs dangling over the arm of an easy chair, sat in Room 144 of the conservative Ritz Hotel in Paris. He ran his hand through his blond hair, hair that’s been dyed for his latest picture, The Spirit Of St. Louis, and sighed, “I sure miss the kids.” Wife Gloria bent over and kissed Jim on the forehead. “You should,” she cracked. “You've hardly seen them all year.” Jim reached up and pulled Gloria down on his lap. “When this picture’s finished,’ he suggested, “let's stay home for a while.” Gloria Stewart shook her lovely head in the gesture of a mother goodnaturedly reproving a wayward child. “Okay,” she agreed. “We'll stay a long time . . . three minutes, anyway.” Later she described “the fantastic travel kick we’ve been on.” Gloria explained how travel had transformed “Jim and me, a couple of homebodies, into a pair of globe- trotters. We get home from Africa or Japan (Continued on page 74)

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Oe | m@ There is a dear old lady living in North Hollywood, | LORI NELSON'S PROBLEM: QlWaYS a date — nevera best girl by JANE WILKIE and once a year she belts around the country visiting her many relatives. On these annual jaunts she enjoys the train and bus rides as much as the actual visits, for these give her opportunity to spread the word about her granddaughter, who is a movie star in Hollywood. Often the people who sit next to her have heard of Lori Nelson, a circumstance which warms the old lady’s heart, but if not, they are given a dissertation, replete with life history and movies made, and sometimes even receive photographs. Her grandmother is Lori’s pride and despair; pride because Lori is so fond of the old dear, and her despair because every time Lori responds to Grandma Thompson’s request for photographs (assertedly to be put into a scrapbook), she knows quite well they will be passed out to strangers on the next (Continued on page 87)

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Bob Wagner, opposite, is just @ good friend; Lori got to know him when he dated her close pal Debbie Reynolds. Wayne Mallory, right, is Guy Madison’s brother and an up- and-coming star, but in no position to marry; Laurence Harvey, far right, divides his time between the U.S. and England so Lori sees him only sporadically, continues her succession of dates— but no romances. Tab Hunter, Lori’s most frequent and constant date since she’s been in movies, announces frequently that she’s his “Gdeal girl,’ but so far he’s made no move to settle down, dates almost every starlet in town. Dick Clayton, right, is Lori’s agent and Tab’s best friend—when he takes Lori out, as he does frequently, they, talk business, not romance, go to photographer-filled night spots or premiéres. Far left. Frequently out with a crowd, Lori and Tab chauffeur Adele August, Bud Pennell, Jeanetie Muller. Bob Kenaston, left, admires Lori's excellent taste in clothes, the poise that makes her a perfect date for a sophisticated night-club evening; Hugh O’Brian (the taller clown on the right) goes for the sense of humor that takes Lori from the sublime to the ridiculous without missing a beat, baggy pants, paint and all—but is too concerned with his career to think -of love.

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62 m= “Veronica and I married tonight in Lompoc, California. Love to you and Happy New Year. Greg.”: It was typical of Greg Peck’s thoughtfulness to have wired me this happy news before it was released to the general press. It was also typical of his “colossal dignity” (Cas John Huston so aptly described Greg’s basic quality ofter working with him in Moby Dick) that no press or photog- raphers were present at the cerémony. There was‘ none of the Hollywood hoop-la customary when such a famous and popular movie hero takes a bride —even if it isn’t his first. Not even Greg’s personal press agent was tipped off as to when and where the wedding would take place! Before Greg and Veronique quietly slipped away to Channing Peake’s ranch in the Santa Inez Valley, forty-five miles north of Santa Barbara, where Greg has leased a flourishing cattle ranch, he handed his super press agent Arthur Jacobs a sealed envelope. “Please don’t open this until you hear from me,” Greg instructed. After the ceremony, performed by Judge Arden Jensen of Santa Barbara, had taken place in the presence of Mr. and Mrs. Peake, their four chil- dren and Greg’s mother and step- father, Greg called Arthur, who wasted no time ripping open the envelope. Greg had written him all the vital s information about the wedding, and enclosed a few pictures of himself and Veronique taken three days previous, so that the press could be serviced even though no photographers covered the actual ceremony. Because Greg was still filming The Man In The Gray Flannel Suit, there was only time for a three-day honey- moon over- the New Year holiday, which they spent at the ranch they both love. Even their closest friends weren't let in on the secret. Dorothy and Ray Massey, who had expected to spend New Year’s with them, received a wire from Greg, saying that for good and personal reasons, he was go- ing away for the week end, but he aire a ee el nc a ah Ue il Jule Dla ed Mi let ci eae tyeigl ta ine | gy UA oe ei Ae x

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ae WESTERN UNION == unless ite defercod char TELEGRAM ie s scter Is indicared by the W. P. MARSHALL. paseicant i The filsvuc 1 Semahemmn rented € fine om domestic celégrams ik STANDARD TIME at puint of origin. Time of receign STANDARD TIME ot pos it tides ef Fier, proper syovbol. | NAOTS PD VIA AR=BEVERLY HILLS CALIF DEO™ ‘RADIE HARRIS: ey fe é ne PARK MEST = : Eo Ce . 5 % ge eee ot tt ia E VERONIQUE AND I MARRIED TONIGHT IN LOMPOC CALIFORNIA — LOVE TO YOU AND HAPPY WEW YEAR= | “GREG VERONIQUE AND GREG “Tf you keep our secret until the marriage, I promise you the first story.” That's what Greg told his good friend Radie, and this was the telegram that gave us the go-ahead by Radie Harris would see them as soon as he got back. Needless to say, Dorothy and | Ray weren’t too surprised when three | nights later, they dined va Mr. and Mrs. Greg Peck! Unfortunately, being 3,000 miles away, I couldn’t join in the celebration, so I phoned to congratulate them and | also to ask them some questions of my | own. Naturally, the first one the female in-‘me wanted to know was what Ver- | onique had worn as her bridal gown. | She came to the phone and told me— | “A Balenciaga dark blue ensemble of | Italian silk and a white tulle hat with ‘| a perky white flower in front.” From | Greg, I wanted to know whether they were staying on in the Pacific Pali- oS ee ee mee eee sades home he had occupied as a bachelor this past year, or whether they were buying a larger house? “We are not going to buy yet,” was Greg’s answer. “But Veronique is out every day looking for a house to rent— nothing grand, but comfortable and large enough for us and the three boys, who will spend their summers with us. No, we are not planning a belated honeymoon. We are happy just to have our roots here in California. Re- member, I was away from home for three years, and it is good to be back again. Veronique has fallen in love with my native California, too. As soon as I finish The Man In The Gray Flannel Suit, I hope to start another picture right away for my own com- pany Melville Productions—that is, if I can find the right script. I am still looking. So is Veronique. She has the advantage of being able to read sev- eral languages, so if I don’t find some- thing in English, we are hoping she may run across a foreign play or novel that might lend itself to translation.” Veronique has other advantages that make her qualify as an ideal wife for Greg, the most important being her wonderful relationship with his sons. To help establish this relationship Veronique came to Hollywood last May. Greg wanted Jonathan, Steven and Carey Paul to get to know Vero- nique as a (Continued on page 92)

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Bewildered French sailors found Jane, in a bright red wig, reading the Bible. 30 seconds later she was dancing like mad and passing refreshments! Husband Robert Waterfield, big and quiet, is the only person Jane doesn’t order around—or use her ex- tensive vocabulary of four-letter words on, either. Ma had no trouble when Jane was a tot. But in her teens Jane ran with “a bunch of hellions” and Ma had to adopt them all to get Daughter home! ™ Jane Russell was quoting the Bible—as usual. This time she was doing so in the course of a speech for the benefit of WAIF. It was quite an extensive quote and it wound the talk up nicely. “That's from Deuteronomy,” Jane said, smiling. “Any questions?” A hand went up in the front row and a woman . rose. “This isn’t exactly a question,” she said. “It’s a correction. That quote was from Judges.” “No,” Jane said firmly, “it was from Deuteronomy.” “Judges.” “Deuteronomy,” said Jane. The smile grew set, slightly ominous. “Judges, Miss Russell. I’ve taught Sunday School for twenty years and I—” “I don’t give a d--- what you've been doing,” boomed the saintly Miss Russell. “That’s Deuteronomy and that’s that!” She was right, too. Afterwards, repenting backstage, ste muttered, “Well, that’s Old Jane for you—biggest mouth in town.” Then she brightened. “At least,” she said, “now maybe they'll stop calling me a female Billy Graham!” Ever since it got out—with a bang—that Jane, offstage, lives it up in chapel more than anywhere else, misunderstood Miss Russell has found herself billed as the holy, homey, wholesome, housebroken type, spreading sweetness, light, Bibles and charity with a gentle hand. That wasn’t enough—she had to go and adopt an English baby, then organize a red-tape-cutting society for women who wished to go and do likewise. “Ever since,” she mourns, “they don’t call (Continued on page 95)

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photos by Jacques Lowe SON Chuck fought fatherhood for ten ™ Outside and far below them the tugs whistled dolefully in New York’s ice-clogged East River. The Charlton Hestons were at breakfast in their Tudor City apartment; as they plowed into their scrambled eggs they could look out on a terrace studded with crisp brown privet and boxed plants huddling against winter. “But I don’t like it,’ Chuck said. “You know what we agreed—that after Fray was botn we wouldn't be separated.” “All right,” Lydia told him, “but that’s the way it has to be.” Chuck reared his _ six-foot-four, lanky frame up from the table and, carrying his coffee cup, moved toward “I don’t want to be one of those fathers who hides behind the newspapers,” says Chuck. “I want my share of responsibility.” This from a guy who'd never diapered a baby until he took a course in the care and feeding of infants. Being Heston he got an “A!”

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years—till he fell in love with Pablum, diapers and little boys named Fray the window. His breath frosted the glass as he argued against the move. Lydia was mild but firm. “The baby shouldn’t spend the next two weeks changing climates four times. You know what the doctor said. He’s crash- ingly healthy and that’s the way he’s going to stay. Right?” “Right. But a whole week in Flori- da, away from the two of you...” “We'll join you in New Orleans the day your Circus show is over,” Lydia said. “For Pete’s sake, darling, during ten years of marriage I was never able to pin you down for more than a few weeks at a time. Now you blow your stack about a week’s separation. What's come over you?” He turned from the window, grin- ning sheepishly. “I guess I’m making like a father. Okay, I'll see you and Fray in New Orleans in a week. I'll phone you every evening—” - “Oh, brother!” said Lydia, but her eyes were a little misty and she was smiling. “That'll be the day. Not that I’m not enchanted with the whole idea. But give me a little time to get used to it. It’s like—like finding a new husband.” “Humph,” snorted Chuck indig- nantly, and took her in his arms and bussed her soundly. “Recognize the old husband?” I had not seen Chuck in over a year when I drove from Miami to Sarasota ee by PHILIP CHAPMAN for a chat with him. We'd talked on the long distance phone, and he in- vited me over so cordially that I threw a suitcase into the luggage compart- ment, gassed up, and took off. I wanted to see for myself what Chuck meant ‘when he said his baby had changed his life. I had confessed that the Hes- tons, especially Chuck had always puzzled me. Chuck had never made any bones about the fact that he didn’t want children just yet. There was too much to do, too many places to go. A child would mean having to settle down in one place, maybe give up good oppor- tunities. They’d talked it all out, and although (Continued on page 74)

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— grace kelly: by the countess (Continued from page 43) Frenchmen un- derstood that to an American, losing American citizenship is an utterly horri- fying thought even when compensation runs as high as it will to Grace Kelly. But as an American she seems doomed, for Americans aren’t permitted to accept titles, much less be crowned. Grace will have to submit to a coronation immediately or soon after her wedding. Uncrowned, Monaco cannot use her; crowned, America will not want her. It would seem that every silver sky has a cloudy lining. The Comte Jean de Lagausie and his bro- ther, the Marquis de Pontejac, were also at the table. Having been born in their father’s summer chateau in France both are French, but their mother is Monagas- que and they are Monagasque at heart. According to them, Monaco feels itself ex- tremely lucky to be getting Grace, as though she were honoring them, instead of the other way around. They say she’s proved herself more fit to be consort and eventually Princess-Mother than any pre- viously suggested born-to-it princess. Just the same, they seem-to feel that Prince Rainier had her right where he wanted her from the very beginning. Out- side Monaco, the contrary is implied. Probably Grace Patricia Kelly will be- come soon Altesse Sérénissime la Princess Gracia Patrizia. Otherwise, “Princess Grace” pronounced in French and trans- lated from it, sounds incongruously like “Fat Princess.” As Princess of Monaco she will need a coat of arms. These will be affixed to the windows of shops honored with her regular trade and her official princely warrant. There will be stamps issued bearing her profile, an angle hither- to unseen on movie magazine covers. Al- most certainly the long-planned, new boulevard along Monaco’s harbor will be named in her honor. Her linen, leather and silver will be embroidered and marked with closed crowns. Last and definitely least, her subsequent pictures ought to in- clude the credit line: “Grace Kelly by courtesy of Rainier III.” Call her "Madame" Serene Highnesses are not entitled to be addressed “Monseigneur,” as are Royal Highnesses. According to the book, an S.A.S. must settle for the address “Prince.” However, loyal Monagasques are shocked at the very idea. To them Prince Rainier is “Monseigneur,” the feminine equivalent of which is “Madame,” or “Ma’am,” in English. While calling Grace “Madame” will do her the greatest honor, she may also be properly addressed as “Princesse,” “Altesse,” or “Highness” in English. Grace herself will have to study European protocol as well as languages. On many questions European etiquette books are diametrically opposed to American. The better one’s manners in America, the big- ger one’s errors in Europe. For instance: An American gentleman sees an American lady to her door; he must not leave her at the curb. Insisting to be seen to one’s door in Europe is to issue an invitation one is sure to regret five minutes later. Furthermore, Emily Post says: “A lady never takes off her glove to shake hands.” Over here the offered hand must never be covered! This originates in the fact that a married lady expects her hand to be kissed and no man should be asked to kiss a glove. Because unmarried, non- royal ladies do not have their hands kissed, it would be surprising to see Prince Rainier kiss Grace’s hand in public until after he hes married her (or someone else does.) Of course, as first ‘lady of the land, wHeisver Gras does : cepted by her husband’s See followed. But Grace will want to know the proper etiquette to save misunder- standings on both sides. Should she be guided by Emily Post she risks being hor- rified at every turn and equally distress- ing the good people of Monaco. When Emily Post, by the by, was asked for an explanation of the differences, she replied: “I wrote my book for Americans. My ad- vice is to follow that old saying ‘When in Rome do as the Romans do.’” Obviously, the Romans wouldn’t wish the wedding to be held in Philadelphia. Rainier would never heartlessly deprive his people of the moment for which they’ve prayed in their churches. A more irre- vocable fact is that regal weddings are always held in the country of the one who sits or shall sit on the throne. For example: A few years ago Princess Jose- phine-Charlotte, sister of King Baudouin of The Belgians, traveled to smaller Lux- emburg to be married to Prince Jean who will, of course, reign there one day as Grand Duke. Furthermore, such a necessarily fabulous affair would place an impossible burden on the Kellys who, for all their ease, have never been really social and who are not organized to handle great pomp. As lead- ing Democrats in Republican Philadelphia they’ve allowed themselves to be snubbed by The Social Register, that incredible EASTER SEALS HELP ee CHILDREN give Occccccccees institution with its incomprehensible cri- terion for inclusion. However, over here it is thought that Grace is frightfully posh. The morning the engagement news reached Paris a friend telephoned and wailed, “This is awful! When Rainier has a wife as elegant as Grace Kelly. we'll never again be able to ask him to our little fiat.” Rainier has many friends who live as unostentatiously as do Grace’s family. She and her own retinue are considerably more chic, however. Oddly enough, mar- riage, instead of transporting her farther from her family, will carry her right back to the nest. Hitherto she seemed to pre- fer playboys and their world. Portrait of the Prince The Prince is more her family’s style. He’s a man’s man; the sort other men like. The things the Kellys will like more and more about him having nothing to do with his being a prince. Actually, and on at least two occasions, Grace’s father has displayed utter contempt for thrones. Rainier is a plain man; like the Kelly men, he has simple tastes. Perhaps he will be stern but he will be a devoted husband. Like the two Jack Kellys, Rainier feels unwell unless his lungs are bursting with fresh air. With. ~ friends most certain y- The Shah was discouraged The first time Mr. Kelly showed some- thing less than awed respect for a crown was when he sent his sweaty rowing cap to King George V to show him how he felt about being tossed out of the Henley Regatta “because he works with his hands.” The next time was when he discouraged The Shah of Persia’s attentions to Grace. That was before she was a star and before The Shah found Soroya. It is believed he would have liked to court the Kelly’s middle daughter but his religion, among other things, was against him. You can be sure that Big Jack Keliy was not im- pressed by Monaco’s little crown and took a good look at what is under it. When displeased his handsome face freezes to stone—a trait his son and his future son- in-law very definitely share with him. It’s a frightening experience, but one Grace must be used to by now. For all the similarities it may be some time before Grace realizes she’s run full circle. Daily, until after the christening of her first son, her life’s excitement will increase and then, suddenly, her duty done, matters will settle down to standard Mon- aco pace. That’s a calm she can’t possibly imagine at this point. Perhaps she'll be disappointed, annoyed, or only surprised but, ultimately, as the wife of the sort. of man she understands best, Grace is bound to be a happy, contented and relaxed princess. But after Monaco has its prin- cess the place will surely not be dull. Comte de Lagausie has always maintained, “As a bachelor The Prince must live quiet- ly but after his marriage there will be gaiety in The Palace again.” i Of the four Kelly children, Grace is most like her father. She has his temper- ment, fine slim bones, and supreme ele- gance. Most definitely Mr. Kelly is not “rough and tough,” as reported by Lord Beaverbrook’s London Daily Express. — Rather, he is so “comme il faut” he seems an actor cast in the role of a royal father- - in-law. Nor could Mrs. Kelly have spoken this quote from the same paper, “Just imagine, here I am the wife of a former bricklayer, and my daughter’s going to marry a prince.” After two generations of one honor after another the Kellys, one and all, are pretty blasé about them. — Grace’s sister-in-law, the former Mary Freeman of Washington, looks very like her in appearance, but is sweet and gentle, while Grace is lofty and icy. There isn’t a member of the house of Kelly who will not add lustre to the bride’s side of the church (except that, in Europe, wedding guests aren’t split down the aisle, groom’s on one side, bride’s on the other). Without this fine family, Grace could never have — become a star. Although they were never “keen” about her career, the Kellys were always behind her, giving her the confi- dence and background that are her trade- mark. Above all, Prince Rainier III would never have asked for Grace’s hand had her family not been all they are. life of the Prince has not been all he would like, and he looks to his bride to - make up for it. Rainier’s choice of Grace and Princess Margaret’s rejection of Town- ' send brings new glory to high places and final extinction to the old view that titles are somehow unwholesome. First news of the engagement was banner-headlined across the front pages of France-Soir in Paris. Down at the lower left hand corner, in a box about an inch square, was a story about the probability of Prince Aly Khan’s announcing his engagement to the man-— nequin Bettina. It’s a nice comment on today’s relative values. El The home— —

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ee a rr marisa (Continued from page 54) loved each other dearly and still do. Then as now, however, they were militant individualists. And the term “twin” drew fire from Marisa’s eyes. If the differences between them were distressing, fancied similarities were worse. The one thing Marisa is still quick to cor- rect today is the impression that she and — Pier are biological peas from a pod. “We are not identical twins, only fraternal twins,” Marisa points out. “We are sisters, but two completely separate persons.” Nevertheless, from their birth (in Cagliari on the Island of Sardinia twenty-four years ago come June 19, appropriately under the sign of Gemini, the Heavenly twins), until they were eleven, the illusion was out- wardly fostered, even enforced by the Pierangeli parents. Enrica dressed her daughters exactly alike. They shared the same room, received identical gifts on birthdays and from Babbo Natale, the Ital- ian Santa. By the time both turned thirteen, though, and began adolescence, the deception was abandoned. “Strangers never even took us for sisters,’ remembers Marisa, “let alone twins.” Marisa herself figured they were of two different worlds, she and her fairy-sister. Even when they sneaked off, guiltily, to an adult Hollywood movie (knowing they’d be punished when their father found out) it was always Pier whom Marisa could pic- ture as the heroine of the film. She, Marisa, the dark one, the quiet one, was not for such glory. She became something of a bookworm. Pier had already abandoned academic edu- cation—after struggles and poor marks, even with Marisa helping on the home- work. Already she had switched to art school, taking singing lessons and dancing. Marisa herself was buried in Latin, Greek, Science and mathematics, busily preparing for entrance to the University of Rome. The bad joke Marisa doesn’t remember the slightest. twinge of jealousy when Pier suddenly be- came the Cinderella girl of Italian movies. “T was happy for Pier,” she says without resentment. “It seemed perfectly right for her—she was so sparkling and beautiful. But when people said, ‘How about you, too?’ I was aghast. For me such sugges- tions were only bad jokes.” Once the bad joke came perilously close to a nightmare. On that afternoon in Italy, Marisa, a sixteen-year-old girl, with rebellious brown eyes and streaming black uvesses, fled for dear life around and around a wishing well at Ostia, near Rome. At her heels pounded a movie producer, his director and assorted assistants. As her pursuers closed the gap on the midget racetrack she screamed, “No! No! I tell you I don’t want to!” When they caught up with her and literally pushed her up be- fore a camera she made the most frightful faces she could manage, crossed her eyes, stuck out her tongue—and ruined the film. Only then did her amazed though well-wishing captors believe that Maria Luisa Pierangeli meant what she said: She didn’t want to be an actress. So when Pier and her mother flew to Hollywood to finish Teresa, it seemed per- fectly natural for Marisa to stay home and take care of her baby sister, Patrizia. When Patrizia’s nursemaid didn’t work out, Mar- isa, on her own initiative, fired her and hired another. She was still only sixteen and her father had died shortly before. There was no one to help her in that serious re- sponsibility except for Uncle Peppino. When they returned, Enrica asked, 70 “Didn’t you miss us?” ; y « - affairs.” Her mother burst into tears. Pier came back to Rome with an MGM contract. That meant transplanting the Pierangelis to Hollywood at once. Pier couldn’t wait and her mother, too, was im= patient for opportunity in the New World. But for Marisa the move meant total wreckage of all her hopes and plans. She was yanked out of school at mid- term in January. All the work she had put in for her University exam and the next summer went for nothing. She left her girl friends in Rome—and there was a boy, too, named Franco. In New York’s Plaza Hotel, on the way, Marisa stared forlornly out the window at the first snow she had ever seen. For two weeks, while Pier whirled gaily about Manhattan, Marisa practically refused to leave her room. “All I could think of was, ‘What am I doing here? Where am I headed?” recalls Marisa. “Everything in my future seemed obseured in a fog.” Then seventeen, Marisa was simply a sat- ellite to Pier’s rising star. “I felt,” Marisa says, “like a useless bump on a log.” For a long time her most important func- tion was to accompany Pier on dates. It wasn’t proper—in Enrica Pierangeli’s upper class Italian code—for her teen-age daugh- ters to go out unchaperoned. Almost every boy Marisa has teamed up with went out with Pier first at one time or another—Richard Egan, Arthur Loew, On the set of The Square Jungle, Tony Curtis, Ernest Borgnine, Paul Kelly and other members of the cast have invented a new game which they now play between scenes. I consists of thinking up “famous last words" that history doesn't record, such as Gen. Cus- ter's. Curtis supplied this one: Gen. Custer to his lieutenant, "Did you ever see so darned many Indians?” Sidney Skolsky in The New York Post - Jr. and Vic Damone. who’s Pier’s hus- band today, among others. As one suitor put it, “Dating the Pierangeli girls was a grab bag. You never knew which one you'd draw—but actually you didn’t care.” Because Marisa was never the mouse she figured herself. In her more sultry way she was quite as attractive as Pier was. And to her mother’s credit, she saw to it that whenever Pier got a new dress or bauble, Marisa got one, too. But it was still Pier’s earnings that bought them. It had to be. The Pierangelis were well off in Italy. But the money was frozen there. Yet, as frustratingly tied as she was to Pier’s Hollywood life, Marisa stubbornly nursed a blind spot to the obvious way out of her dilemma. The complex stemmed straight back to her anti-twin fixation. If Pier was a Hollywood star, obviously that gilded fate wasn’t for Marisa. It’s a minor miracle that such a com- plex individualist ever let her guard down to Hollywood opportunity. The miracle man in the case was a family acquaintance of Italian descent named Cubby Broccoli, an agent then. Sometimes, dropping by the house on his rounds, he’d take lonesome Marisa along for a spin and a look at the other studios. Usually she had nothing better to do. One day they dropped by the office of Sol Siegel, a Fox producer, who was preparing What Price Glory? He asked Marisa what she did and she told him, “Nothing.” “Oh, come,” Siegel prodded. “Everyone can do something. Can you sing?” Only Italy, s a singing one? Marisa Reece SI sang “Je Suis Seule Ce Soir. 7 (‘Tm one Tonight.”) She had no idea she was being ~ considered for a part in a movie. When she finished there was an awful silence. “I’ve done something wrong?” He shook his head and assured her she had done something surprisingly right— and that he knew director John Ford would like to hire her for the part of a French girl. Mister Ford would be rizht in. When he came he silenced the protests that were already pouring out of Marisa in halting English. John Ford is a wise and persuasive man. “So I did it,” says Marisa simply. “And I discovered I liked it. I had been wrong, you see, but I had to find that out for myself.” But before long Marisa was more mixed up than ever. After that bit she signed a contract at Fox and took the name Pavan, which means “sad song.” It was appropriate. She didn’t work again for over a year; then she was dropped. “I almost lost all faith in. myse The man who tried to give it back to her was the same John Ford. Marisa tracked him down one day and confronted him des- perately. “I have no one else to come to,” she began. ‘You say I am a sensitive girl and might someday be a good actress. But do you really believe this? Please—tell me as a father would his daughter: Should I go on or stop right now?” “Don’t let anybody stop you,” said Ford. “Not even yourself.” Her lowest spot arrived during that frus- trating idleness. By the end of the year Marisa was so upset and nervous that her mother feared for her health. The best therapy seemed to be a vacation in Rome to break Marisa away from Pier’s orbit. For a while Marisa thought she never wanted to see Hollywood again. Rome was beautiful, her old friends were real. She even went out with a boy alone for the first time in her life. But disenchant- ment set in the minute she brushed up against what she had come home to forget. Joe Mankiewicz, in Rome prepar- ing The Barefoot Contessa, talked to her tentatively about the title role. He finally gave it to Ava Gardner, of course, but he gave Marisa something more valuable. “T have great faith in you,” he said. “But you must have faith in yourself. You are the kind who can do only things you be- lieve in. Never try anything second-rate.” That was something Marisa could under- stand. Back in Hollywood she tackled as goal with the bulldog drive that had brought her “A’s” in algebra: A college course in English to iron out the accent that still lingered. Dramatic lessons. Danc- ing instruction. Singing. And endless dis- sections of plays. One was Tennessee Wil- liams’ The Rose Tattoo. On screen she tried herself out with a blind girl role in Down Three Dark Streets, gained confidence as an Indian girl with Alan Ladd in Drum- beat. A year ago last summer Marisa was. ready. “| can't believe you're a Pierangeli” The minute she heard that Hal Wallis had bought The Rose Tattoo Marisa called her agent, Paul Kohner. “You have to do something about this,” she told him. “T want to play Rosa.” It was the first time she had ever asked for anything. “So does every other girl in Hollywood,” he replied realistically, “including your sister—and they’re interested in her.” But this time Marisa didn’t scare. She starved off ten pounds, twisted her straight hair into braids and strapped her chest flat. She slipped into a drab, short- — skirted dress over bare feet, wiped = all

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Hee en ee ee ee vera Me fe Ee ie me rani Secchi errr Sl acetal ce OF Mann finished the test for the sixteen- year-old Italian gamin he wanted, He said, “T can’t believe you’re twenty-two—or that your real name’s Pierangeli.” But scoring the Oscar-caliber hit that she did in The Rose Tattoo wasn’t any breeze for Marisa. Nothing she does is a breeze. Acting for her is still no lark, as it is for Pier. It’s hard slugging, complicated by painful self-criticism and a shy reserve that’s a hangover from girlhood. It was during this crucial job and Diane, only two months later, that Pier married Vic Damone, became pregnant and suffered the plane accident that broke her pelvis. Working or not, for eight weeks Marisa flew back and forth to Pier’s side at the Palm Springs hospital. After that Pier moved back home with Vic to await the precarious arrival of Baby Perry. For five months more Marisa came home nights to a household that was crowded, anxious and tense. She may have gone through an added emotional strain, as some think, having the boy she was once undeniably fond of, living under the same roof with her, but married to her sister. But if anything disturbed Marisa, she certainly didn’t show it. Throughout the it’s just our secret (Continued from page 49) in Hollywood evolves about this. It seems the whole town knew Jean was to be a mother as soon as she did practically, and Jean was astonished. “However was it found out?” she kept asking. “I can’t understand it!” Then one morning at 20th Century-Fox Studios, sitting about on the set of Hilda Crane (her latest picture, in which she stars opposite Jean-Pierre Aumont and Guy Madison), an assistant director vol- unteered to do some deductive reasoning to find out how the secret became public information. “Now, to begin with,” he asked, “did you tell anyone about it yourself after you found out?” “Yes,” was her reply. “Now we're getting somewhere,’ he said. “Can you remember exactly who you told?” Whereupon Jean named no less than twenty people whom she had managed to tell by the end of the very first day she knew! Included among these were Jamie and Lindsay (who screamed with delight and promptly knocked her down and jumped on her, she reported), Elizabeth Taylor, Cary Grant and his wife Betsy Drake, Bert Allenberg (who is Jean’s agent) and his wife Mildred, and Charles LeMaire, costume head at the studio. As it turned out, just about the only people Jean didn’t tell about the baby were the columnists. One writer asked her why she didn’t let her know and thus give her a scoop. “It just didn’t occur to me that it was the kind of news item anyone might be interested in,” replied Jean. And the columnist groaned and gave up. Amazingly, Jean wasn’t pretending—she is like that. Lots of people still remember that when she first came to Hollywood to work in pictures she brought along her autograph book, hoping she might get signatures from a few of the stars! “I'll go mad!" Jean learned of her impending mother- hood during a hectic period when she and Jimmy’s children were between houses, so 72 to speak. Having already moved out of Ce et ae ae Ng Vl acted like what she had become—a star. Sharks and dignity When Marisa arrived in Key West on location she arrived with her own maid. Caught several times in the middle of hassles between Magnani and Virginia Grey as handy interpreter, Marisa kept her dig- nity and poise. She not only reiused to pose for cheesecake but turned down riding ona Pasadena Rose Parade float pinning a rose tattoo on Burt Lancaster’s chest. “It is not dignified,’ said Marisa icily. And when she went to the premiéres the fans who asked her for autographs got a chal- lenge, “Do you know who I am?” If they said, “Marisa Pavan,” they got one. But if they said, “Pier Angeli’s sister,” they didn’t. None of this is any indication that Marisa is taking her sudden success big— just seriously. Nor does it mean that she has drifted away from her family. Marisa still lives with her mother and Patrizia, al- though not in the same house. That has been sold and Marisa has bought one of her own, up above Sunset Strip. She goes out and stays out as long as she likes, sips a Martini and puffs a cigarette when she their old place because the new owners were due to arrive, they decided to take hotel rooms in Palm Springs until their new place was ready. But quarters were necessary for only Jean ahd the two chil- dren—Jimmy was summoned to England for retakes in Bhowani Junction, his co- starring picture with Ava Gardner. Jean was enjoying the sunshine at Palm Springs (Hollywood was smoggy almost every day) when she was notified to re- port to 20th for Hilda Crane. Since she didn’t want to leave the children alone, and since Palm Springs is 165 miles from Beverly Hills, this meant she would have to commute 330 miles a day if she wanted to stay in the desert. With a difficult part to learn there was no choice but to move back to town. One morning Jean told her secretary- companion, Vivian Walker, that if one more thing happened she would go mad. That afternoon it happened. She went to her doctor and discovered she was going to be a mother. She didn’t go mad at all. According to all reports, she went su- premely content. In fact, when Vivian teased her, “Not annoyed?” Jean had to laugh. “I’m de- lighted,” she came back. - “You can’t say things are dull with the Grangers.” She promptly sent a cable to Jimmy in London. Just how she worded the message was something she couldn't remember even on the very next day. “Something about ‘You are on your way to become a father, sir!’”’ An hour later Jimmy was on the trans-Atlantic telephone. They had an exciting conversation, and - about this Jean can remember everything but will tell nothing. “T don’t care whether it’s a boy or a girl, just so it’s healthy and happy,” she keeps replying when asked if she has done any thinking about the baby. Her own state of health, generally good, has continued that way, and the prognosis for a happy and undisturbed pregnancy seems fine. Come. out of the kitchen Beginning with their residence in their new Bel Air home there was a new cook in the Granger household. Jimmy, who has always done it before because it is one of his hobbies and he is good at it, is retirmg from the kitchen now that meals are needed not only for Jean and himself, ST ree So ag aa he ee ey imme gS ND Spr EARN, iat EA i Bata laa te Ae cel cen a ae Fea 54 ee Some bath A Healy sports car wher often over to Pier and Vic’s Bel-Air house, where she’s Perry Rocco’s godmother as well as his proud aunt. It’s her own life now. Right now that life is almost ninety-nine per cent career, and according to Marisa it will be for some time to come. “One thing at a time,” she says. “Of course I want to marry, but first I will have to fall in love. Yes, I have been in love twice—once in Italy and once over here.” But you get a Mona Lisa smile when you ask her who. _ The man Marisa sees most often is twenty-four-year-old actor Perry Lopez, whom she calls “my very close friend,” next to him Producer Alan Pakula and sometimes Tom Tryon, of the Hal Wailis stable. But none are steadies. Meanwhile Marisa rubs a tiny Oriental god on the tummy each morning to keep her luck, if you can call it that. He’s the god of Happiness, which is apropos. Because no one really needs to teil Marisa Pavan something she must have figured out for herself by now: At long last the Pierangeli family has two Heavenly Twins. But if you should happen to say that word—maybe you’d better smile. END but for the children as well, who must be fed and in bed by the time he would ordinarily get around to startimg dinner. ’ So a cook has been hired. But the news is that she won’t be alone in the kitchen, for Jean has decided to begin working over a hot range. “I’ll begin with prepar— ing the baby’s Pablum and work up from that. Perhaps in a year or so I'll be able to serve a heated egg to someone!” A great deal of animal life, past and present, was part and parcel of the Granger belongings when everything was moved to the new place. Very much alive are Jean’s three dogs, Old Beau and Young Bess, who are both French poodles, and Shih-Tu, who is a Tibetan spaniel. They are going to get houseroom in the new place all right, but at the last report there was a good chance that Jimmy’s hunting gallery—a collection of trophies, elegant tusks, rhino horns and the like, picked up on his African safaris—might not. “It just doesn’t seem to go with the new house,” was Jean’s verdict a week or so before moving in. But Jimmy may get his collection on the walls yet; Jean ad- mitted that a formal meeting on the sub- ject would probably take place before a definite decision was made. She's too absentminded Jean is planning to give up driving a car because she thinks she is too absent- minded at times to be good at it. She was driving home from the studio late at night some months ago when she stopped for a red light. As she sat there she sud- denly realized that she had no recollec- tion at all of how she had reached the point where she was waiting for the light; what route she had taken or how she had driven it. Everything she had done had been done without mental recall or consciousness of deed. She decided it might be a good idea to turn over driving to someone who does it totally awake. : Of all the rest of the changes in order for Jean and her Jimmy one is most strongly indicated. | Up till now both have remained British subjects. But since the baby will be an American (“He'll be born right in Beverly § Hills,” says Mother-to-be) the chances are good that his parents will now take steps to become citizens as well. END

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HColUH di oUil (Continued from page 67) Lydia disagreed with Chuck about a lot of things—his normally sloppy dress in public, for in- stance, and his monumental intolerance of people who did not live up to his measure —but she went along with him in this case. Chuck, big and lanky and furiously intent about his future, fought shy of family ties. Although he and Lydia were clearly very deeply in love, their mar- riage operated almost as a business deal. Lydia, apparently, was content to have it so. At least, she didn’t complain. Chuck himself confessed to me once, “We don’t see much of each other.” As success came to him, they were together even less. Chuck was headed for the top, and nothing was going to stop him. If marriage stood in his way, then his mar- riage would just have to suffer. The time eventually came when Lydia had to evaluate her love and need for this sensitive, often moody, always vital man. I don’t think she ever hesitated for long. If she had to stand on her own two feet, spend months of loneliness, share him with the work that obsessed him, then that she could do—with humor and without complaint. But. Lydia knew surely that a time would come, someday, and she could wait. When it came it would be wonderful. Chuck had always said he believed that a man should work at being a father. And she did wait, with incredible patience, for ten years. Meanwhile they rented the big apart- ment in Tudor City, and bought the 1,388- acre place in St. Helen, Michigan, and finally, as Chuck’s Hollywood commitments multiplied, they added the modern apart- ment in the La Brea Towers on the Coast. They saw less of each other than ever. Lydia was doing The Seven Year Itch and Chuck was here, there, everywhere, doing Tv shows, rehearsing, making personal ap- pearances, going clear to Egypt for months on the location for DeMille’s The Ten Commandments. How will he take it? Last year Lydia took stock of things. Chuck was thirty-one, now, and a full- fledged star, one of the brightest in both £42 ¥ An oss bad aloha V Awa sde & fiw Nie al elo dL pouring in. His goal was reached. And so one day she phoned him in Hollywood from her New York dressing room and told him that she’d been to her doctor and had some tests made, and, well —this was it. She tried to keep her voice light and casual, perhaps not quite cer- tain how he would take the news. His roar of delighted pleasure almost knocked the phone from her hand, and from then on she knew things would be all right. A Daddy-type man I registered at the Sarasota Terrace, be- cause that was where Chuck was staying. Families of tourists just love it, frequently bring along three or four children and stay a week or two. These lovable little tykes have a habit of waking at dawn and oc- cupying the time until breakfast with games in the hallways. Later that evening, when I caught Chuck at dinner in the roof restaurant of the hotel, I asked him about the kids. He laughed. “As a matter of fact, the first day we were here the agency fellows, five of them, took one look at the set-up, went into a huddle, and rented a house down on the beach—a big house with a pool. Naturally they thought I was in on the deal, too, and they flipped when I said I'd keep my room here.” “TI admit I’m surprised myself,” I said. “But why should I move? I don’t want to roust around half the night. I’m an old married man with a family. And I don’t mind the kids in the hallways, or their coming around at breakfast for auto- graphs. I like kids. Besides, I’ve had al- most a year of listening to Fray bellowing —the lungs on that boy!” When Chuck had told me, earlier, that Fray had changed his life, he really meant it! And the change started even before Fray was born. He was buying cribs and layettes and catchers’ mitts (he was sure it would be a boy) while Lydia was still reading her sophisticated lines in Seven Year Itch. Rooms in the Hollywood and New York apartments were being redecorated as nurseries while Lydia was still getting used to morning sickness. And while she was just beginning to read Dr. Spock, Chuck was taking a Red Cross course on the care and feeding of babies! | Oe ie I told her I'd passed the course Piper ent rv Sop ed ea ae aia te A,” Chuck grinned. “Why not? A good actor learns how to do what he’s told to do. She said she thought we could afford a nurse, and I asked what would happen if the nurse should get sick or break her leg, and Lydia wanted to know what the heck I thought she’d be doing then. “It’s kind of hard to explain, but I wanted to help feed and change and bathe the kid from the beginning. I don’t want to be one of those fathers who comes in from work, says ‘Hi’ to his boy, and then takes off for the golf course or hides be- hind the evening paper. I want my share of the responsibility.” He finished the last of a monstrous steak —he eats like a field hand—and went on. By the time he finished I knew as much about Fraser Clarke Heston, aged one year, as I would if I’d lived with him since his birth: How he first learned to crawl, what makes him cry and what makes him laugh, his feeding habits—the works. Child actor I know all about how well he played his part as the infant Moses in the DeMille epic, how he wailed on cue; and I have a complete description of his favorite toys. I know a lot more about Chuck and Lydia Heston, too. “This word ‘responsibility,’ ” Chuck said. “Thats the important thing. Parents aren’t just people who are there to provide a home and necessities for a child. They represent a kid’s whole world, and if they don’t realize that, they’re sunk. That’s why Lydia is taking at least two or three years off to do nothing but care for him, why I’m rearranging my schedules and plans, and why we're going to raise Fray out in the country, on the St. Helen place. “There, at least, he’ll spend the first few years of his life free of restrictions and danger. As a child hell be close to trees and animals and water and snow and good clean dirt. None of those New York side- walks for him. There'll be time enough later on to introduce him to the ugliness of life, when he’s better able to adjust to it.” : The last thing he said before I left was, “T’ve got me a fine son. I only hope that some day he can use the adjective about his old man.” END | always miss the kids (Continued from page 59) one day,” she pointed out. “You know, unpack, get the clothes in the closets, play with the children. Then a day later wandering Jim barges in from the studio. ‘Get some things packed. We're leaving for Paris.’ “T don’t argue. Let’s face it, if a hus- band wants to take you with him on lo- cation, you’d be a goon not to go. Sup- pose Jim were like other actors. Leave the wife at home. Then I’d worry. This way I’m having a ball. “Only the other evening I was trying to figure out where Jim and I have been these past twelve months, months in which he’s worked like a dog. He'll never stop working, you know. I don’t know any- one who loves the picture business more. “We've been so many places... let me see. Last year we started out in France with the Kirk Johnsons; they’re a won- derful couple. Jim said we’d better hire a car. So we did and took the grand tour. Rome, Florence, Milan, Lake Como, all those places, places none of us had ever been before. We had a wonderful time, but every now and again that faraway 74 look would come into Jim’s eyes, and I knew he was wondering about the kids.” The Stewarts were married in 1949 when Jim was forty-one. They have four children. The two boys are from Gloria’s previous marriage—Mike is nine and Ron- nie is eleven—but the twin girls, Judy and Kelly, four, are Jim’s and Gloria’s. Gloria admits proudly: “The way he carries on with them, you’d think that he was the world’s only father of twins. He takes them to Sunday School, tells them stories, horse- plays. Jim is a perfect father. “Ronnie and Mike are in the Davy Crockett stage right now, and Jim’s joined them in building a fort in the backyard. They go through that whole shooting-up routine. “For a while, the boys thought Ran- dolph Scott was the greatest guy in mov- - ies. But slowly they’re veering toward Jim, and I must say his approach with them is absolutely perfect: He estab- lishes the perfect level. He'll sit with them hour after hour working on a ship or plane model, having the finest time. That’s why he misses them so much. “I remember early this year when we took off for the Far East to promote Rear Window. Wherever we landed, Manila, Hong Kong, Tokyo, there was always one thought in Jim’s mind, ‘What can we bring back for the kids?’ Finally, I said to |? him, ‘Don’t worry, they’ll be happy with | Mey oa eet Bos oe es a = = | ih ba Ly @ yi bit tet b iy mT ra A pretty nearly anything. That is, if you've | got any room left in your bag.’ Jimmy Stewart is a well-known camera | bug. He owns one of practically every | camera in existence, and in the Far East he bought dozens of camera lenses. It | took a lot of persuading but Gloria talked him into having a couple of suits made in Hong Kong. Stewart rarely buys new clothes. “I have a sports jacket” or “I already have a suit” is his stock protest. “But this time,” he recalls, “I listened to Gloria and | wandered into this shop and had a couple of suits made. White linen. When they came I showed ’em to Gloria and told | her I thought they were the cat’s whiskers. Know her answer? ‘They were, when that particular expression was popular. On the way home from the Orient, Jim- | my and Gloria stopped in Honolulu and rented a house for three weeks. Then back to Hollywood where Jim did Man From Laramie. This called for location | work in Texas! : When Laramie was finished, The Man Who Knew Too Much was ready to start. Director Alfred Hitchcock insisted upon shooting many of the scenes in Morocco 399 «| & | ba

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took off for Marrakesh in the North African desert, and while it was exciting and picturesque, Gloria got so homesick eventually that she flew back to the chil- dren without Jimmy. “Poor Jim, he had to continue to London for additional shooting.” In London he, too, was homesick. On a rare day off he would stroll through the London zoo, feed the animals, and com- ment on how much fun “the kids would have over here.” He spoke about Marra- kesh and how “one night Gloria and I went to some Arab’s house and sat on the floor and ate with our fingers.” Jim returned to Hollywood in July for more shooting on The Man Who Knew Too Much, and he spent every evening at home with the children. But weren't many. Because he was talked into return- ing to Texas to promote Laramie and a day after he got back, Gloria took the chil- dren up to a ranch im Elco, Nevada. Not many people know this but three years ago Jimmy, in partnership with the Johnsons, bought a tremendous cattle ranch not too far from Bing Crosby’s ranch. Jim runs 3,000 head of cattle and more than anything else he likes the quiet, peaceful life of the range. But to date he’s had no time for this. Gloria steps in Gloria, in fact, has been making a home for him in hotels throughout the world. And were it not for this tall, pleasant, ab- solutely selfless girl, Jim would find the going lonely and difficult. With Gloria at his side, however, he seems much younger than his forty-six. She has the faculty of making him smile, turning him into an outgoing person. - In Paris, for example, Jim was dead tired during the shooting of The Spirit Of St. Louis. He had been given no time off between pictures, no time in which to catch his breath. The scene in which Lind- bergh lands at Le Bourget was a tough one to shoot. It was shot at night, and when it was finished, Stewart ached all over. The following day a series of interviews | Was arranged. To relieve some of the pres- sure, Gloria agreed to sit in for Jimmy. || The French described her as “trés char- |: mante.” “Actually,” she says, “I was suffering from dysentery, but in a kind of frantic | way I told them all I knew about Jim.” This is how Gloria might have summed up her husband. Jim is a modest, retiring, hhard-worker who is regarded in America | | ! } i as “the ideal husband.” He makes a top living, at least $350,000 a year. He attends church. He has never been involved in any | Scandal. He is devoted to his wife, children, work and parents. He is homespun and | Speaks in a flat Pennsylvania drawl. He lives in a_thirty-eight-year-old house covered with ivy. He nurses old hats, wears | old suits, plays golf but usually loses to his |wife. He doesn’t throw money around. |‘When the twins were small he never |minded wheeling them in their carriage. | _ As Gloria explained these simple, salient | facts to the French newsmen, one of them Said, “Pardon me, Madame, but isn’t that | (Sort of life a little dull?” | Gloria smiled tolerantly. | “I know,” she admitted, “that many peo- | ple think Jim is unromantic. But to me he |S the most romantic man in the world. I \lalso think, if I may say this, that he is | One of the best-loved actors in America. | “All I will add is that just living with |\Jim makes me a better person.” | “A Frenchman whistled. “Your Jimmy | \fitust be a very great lover.” | Gloria Stewart lowered her eyes. “Just | [ very good man,” she said simply. “And , b very good man is hard to find.” END oi1aen cream a complete skin treatment in one miracle minute... ..10r just one This remarkable Tussy cream treatment softens, lubricates, cleanses! The moment this rich, golden cream touches your skin, it releases nature’s own beauty-building process, so often choked by dirt and lack of moisture. It cleanses deeper and better than any soap or single purpose cream. Its rich lubricating oils glamour-soften your skin! It’s a fabulous makeup base! Makes powder go on smoother and cling longer because it brings invisible moisture to your skin! It’s the cream that does everything! Only $1 plus tax for a big 6 oz. jar. TUSSY all purpose cream discovery dollar! |

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‘the truth about osear (Continued from page 51) Glory. The gold statuette for the best performance by an actor to Charles Laughton for Henry VII. The gold: statuette for the best motion ‘picture to Cavalcade.” After the Awards, I rushed to Western Union to file my story. I decided to give the readers as little of “gold statuette” as possible. I tried to think of a comedy name, in a hurry. A name that would re- move some of the pompousness from the entire affair. I remembered a pit orches- tra leader named Oscar. The vaudevillians got laughs when they’d call him Oscar. I'd do it. But I better be a little careful; poking fun at Hollywood’s most important event my first time at bat. I covered my- self by writing that “to the profession these statues are called Oscars.” They weren’t going to catch me with my gold statuette down. agi eatery. The dates on this bylinevatney: March 16, 1934. Bette got her Award for her performance in 1935, but didn’t recéive it until the banquet held in March, 1936. If anyone can produce a clipping in which the gold statuette is called Oscar before the year 1934, I'll deliver Marlon Brando to her personally. Everyone in our town, even the kiddies, knows when it’s Academy Award time. - Jack Palance, two-time Oscar nominee, was conversing with his four-year-old daughter Holly, who wanted to know if her father had ever won an Oscar. Palance replied, “No.” The youngster looked at him sternly and said, “You’d better get one Daddy. Every other kid’s pop in school has one.’ During the Oscar voting period you’d think a national political campaign was taking place. Studios apply all the pres- sure they can gracefully. But every per- former, from starlet to star, knows that everything has a pr is. buy ‘special campaign advertisements the trade papers to push their stars. Most contestants, from actors to songwriters, hire press agents for a special get-me-the- Oscar campaign. There is the word-of- mouth campaign, never halting and often vicious enough to dissolve friendships of long standing. Last year during the heat of battle, Brando was shocked. He told me, “Everyone | talks like you'll go to eee ix you don’t win.” Oscar doubles his cock Oscar was designed on a tablecloth at an early meeting of the Academy when Cedric Gibbons, MGM art director, sketched a knight standing on a reel of film and holding a two-edged sword. A Los Angeles sculptor, George Stanley, later fashioned Oscar from Gibbons’ origi- nal sketch, to stand ten inches and weigh $100 FOR YOu! Oscar can’t be bought for love or money. To let us know who you want to read about in your magazine, fill in the form below of the first hundred people we hear from. as soon as you've read all the stories in this issue. 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READ: [jaltofherstory [jpart [jnone IT HELD MY INTEREST: [] super-com- pletely [) completely [) fairly well O very little [) not at all 8. 1 LIKE JAMES STEWART: © more than almost any star [J a lot 1 fairly well (1) very little [J not at all {J don’t know him well enough to say 13. Which male and female stars do you want to read about? Please indicate your preference at right by writing your first choice next to (1), your second choice next to (2) and your third choice next to (3). (1) 14. To which movie magazines do you subscribe? (1) MALE FEMALE (2) (2) MALE FEMALE (3) (8) MALE FEMALE shu wrod stavstere Siow sig eeue ADDRESS Soke cemceeieicie sin Sele bie ociesos'sic - as ey Pes chapel OREM apwisinlole ates orcs . 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_ Lewis Milestone. ge: The original Oscar cost $30, and hi ow costs $60 to manufacture. _ The first person to win an Academy Award was Janet Gaynor. Toward the end of a long evening banquet at the Holly- _ wood-Roosevelt Hotel, on May 16, 1929, _ the President of the Academy, Douglas _ Fairbanks, called tiny Janet Gaynor to the _ speaker’s table and bestowed upon her the award for her performance in Seventh Heaven. Other winners that eventful eve- { ning included Emil Jennings, voted best actor and two directors, Frank Borzage and The best movie of the ‘year was Wings. Thirteen awards were distributed in all. Janet Gaynor began her acceptance speech, “I am deeply honored . . 2? She established a style, distinguished by surprise and tears, adopted by winners _ for many years. aie aad Don’t be surprised, but this first Acad- -emy Awards dinner was a flop. Holly- wood gave it little attention. The local newspapers gave it polite coverage. Now the Oscar Derby is covered by five news- reels, seventy-five photographers, and more than 500 correspondents with detailed accounts going to countries throughout the world. At the first Academy Awards ban- _ quet, a special Oscar was given to Charles _ Chaplin fer his “versatility and genius in _ writing, acting, directing and producing e The Circus.” I am told this Oscar is with cf t & _ years previous—and chiefiy for political and economic reasons. i | the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and _ Charlie Chaplin in Switzerland. Most Hollywood historians believe that Sciences, began with this 1929 banquet. The “truth is that the Academy was created two _ Neither art nor science | "prove it wasn’ | controlled.” Routine || ‘appointed to appease skeptics. One was ap- _ From an unexpected source, I learned that one night in January, 1927, a group of important movie people dined at the Santa Monica beach house of the very important Louis B. Mayer. Nothing much the ills of the world, Mayer told them, were the result of misunderstanding. L. B. hadn’t done anything about correcting Hol- ae until Mayer started to speak. All _lywood’s misunderstanding because every- _ one would say, “Aha! I wonder what Mayer has up his sleeve now?” After a dramatic _pause, L. B. disclosed his idea—the Acad- emy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences. There was no mention of the Awards of ‘Merit. These were to be inadvertently in- vented two years later. Mayer’s Academy -was planned to solve Hollywood’s imme- diate troubles—chiefly—labor unions. And so, the Academy, which today pre- ‘sents the industry’s own awards to the In- -dustry’s most deserving, was born to keep ‘unions out of the movies. _ The Academy flourished, and for a while even its anti-union plan worked. Being ‘an Academy member meant you were a ‘success, that you belonged to the top so- ES set. Your membership (by invitation) ost $100. Today, membership costs you , and technically, it’s still by invitation. ‘ther members recommend you. Now ere are approximately 1,600 members. _ In its early years, the Academy tried to “company owned and committees were pointed to consider giving some sort of jannual Awards of Merit. Two years later this committee, finally had to do something about it. The committee asked Cedric Gib- ms to design an appropriate trophy. And 'Oscar was born. ‘Surprise? The first year’s winners had been an- ced on a back page of the Academy e base. Another three months before the banquet. “ Fad juisite Form gives vou a X APPEAL (x= GLAMOUR PLUS COMFORT) Worth pawning jewels for... Hi-jow WITCHERY with gentle touch Ribbon Wire'! Diamonds notwithstanding, your best friend is Hi-Low Witchery. It moulds you Bo into glamour curves; gives you X* appeal from dawning to yawning! The fabulous, exclusive Ribbon Wire is light as a feather, flexible as a willow, lies comfortably flat under each cup. €an’t poke or mark your fair skin like old-fashioned round wire. And there’s no connecting wire at the Divide, to cut or dig; each cup is individually Ribbon-Wired. A, B, C and D cups in bandeau and longline styles. White or black nylon lace bandeau, $5. White or black embroidered cotton bandeau, $3.50. D cups slightly higher. {T. M. Reg. brassieres ea t your favorite store, or write Dept. MS-4, Exquisite Form Brassiere, In ; as ies ES Oe ig % at ea a 9 a nh ws + nat 4 w . gs ei aaa Ls Beene, give you L* appeal c., 159 Madison Avenue, New York City for store nearest you. itt

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‘But Janet Gaynor and others accepted their Oscars, pretending they didn’t know until their names were announced. Academy Award banquets were sup- posed to start at 8 p.m. but contestants would arrive an hour later, having read the results of the Oscar Derby in early editions of the Los Angeles morning news- papers. ‘Traditionally, the results were announced from the dais after ten o’clock and we were supposed to pretend we didn’t know the results. This absurdity was eliminated when the Academy went out of its way to make the results honest, and announced balloting would continue until 8 p.m. of the banquet evening. You could come to the banquet and cast your vote. The Shirley Temple Award (1935) was supposed to be a sur- prise and I remember watching Shirley, sitting at her table from eight on, waiting to be surprised. She kept saying: “When are they going to surprise me?” Finally, half asleep, she went home with her Oscar, and put it in her doll collection. The customary procedure for many years was to have a dummy banquet table set up in another room of the hotel. The prominent winners were escorted to this fake banquet table while they posed with the Oscars for the newsreels, photo- graphers and press. In March of 1936, Bette Davis and Victor McLaglen posed at the fake table with their Oscars for the best performances of 1935, McLaglen for The Informer and Davis for Dangerous. I asked Bette if she wanted to make any comment. She replied: “Say anything you want. Say anything that sounds like a girl too damn excited to talk.” Bette’s award is known in the trade as the “Hangover Oscar.” She should have received it the year before for her per- formance .in. Of Human Bondage. The Academy voters tried to make it up to Bette and other performers at the next opportunity. I’d list Ingrid Bergman and Jimmy Stewart also as “Hangover Oscar” winners. The awards sometimes seem contradic- tory because there are honest mistakes in judgment. Take the year Victor McLaglen won for his performance in The Informer, Max Steiner, Dudley Nichols and John Ford won for best scoring, writing and direction of this movie. However, the Oscar for the best motion picture went to Mutiny On The Bounty. “I guess,” re- marked Tom Jenk, “they liked everything about The Informer but the picture.” Hit and misses On a memorable Academy night in March, 1940, Producer David Selznick com- muted between his chair and the platform accepting awards for Gone With The Wind. Part-time master of ceremonies, Bob Hope, called the Academy Dinner “a benefit for David Selznick.” Hattie McDaniel won her Oscar in the best supporting actress category. It was the first time a colored actress had won an Oscar and also the first time a colored performer had attended an Academy Awards dinner. I never heard any performer receive the applause Hattie - McDaniel did when she approached to ac- 82 cept her award. Y. Frank Freeman who presented the Irving Thalberg Award to David Selznick, said: “I never saw so many soldiers as were used in Gone With The Wind, and if the Confederate Army had had that many men we would have licked you damn Yankees.” Gone With The Wind swept the baards in the Oscar Derby. It won ten of the seventeen awards. However, not once during the entire evening was Margaret Mitchell mentioned. After all, she only wrote the book. There was much criticism. At the 1943 banquet, James Cagney ac- cepted the award tor his portrayal of in Yankee Doodle said Cagney, “is only George M. Cohan Dandy. “An actor,” as good as people think he is and as bad - as people think he is. I am glad so many people thought I was good.” Then Jimmy quickly added: “And it was a good part.” This was followed by the speech which contributed to changing the format of the presentations of the Oscars. Joan Fontaine summoned Greer Garson to the platform to receive the award for her performance in Mrs. Miniver. Miss Garson made the longest acceptance speech in the history of the Academy. It’s said to have lasted HOW THEY PICK OSCAR @ The first step is The Nomination. The Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sci- ences mails 13,438 nomination ballots to members of the film industry. These in- clude the actual 1,600 Academy members: 9,757 Screen Actors Guild members; 455 Screen Directors Guild members; 734 Screen Writers Guild members; and 892 representatives of various technical crafts. The nominating in each category is done by the specialist guilds. Price, Waterhouse, an accounting firm hired by the Academy, counts the votes se- cretly. On a designated day the five best in each category are announced with much fanfare on a special Ty show. The next step is another vote to determine which of the nominated in every division is the best, and will be announced at the Pantages Theatre and on the big Oscar TV show. Who do you think votes in these finals for Hollywood’s greatest awards? The members of the Academy of Motion Pic- ture Arts and Sciences. I repeat, only ae 1X- teen hundred people (membership usually rises 100 a year now) decide and control the Motion Picture Industry awards. The Academy, through its Board of Governors, say even they don’t know the winners until the sealed envelopes are opened. T’ve been told by an Academy official they not only don’t know, but don’t want to know the winners in advance. After the ballots have been mailed to Price, Waterhouse, they are entrusted to a Wil- liam Miller. Mr. Miller, on the Oscar night, hands a sealed envelope to a chosen celebrity, who opens the envelope, takes out a slip of paper, and announces the winner. It’s quite a show. ~ These final ballots, ’ve been nfoumed by the same Academy official, are never seen by the Academy. The ballots are. de- stroyed or put back into the vault for a specified length of time. The Academy never checks on the count, and what's more doesn’t know who finished second or third. Too bad because there’s plenty of glory in finishing second in the Academy Awards. Academy members vote in the finals. thirty minutes. Someone commented, “Greer’s speech was longer than her part in Mrs. Miniver.” Only two Oscar winners kidded the thanking-everyone routine. Fredric March accepting the Oscar for his _per- formance in Dr. Jekyll And Mr. Hyde, shouted to Wally Westmore, make-up man: “Hey, Wally—come and get it.’ Another event: Donald Ogden Stewart listened to how everyone but the winner was re- sponsible. When Stewart was summoned to accept the Oscar for the best screenplay, The Philadelphia Story, his speech was brief and pointed: “There has been so much niceness here tonight that I am responsible for he AGE ‘of | he : play of The Philadelphia Story. Aig The "Emergency Oscar” About Fredric March, I should ies you the make-up man didn’t claim it. But an odd thing happened. It was the only year (1932) there was ever a tie vote. I can’t explain how it happened, but March and Wallace Berry got the same number of votes for male honors. A messenger rushed an “emergency Oscar” to the ban- quet room in time. March, in his accept- ance speech, told that by coincidence his family and the Beery family each had adopted a child. “Which makes it seem a little odd,” said March exuberantly, “that Beery and I were given awards for the best male performances of the year.” During the 1943 ceremonies, Irving Berlin was. asked to present the Oscar for the best song. Mr. Miller handed Berlin the sealed envelope. Irving opened it and announced: “Winner—Irving Berlin for “White Christmas’!” Then he did a dou- ble take. There are other thrills Ill never forget: Gary Cooper winning for his portrayal of Sergeant York, hero of World War I, and having the Oscar presented to him by Lieutenant Jimmy Stewart, in the uniform of World War II. Grand man Walter Huston receiving the Oscar for his performance in The Treasure Of The Sierra Madre, soon after son John Huston had received Oscars for directing and writing it. Walter stood on the stage of the Academy Award Thea- tre and said: “Many, many years ago I raised a son. I said to him, if you ever be- come a writer or director, ,please find a good part for your old man.’ Joan Crawford used to keep Oscar on the coffee table in the bar of her house “be- cause that’s where most people congregate.” Marlon Brando keeps his Oscar on the mantelpiece beneath a portrait in oils of his late mother. William Holden keeps his Oscar in his dressing room at the studio. here,” said Bill, “where I do my business and won it.” The Oscar jinx Every year a number of people write an article called “Is Winning The Oscar A Jinx?” They always mention Luise Rainer. Luise won it two years in a row; then couldn’t get job. There are other per- formers in this category: Katina Paxinou, Paul Lukas and even Mercedes McCam- bridge. Walt Disney who won his first statuette in 1932 for creating Mickey Mouse, could slaughter the legend of the Oscar jinx. You and I should do as well as Walt has done | since then. Disney owns more Oscars than any individual; in fact, he has more Oscars than the total number won by some major studios. Oscar touches and affects all who have contact with him, regardless of how wise -and hardboiled they might be. Humphrey Bogart wrote an article, “The Oscar Myth,” ‘Tt belongs” in which he panned the Academy and | Osear. Bogey claimed no one could pick the best actor of the year. The only way it could be done, insisted Bogey, would be for every actor to play the same scene for the same director. About a year later, Bogart found himself on the stage of the Pantages Theatre, ac- cepting the Award for his gin-soaked bum | in African Queen. Many in the audience were anxious about his acceptance speech. Bogart fondled Oscar and then said: “I | want to pay a slight—a big tribute to John | Huston and Katharine Hepburn. They | helped me to be where I am. Now, thank you very much.” dignified—even Bogart. Oscar makes everyone | END |

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SUGGES FEMww GUE WUEUGiG (Continued from page 45) was silent as they caught their breaths. Together they looked down on the wide sweep of the city stretched below. It was a good day. The sun was high and warm. Off in the distant sky a com- pany.:of clouds had gotten together in whipped-cream formation. “What’s the very first thing you re- member?” Venetia asked. Russ thought for a moment, his face screwed up, as his mind reached back. “T think the first thing I can recall is running away from day nursery school. Yeah, that’s it. Running away.” Russ settled back against a tree trunk and looked at the sky again. “I must have been about five. My par- ents were having it tough, financially. Dad was tending a hot dog stand and Mom was playing piano in a small restaurant. “for lunch at the nursery we got liver every day. I hated it. I can remember stuffing it down a hole in the school dining room where we ate. One day the teacher caught me in the act and scolded me. “I was hurt. No one had ever talked sharply to me before. I had the idea that my father could help me so I set out to find him, through a hole in the yard fence. It seemed to me at the time that Dad worked only a block from the school’ Actually, it was miles. “Well, my feet got tired and I sat down on a curbstone and took my old cowboy hat off. I loved that hat. The next thing I know I see these big black shoes with - feet in them on the sidewalk next to me. “T looked at the shoes and then looked up the legs to a policeman. From that an- gle I thought he was a giant. I got scared and began to cry for my mother. The cop picked me up. The next thing I remember is being in the police station stuffing my- self with an ice-cream cone. Then the teacher from the school came to take me back. She was so happy to find me she started to cry herself. Then I started to cry again and dropped the ice cream on her dress. ~ Yankee Doole Tamblyn “When I was in fifth grade, during the war, I was nine. The school wanted to put on a show to encourage the sale of gov- ernment bonds and my class was picked. The teacher asked for volunteers to sing and dance. I wasn’t the shy type, so I took one step forward. They dressed me in an Uncle Sam’s costume. Well, as each kid came out to perform I could hardly wait for my turn. “Then the curtains closed and people started to leave. Heck, the ham in me couldn’t take that. I ran up on the stage and began bellowing ‘I’m a Yankee Doole Dannnnnnndeeeeeee!’ and danced!” Russ was laughing. “But a lot of people applauded. I don’t know why, I didn’t know what I was doing. “Tm not sure but I think I was doing it to show off in front of a girl. I had a heart- shaking crush on her. To me she was the most beautiful thing on earth. Blonde curls, bright eyes, blue they were. She was in my room from third grade and I] worshiped her from afar, eating my heart out until one day in the sixth grade. “She handed me a note and then ran. I trembled as I unfolded the piece of paper. On it was written, ‘I love you.’ Until that moment there wasn’t anyone more love- | sick than I was. But then a strange thing happened. As soon as I read her note I didn’t like her any more. I don’t even ’re- member her name, but I’ll always remem- ber the awful chimes of unrequited love that went off in my head every time I Now! One dreamy cleansing floats away even long-stay makeup! Now Tussy Dreamy Cleanser lifts out pore-clogging dirt and makeup so fast—you'll think you’re dreaming! This fast, deep-reaching flowing Cleanser softens as it cleanses! Just one application— gets skin so much cleaner. Instantly loosens and floats away even stubborn new-formula lipstick and waterproof mascara. Here’s a softening, moisturizing velvet-feeling Cleanser— dreamy-soft on your skin! For a young, dewy-fresh and radiantly i] clean skin—cleanse with Tussy Dreamy Cleanser—tonight! } only $1.25 plus tax | Droany ee BV pécamy Cleanser | “= j & 83

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impulse I pulled it in. Well, I'm standing there holding this big heavy rock when Dad turns around and sees me. He said ‘Rusty! Drop that anchor!’ I got frightened and dropped it and it just about went through the bottom of the boat. “The water came in like little fountains through the holes and the bottom began to fill. Dad jumped up and tried to stop the flow. Warren tried to help him. I couldn't swim. Well, Dad was yelling at me and Warren was angry, too.” : Venetia was laughing heartily now. “Well, the next experience I had with | water was even worse. “It happened during the first night of my first play. I had joined a children’s Lit- tle Theatre group and Lloyd Bridges, a wonderful actor himself, was on the fac- | ulty. He cast me as a boy-poet in a play called The Stone Jungle. The action takes | place in a rock quarry where there’s sup- posed to be a deep pool. We just had a pail of water in the background and the stage lights reflecting on it gave the audi- ence the feeling a real pool was there. The villain, a tough boy, is supposed to push my head under water to annoy me. | “But when the time came he was so | wrapped up in his lines he held my head | in the pail of water too long. I thought | _ he’d never let me up. Finally he did. I was supposed to say something but I didn’t - know what I was doing. “The water was pouring out of my ears, | my eyes, my nose, my mouth and I . couldn’t see anything. I was choking for ! breath. A fellow actor, who came over to cue me, whispered loudly, ‘You’re over- | doing it, Rusty! After that I was almost | ready to quit acting. “It was funny, but that play got me my | The Green Hair.” My brother and | | eight pictures. Russ continued. “When people came to sour house they were always interested in |i Pichiires I was making. - }: “When I was sixteen I thought I was sitting on top of the world. I was doing all iright in school and working hard on my “eareer and I had just started to date. “But all this time something was hap- ‘pening right under my nose and I didn’t trealize it. Warren and I were growing Capart. “One night it hit me and I learned a les- sson in living. “Mom and Dad had invited a number of ‘friends over on a Sunday evening. And j|ithe first thing the visitors did was to shake then tell my parents, ‘Gosh, you must be zerribly proud of Russ.’ One after another. :No one said a word about Warren. “I don’t know why, but I looked over "| n the corner of the room and saw him standing there as though he had been el- z\;20wed out of the house. He was trying to jsmile and be happy, but I knew him too givell. Inside he was so miserable I thought j§, could hear his heart cracking. s} ‘In a split second everything became j lear to me. I understood what my -suc- €sS was doing to us. I didn’t know what 4) 2 say, so I kept quiet. "} “Then I saw Warren go up the stairs to jis room. |, “And I felt so bad I wanted to bawl. 1 “I followed him up. When he saw me ome into the room his face lit up. Some- ow, because that’s the kind of a guy he ‘|, he knew just why I was there. He didn’t ‘t me say anything. Instead, he just put ft Russ, sometimes too modest, didn’t men- | tion to Venetia that the moviemakers | | for the next few years kept him busy in | | first part in a movie. Mr. Bridges recom- | - mended me for a part in The Boy With “I guess, for a kid, I was successful,” thands with me, pay me a lot of compli- | mments on what a good actor I was and | | | | | | FORMAID NS BCG she’s in love... with a bra Formaid calls it My Beloved, for obvious reasons. It’s the bra women keep failmg in love with. \Iy Beloved will do exciting things for your figure . . . give you the high and rounded fullness every woman desires. The secret’s in the three-part cup. masterfully cut to hold its shape forever, even after many tubbings. See the clever satin panels uniquely stitched to hold you ... and never let you go. You must try it on, only then.will you ‘know why Formaid is getting love letters. #314 In daisy 4G white or blush pink cotton with satin trim. 32-42. A, B& € $2 AY BETTER STORES OR WRITE 690 HARRISON AVENUE, BOSTON, MASSACHUSETTS 4 85

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his hand on my shoulder and said: “Russ, there’s no one in the world who wants success for you more than I do. But I was afraid we couldn’t be brothers anymore. That’s what hurt. Now I can see that isn’t going to happen. Let’s go back downstairs together.’ “That was the last we ever said about Thin” Venetia squeezed Russ’ hand and her face showed that she had understood. “Tt was a good thing for you to do, Russ,” she s.id. ‘ Russ gazed out at the blue sky. “Mom and Dad knew what was happening, but, as always, they let us work it out for our- selves.” Warren is now a missionary for the Mor- mon Church in Germany. Russ shook his head slowly, and sighed a young man’s sigh. He turned to Venetia. - “And I almost made another mistake the first time I saw you. I said to myself, now there is a beautiful girl, but not my type. “You were so quiet. I was strictly the laugh-it-up character. I was strictly for fun and you looked too serious for me. I must have been blind. Then I found my- self thinking about you when I was alone. It was the first time in my life that I had actually thought about a girl. “And the more I thought about you the more I discovered that I liked you, even if you weren’t the life of the party. Not to mention discoveries I made about myself. “Tt took time but I’ve finally learned that you don’t have to be loud to be happy. And I began to think about the future and all the things that man must do. And without even being aware of it I calmed down. I guess, in spite of all the noise, honey, the old Russ was a lonely Russ.” Venetia didn’t say anything. She just sat there and poked at the ground with a little twig. Waddles, the wicked “Say, I forgot to tell you about Waddles, my diving duck,” said Russ. “I won him as a prize, at an Easter raffle. I fussed so much over that fowl you’d of thought I’d hatched him. And I trained him to jump off a board into a large pud- dle. Only had one big trouble with him. For some reason he didn’t like my grand- mother who was living with us then. And she loved him. “She’d go out to feed him in the morn- ing and for no reason at all Waddles would attack her and peck at her legs. But Grandma never gave up trying to make friends with him. “And you’ve never seen anything so funny as Grandma out there in the back- yard with a big board fighting off Waddles while she tried to feed him. Too bad, too; Grandma was the nicest old lady a duck could ever meet.” “What ever happened to Waddles?” Venetia asked. Russ smiled. “Oh, he just got to be four years old and died. We buried him in the backyard and Grandma cried a little. She still loved that duck. “Well, with Waddles gone I got inter- ested in magic. I spent all my money at a trick shop and most of my time practicing. “T used to put on shows for the neigh- borhood. I charged admission at first but when the show was free I got a bigger audience. “The last show I gave I demonstrated my newest trick. When performed prop- erly, the audience thought you had cut completely through the finger of the victim. “Tt was called the finger guillotine. It had a fake blade, which wasn’t sharp, really, and I figured I knew how to do the trick pretty well. ; “TI called one of the kids out of the audi- ence and told him to put his finger in the gadget. He was very willing. Poor guy; if he only knew what was going to happen. “So I make a big show of how I’m go- ing to pass the’ blade through his finger without his feeling it. “Then with complete confidence I give the little guillotine a solid whopping. “The kid jumps straight up in the air, shrieking in pain. I had goofed somehow. But instead of stopping, I said, “That’s okay, that’s okay, put your hand down.’ Then I hit the guillotine again thinking it would work this time. It didn’t. “Well, this time the kid started holler- ing for his mother and frankly I didn’t NATALIE’S PICK UP Soup on the Rocks keeps her feeling fit ™ This brand-new fashion in an “Old Fashioned” glass is just the sort of pick up pretty Natalie Wood would pick. It’s Soup on the Rocks, which means chilled bouillon poured over ice cubes, with or without a twist of lemon peel. “TI discovered Soup on the Rocks when we were filming The Searchers,” says Natalie. “It was like finding an oasis in the desert—so refreshing and stimulating. And, knock on wood,” she says, patting her nice, flat tummy, “no calories.” Natalie says she was born lucky be- cause most of the foods she likes are the ones that are good for her. “Take this,” she said. “I work under hot lights all the time and I need to re- place lost salt. Soup on the Rocks does that for me, too. Besides it’s such a pretty substitute for the usual Old Fashioned. I serve it at parties, now, and more of my guests reach for it.” that old-married couple debbie and eddie will be medern screen's cover stars on the may issue at your newsstands april 5 blame him. We finally got the thing off his finger. It had swollen to twice its size and he kept it bandaged for a week after. “T tried to regain my lost prestige as a young Houdini with the golf ball trick. “This one gave the audience the illusion that I was putting a golf ball into my ear and making it come out of my mouth. I did it very well, too. So well, that I said to the kids, ‘Does anyone here know how I do that trick?’ “Sure enough one guy in the front row hollers out, ‘Of course, ya yot a hole in your head!’ “That show ended my career as a magician.” Venetia was laughing again. “It isn’t fair. Boys always have more fun as boys, than girls do as girls.” Russ chuckled. “Man, it wasn’t fun then. | I figured I was a complete failure at twelve. Then I got into acting and well— you know the rest, honey.” Venetia made more marks in the soft earth with the twig. Russ stared out at the big, sprawling city of Los Angeles. “You know, honey, remembering like | that made me feel happy and sad at the | same time. I wonder why.” Venetia was resting her head on drawn- up knees. “T think I know why, Russ,” she said. “When you’re older the memories of your childhood are always kind of nostalgic. There are moments you'll remember, with love, all the rest of your life.” Russ put his arm around Venetia’s shoulders and gave her a quick hug. “Okay, Miss Know-It-All,” he grinned, “now tell me why I felt happy, too.” Venetia gave him a big smile. “That’s| easy. You’re happy because all the good things are going to continue. That is, if I can make them.” Russ shook his head in admiration at his bride-to-be’s insight. “Women sure know all about men, don’t they?” “No,” answered Venetia, “but I think every woman knows all about the man she loves.” Russ kissed her lightly on the ear and stood up. “Okay, Smartie, we have to get | back. Mom’s having an early dinner for us | and there’s a letter at home from Warren. | We'll have to walk fast.” The sun had lowered off to the west and | the company of clouds had dispersed to | re-form for another look at the world | somewhere beyond the horizon. Russ helped Venetia to her feet. As he} did he saw what she had marked with the }} twig. “Venetia Loves Russ.” “And that’s why I’m happy,” said Vene- tia. Then the two of them walked down h the hill. END

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always a date (Continued from page 60) trip to Okla- homa or Texas. Lori is not one to blow her own horn, and if her grandmother has been doing it for her, so much the better. For Lori’s career has needed some touting. If people riding the Sante Fe have asked, “Who is Lori Nelson?” so have people in Hollywood. Everybody in town has heard or read her name, for Lori is everybody’s friend. Friend to the late Suzan Ball, friend to Ann Blyth, and the confidante of Debbie Reynolds. Furthermore, there is hardly a bachelor or ex-bachelor among the younger set who has not dated Lori. Rock Hudson, Tab Hunter, Dick Long, Bob Wagner, Jimmy Dean, Hugh O’Brian, Bob Francis, Race Gentry, all of them have happily squired Lori at one time or another. Whenever there has been a gala affair in Hollywood, a premiere or a party, Lori has been there. She has led, for five years, the glamorous kind of life for which most girls her age would sacrifice their happy homes, jobs and boy friends. It all sounds like an enviable position, and it is, except for one thing. Lori is an actress in her own right, and in becoming known as Hollywood’s sweetheart she has almost been swallowed up as such, At twenty-two she has fifteen years of hard work behind her, including sixteen pic- tures in the last five years, yet even citi- zens of Hollywood have asked who is Lori? Hollywood wouldn’t know, because Holly- _ wood doesn’t usually see the kind of movies | | ‘ I in which Lori has been featured er starred. They have been, with few exceptions, the kind of low-budget movies which play mostly to small towns, and Hollywood moviegoers confine their interest almost | soley to big, super-colossal, expensive ones. Conversely, it is this fact which is help- ing Lori emerge from the anonymity of B movies. Louella Parsons reported in the , January issue of Moprrn Screen her aston- ishment at the fact that in her own mail, | It was not Marilyn Monroe or Debbie Rey- : nolds who was most often mentioned, but ‘Lori Nelson. And Lori herself has been _ Surprised at the gradual recognition. She can walk through the streets of Beverly Hills without being recognized, yet last / summer when she drove with her parents _in their jeep through the Southwest on va- ; cation, comfortable in blue jeans and no make-up, she went into a small store in |, Douglas, Arizona (pop. 9000) and was hailed as a celebrity. They knew her in Douglas because they had seen her in a Ma and Pa Kettle picture, or a Francis-the- j mule epic, but unless the town books big- | ger pictures in the future they are going |to miss her in Douglas, for Lori’s career has at lone last taken an upturn swing. 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Rock Hudson still teases her about the braces she wore on her teeth when she first went with the studio. She kept saying to herself, “What am I doing here?” What she was doing, aside from improv- ing her abilities, was charming everybody head over heels. While she kept her high school friends from nearby Encino, she gradually became popular with the young Hollywood crowd. She went out with Hud- son and Hunter and Dean and stepped quietly aside when they were rushed by fans. “Tt’s hard to explain,” she says. “It isn’t that I wanted all that for myself. It would be pleasing to the ego and very nice, I sup- pose, but if the day ever comes when I have to pull a hat over my eyes to go out of the house, Ill regret the whole thing. It’s just that—well, I like to be treated as a human being, to be accorded the dignity which one person owes another. And sometimes it’s been a little difficult not to resent being trampled in the crowd.” “Who's your friend?" As an example, there was the time she was asked to go to Florida and plug RKO’s picture Underwater, in which Lori ap- peared with Jane Russell. She was to spend a few days in Miami and appear there on Steve Allen’s tv show. Lori thought she might take in New York while she was east, and inasmuch as Debbie Rey- nolds had been suggesting they should see New York together some time, Lori asked Debbie to go with her. No actress with a thought in the world for her career would ask Debbie Reynolds to accompany her on a tour that was intended to further her own popularity. Everybody knew Debbie and only a handful ever heard of Lori. But Lori is not that kind of career-minded girl, and she asked Debbie out of friendship. The inevitable happened. Wherever they appeared Debbie was mobbed and had a hard time trying to pull her friend into the spotlight with her. Plans for the tv show got mangled back and forth, canceled and reset so many times that by the time the girls arrived at the scene, no one on the show remembered that Lori was supposed to be the guest that day. Word got around that Debbie was there, and somebody grabbed Miss Reynolds and pulled her toward Steve Allen. Debbie in turn grabbed Lori’s hand, and so they went through the crush to the cameras. Steve Allen had announced that Debbie would appear, and as the two girls hove into view he said, “I see we have another lovely young lady with us. Who’s your friend, Debbie?” y There it was again. “Who is your friend?” It was difficult to take; it was Lori’s picture and it was to have been Lori’s tv show, and she had been so completely ignored that she wished she were some place else, anywhere where she wouldn’t have to bear the flush she felt mounting in her cheeks. Lori was born in Santa Fe, New Mexico, the only child of Loree and Robert Nelson, and named Dixie Kay. When she was five PHOTOGRAPHER'S CREDITS The photographs appearing in this issue are credited below, page by page: 11—Bert Parry; 12—Parry, Globe, London Ex- press, Wide World; 13—-INP, Globe, Parry; 14—Warners; 15, 16, 17—-Bob Beerman; 18— Globe, London Express; 37—-INP; 38—Paris- Match; 39—Topix; 40—-INP, Wide World; 41 —INP, United Press; 42—INP; 43—Paris- Match, Rapho-Guillumette, Associated Press, Wide World; 44—MGM; 45— Beerman; 48— John Engstead; 49—MGM; 52, 53—Beerman; 55—MGM (Apger); 56—London Express, Emilio Ronchini; 57, 58—Ronchini; 60—Albin, Beerman; 61—Beerman, Parry, Globe; 66, 67 —Jacques Lowe. they moved to California and because of her father’s work as a camera technician, | moved to a succession of new localities, de- | pending on which studio supplied their in- | come. Eventually they landed in the San Fernando Valley, where Robert Nelson went to work at Republic Studio. (He is now head of their camera machine shop.) Even such a short time ago, the Valley was real country as compared with Hollywood, and Lori took every advantage of the fact. She was a born tomboy, and played with girls only when no boys were available. Today her appearance belies this violent childhood. It gets Lori’s goat, too. Within the last year she has tested for two tomboy roles and both times was turned down. “It’s ridiculous—you’re not the type. You wouldn’t be believable.” If they followed her around, they’d know better. Her role in Underwater didn’t call for any fish-type athletics, yet after the day’s shooting was over Lori would cor- ral the swimmers in the picture and get them to teach her the technique of diving and swimming with aqualung equipment. When she made Revenge Of The Creature on location in Florida she did something that would have given strokes to her parents had they known it. There is a tank A promoter at Roseland told of catching an octopus and trying to teach it to talk. ‘Listen, you,” he said to the octopus, “if you learn to talk, you can make money hand over fist over hand over fist over hand over fist, etc., etc." Leonard Lyons in «" The New York Post there in Marineland filled with the dead- liest of poisonous fish—Moray eels, sting rays, barracudas, that sort of enchanting creature. And one fine day, after doing her own aqualunging for the picture, Lori decided it would be fun to go into the tank with these monsters—and did. “Tt wasn’t dangerous,” she smiles. feed them every hour.” She never tells her parents about things like this until she’s already done them, and if she did, there wouldn’t be much they could do to stop her. Mr. and Mrs. Nelson never went overboard about the idea of Lori in show business in the first place. It started when she was seven and got involved in a community playhouse kind of thing, and was given a role in a play titled, appropri- ately, Hollywood Fever. A scout saw Lori’s performance and wanted her for the role of Cassandra as a child in Kings Row. The small Dixie Kay was in a spin of de- light, and her parents were still backing and filling about the definite offer from the studio when the child developed a strep throat. Eventually the germ entered her blood stream and she nearly died. Afterward she developed rheumatic fever, and Kings Row went by the board. Once recovered, Lori hitched her wagon to a star again. She took dancing lesons, and taught swimming to the children in | a nursery school in order to earn money for dramatic lessons. Nothing happened in the way of work, however, for Lori was at an age that fills few roles. In Canoga Park | High School she took dramatics, appeared | in school plays, and on the side began do- | ing photographic modeling. In this way she came to the attention of agent Milo Frank, } who wanted to sign her as a client. Mr. and Mrs. Nelson refused. “We want her | to finish high school, and besides, she’s modeling now, and that’s enough.” Finally one day he called to say there was a specific part for Lori in a Columbia picture and he had an appointment the next day to introduce her. Between the pleading of the agent and the actress the “They

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parents finally gave their consent, but the next morning Frank called to say that his contact had landed in the hospital during the night with an emergency appendec- tomy. “But,’ he said, unwilling to wait until the Nelsons’ minds had set again, “please let me take her over to Universal today © and introduce her to the casting director.” Rufus LeMayer at U-I was impressed, took Lori to the studio’s drama coach Sophie Rosenstein. Sophie was even more impressed, and Lori began working after school and on Saturdays with other young hopefuls. Then came the day when the studio brass visited the talent department to hold auditions. That night Sophie phoned Lori, sotto voce. “I shouldn’t do this,” she said, “but I thought you’d like to know that I’m sure you're in.” And the next day they signed Lori to a contract, and changed her name to Dorothy. Every time thereafter that someone called Dorothy, Miss Nelson didn’t turn around. When it finally sank in she was horrified. ‘I’m not a Dorothy,” she announced, and submitted some family names. From her mother’s name, Loree, and her grandmother’s name, Laura, the studio coined Lori. Each year after that, at option time, she fretted for fear she would be dropped from the roster, and her co-workers, smiling at the kid in braces, tried to console her. The option was always picked up, and at the end of the third year she was given a solid seven-year contract. And suddenly, when she was about nine- teen, the pendulum swung the other way. She had grown up enough to be accepted as something other than a little sister, and she became the most popular member of the younger set. Soon the press was call- | ing her for information about her friends. What did she think of Rock Hudson as a date? How about Ann Blyth? Was it true that Eddie Fisher showed her the engage- ment ring before he sprang it on Debbie? Did she and Tab Hunter have anything in common other than their interest in horses? Lori was happy to help, and it occurred only to her subconscious that it would be kind of nice if somebody called up to find out about her. Mr. and Mrs. Nelson understood her po- sition and gave her confidence through their pride. “Lori,’ Robert Nelson once said, “could be the best actress in town—if they’d let her.” And his daughter flustered, “Oh, Daddy, please! I’m still learning!” In this past year her career has begun to snowball and her future seems set. By now, she can enjoy without reservations the glamorous life she leads. She and her parents live in a new house in North Hollywood, the kind of house they always wanted, Early American with ceiling beams and pegged floors and warm, comfortable furnishings. She pays recom and board and her own expenses and packs the rest away. And when people ask why she doesn’t strike out for herself and get her own apartment, she looks surprised and says, “I’m fine at home. I’m happy there. Why should I leave?” Always a bridesmaid As-her agent she has the bright young Dick Clayton, whom she also dates. “He’s my best friend—like a big brother.” She keeps as her friends all the gang she “started with—Julie Adams and Barbara Rush, besides Ann and Debbie, and con- tinues to date the town’s most eligible bachelors. She admits she’s married off a few—Rock and Bob Preble and Dick Long, who married her close friend Suzan Ball, as well as a few lesser known lights. And, tragically, within six months, death took four of her closest friends. First, Bob Francis, whom she had dated quite con- sistently, then Suzan, and a few months later Jimmy Dean. And on Christmas day, a boy to whom she had been engaged in school and who was still very dear to both Lori and her parents, was killed in an automobile accident. On the brighter side, Lori makes new friends wherever she goes, and her travels to date have taken her to five studios. The latest, at Paramount, with Martin and Lewis, is naturally hilarious. The boys have uncovered Dixie Kay, and for Christ- mas gave her a gold cigarette case on which her real name is engraved. Name- conscious, Jerry won’t let her live down Dixie Kay, or the fact she has dated Tab, Rock and Race, the kind of names that have become Hollywood’s latest fun fad. One day a note from Jerry was delivered to her dressing room. It read: “You, Dixie Kay, are a fine, smart girl. Why is it you insist on going out with men who have names like Tab, Lab, Gab, Lard, Gard, Pard and Marvin?” You might say that Lori is having a ball. It is important to her, this business of acting, and she has no thought of get- ting married in the next few years. “I hope that when the time comes that I do want to marry, I'll have sense enough to treat my marriage as the career, and my career as a hobby. If that is impossible and I have to give up my work, I don’t think it will kill me.” Proud as they are of her talent, her par- ents will be delighted if Lori ever puts a stop to her career. They think she works too hard and are perpetually concerned that the strain will be too much for her. They ask periodically if she would like to quit, but the question falls on deaf ears. Lori Nelson is Somebody now. END (atigura Available io in Canada ( uticu ra See Gloriously Soft Skin in 7 days::: Skin He’ll Rave About Something thrilling happens when you start using Cuticura Soap and Ointment. In just 7 days your skin begins to look soft, fresh, radiant. 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Ostensibly His Serene Highness was here for a medical check-up at Johns Hopkins. But ignoring this usual official camouflage, I asked about his plans. “Christmas week,” he said, “I’m planning to spend in Hollywood. id Mrs. Millicent Hearst, who was with us, told him, “You must go to San Simeon. I'll telephone my son David to look you up. We have a private zoo there such as you have at the Palace. You’d like to see it.” The Prince, as always, was charming. “That would be wonderful, wonderful.” “What a pity,” I was going to say, but didn’t, “that Grace Kelly, whom you met briefly last spring, will not be there.” For I had just had a wire from Grace saying she planned to fly home in time for the holidays. “Tell me,” I said instead, ing for a wife?” He smiled, with the extraordinary shy- ness that is part of his charm. That and his great humor. “No, not necessarily. You think I should marry?” “For your principality you should,” I said. “No doubt about it!” “are you look- Her secret Grace All of us are two people; that person the world sees and that secret self who, remembering all the emotions that have patterned our lifetime, dictates how we will think, act and react. I’ve always felt that Grace’s secret self required her to compensate for whatever social importance the healthy, happy, self- made Kelly clan lacked with Philadelphia’s Main Line. Today, of course, any preju- dice a mossback society might entertain about first-generation money wouldn’t disturb Grace in the least. She would even be quietly amused by it. But it’s when we're young, supersensitive and vulner- able that we acquire our emotional scars. And when anyone applies herself to get- ting ahead, as Grace has done, she’s com- pensating for something even if she’s not conscious of it. In an incredibly short time Grace has found Hollywood stardom and won an Oscar. To the envy of the more obvious femme fatales she has captured the ro- mantic fancy of the world’s most eligible men and, in the end, held their devoted friendship. She has, contrary to movie cus- tom, established her home in New York where she can enjoy a wider choice of friends and society. The most famous couturiers ache to dress her, because— more than anyone else on the contempo- rary scene, she exemplifies a beautifully simple and correct look; her spic and span white gloves having come to be so much a part of her that you almost picture her arriving in this world wearing a tiny pair. And now she’s going to marry one of the two royal bachelors left in this world— the other being a Belgian Prince (who has just announced his engagement, too). And she’s going to enjoy the highest social position. I keep remembering Grace last spring when we were in southern France to- gether. She was chaperoned by the Count- ess de Seggonsac. You don’t catch this _to Jean-Pierre Aumont. young lady traveling alone, leaving her- self open to gossip and column items. Among many of her other pleasant qual- ities she is smart. I asked her to a small dinner party I gave at the Carlton, which was her hotel. I still can see her arriving, breathtakingly beau- tiful in her short, simple black satin dress. Her only adornment was a little string of seed pearls and a narrow, black, elephant- hair ring. No other jewels. I placed her next to Jean-Pierre Aumont at the table. Need I go on? “Elsa,” he said, “she’s the loveliest thing I’ve ever seen!” For the first time since the death of his wife, Maria Montez, four years ago, he was smitten. She meets the Prince 2 The day following my dinner Pierre Gal- lant, an editor of Paris-Match and the hus- band of Olivia De Havilland, drove Grace to Monaco to meet Prince Rainier, go through the Palace, and be photographed for a picture layout. They both told me about their visit with the Prince a few days later at my farm at Auribeau, high in the ancient hills behind Nice. Among others at luncheon that day were Gene Kelly and his wife Betsy Blair and Marcel Pagnol, author of the stories upon which the musical Fanny is based. I can still see Grace getting out of Jean- Pierre’s car, wearing a tweed skirt and a crisp white shirt, her usually smooth gold hair flying. I like it better that way. Before lunch Grace and I went on a tour of my farm. There’s nothing more en- dearing, of course, than for someone to love a place you love. And Grace adored the farm. “Chickens and pigs,’ she exclaimed. “A huge vegetable garden! Fruit trees! I envy you, Elsa.” She need envy me no more, for I’m cer- tain she will turn the palace farm and gardens into a modern Eden. She stopped for a long time at a won- derful old tree that bears the most beau- tiful white roses, a rarity in France. White roses, I learned, are her favorites. And if my old rose tree can be transplanted she will have it for a wedding present, to grow beneath her palace window. We lunched that day in the garden. Grace was not at my table but I saw her helped twice to the lamb curry, in spite of all the calories lurking in the sauce and rice, pineapple, coconut and chutney. “French food,” she said to me. “It’s so divinely wonderful.” “And French beaux?” She laughed. “The same.” She was referring at the moment only Had he not be- gun his siege to her heart and had she not been responsive it could well be that her romance with Prince Rainier would have begun then, seven months earlier. That her image remained with the Prince there seems no doubt. And Father “Tuck” I think, sensed this. Just this last week when Grace and I were laughing about her earlier meeting with the Prince she said, “I hadn't the slightest idea then what was going to hap- pen. Not the slightest!” However, she brought one vivid impres- | sion away from her Monacan visit—the | way Prince Rainier’s tiger embraced him. For she mentioned it several times. At my table at lunch that day we began | to gossip and laugh. Grace, I noticed, kept leaning further and further in our direc- tion. At last, frankly unable to endure her curiosity another minute, she demanded, “What are you all laughing and talking about?” “We're being naughty, quite naughty,” I admitted. “Can’t I come over and be naughty with OF

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you?” she asked. “I love to hear stories about all the exciting people you all know.” In her quiet way, you see, she’s very honest and direct. “Your future father-in-law” Since, following her engagement, I had not returned to New York in time to see her I telephoned her in California. “I saw your future father-in-law in Florida,” I told her. “And tomorrow he is coming to tea with me.” “What is he like?” she wanted to know. “Tell me all about him. What does he think of all this?” “He’s very pleased! Very! I gave you a great boost, darling. I told him of all the wonderful, refreshing qualities you'll bring to the ancient house of Grimaldi. “You'll like your father-in-law,” I went on. “He’s a man of great culture.” “T can’t wait to meet him.” “You know, of course,” I told her, “that you're the envy of several Princesses— whose names I won’t mention—who would have been only too happy to marry Prince Rainier. You’re going to have quite a job to do.” As I said that I was thinking of many things. Of all the royal and diplomatic circles, some tinged with envy, in which she will have to make her way. Of Mona- co’s gloomy 200-room palace of yellow stone with its castellated walls, its cobbled courtyards with guarded sentry boxes and a walled road leading up to it. For too long—ever since 1930 when Prince Rainier’s mother, Princess Charlotte, went to Italy where later she was divorced from Count de Polignac by her father’s royal decree and where she renounced her rights to the throne in favor of her son—there has been no Princess to look after things. I do not doubt Grace will turn the old palace into a thing of beauty, and institute a social calendar, something Prince Rainier, beset by the scandals of his family and lacking a Princess, never has worried about. Actually the Prince is a very simple and democratic young man, far more like a young businessman or executive than anything else—quite as democratic, in fact, as the Kellys themselves. | Cupid Number Two Everywhere, the romance of Grace and Prince Rainier is being compared to “Cin- -derella.” Unjustly, I think. It’s so much ‘more fascinating. Among other things it’s a love story with two Cupids. Pierre Gal- lant of Match must be accredited Cupid Number One. I name Father “Tuck” Cupid Number Two. | It is five years ago now that Father “Tuck,” sixty-seven years old, originally | from Delaware, who has become a good | friend as well as royal chaplain to Prince | Rainier, arrived in Monaco, appointed by the Vatican. Things there have changed since he came. His church, St. Charles, no longer has privileged pews with brass name plates on them. “All the pews in my church | are for whoever wishes to pray,” he long ago announced. Long ago, too, he abolished | first, second and third class weddings and funerals. There’s now one service for | everyone who marries and one service for | everyone who dies. The Palace chapel is | again in use. And the Prince’s six-year romance with French actress Gisele Pascal j was finally ended. Gisele, it was gener- | ally understood, could not bear children. ( As the story goes Father “Tuck” after | meeting Gisele said, “She is lovely, lovely! }.[ could go for her myself!” : “But you are a Priest!” Prince Rainier ‘orotested. “And you,” said Father “Tuck” looking dis Serene Highness coldly in the eye, “are 1 Prince!” ‘S” Guaranteed by d Housekeeping ) 002 back.69¢and98¢.Atall druggists. GetCLEARASIL Goo! S27, ‘Whod Leleove / was ever embarrassed by PIMPLES /” New! Clearasil Medication # STARVES 9 PIMPLES SKIN-COLORED HIDES PIMPLES WHILE IT WORKS Doctors’ clinical tests prove this new-type medi- cation especially for pimples really works. In skin specialists’ tests on 202 patients, 9 out of every 10 cases were cleared up or definitely improved while using CLEARASIL. Amazing starving action. CLEARASIL actually Starves pimples because it helps remove the oils that pimples “feed” on. And CLEARASIL’s anti- septic action stops the growth of bacteria that can cause and spread pimples. Skin-colored to hide pimples and end embarrassment. Grease- less, stainless... pleasant to leave on day and night for uninterrupted medication. America’s largest-selling specific pimple medication...because CLEARASIL has helped so many boys, girls and adults. GUARANTEED to work for you as it did in doctors’ tests or money 45 aoreanste ES i today. (Available in Canada.) Whatever your mood, you'll find Modern Romances, NBC-TV’s popular show, has what you're looking for. Stories taken from Modern Romances magazine and brought to life right in your own home. True to life stories that take you to the depths and heights of life! Watch Modern Romances with Martha Scott as Story Editor every week—Monday through Friday. Check your newspaper for the time on your local NBC-TV channel. Martha Scott Modern Romances is sponsored by Ajax, Fab, Cashmere Bouquet and Halo. Manufactured by the Colgate Palmolive Company. 91

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Father “Tuck,” I think, encouraged Prince Rainier to visit the Kellys’ friends in Philadelphia. For here he would be sure to see Grace again. From the good Father’s point of view, of course, a more perfect wife than Grace Kelly could not be found. She’s the daughter of a vital Irish father and German mother. She was devoutly reared by the nuns at Rav- enhille Academy. She’s beautiful, with a golden income. (Not that Prince Rainier is any impoverished young man. His in- come of $125,000 a year is tax free.) More- over, Grace is quite capable of holding her own in court circles and leading the Prince to such diplomatic and social triumphs as he has lately neglected in his interests— after his official duties—of wild animal hunting, jazz and deep sea diving. Father “Tuck” knew, I’m sure, that there was a spark as far as the Prince was concerned. And if in his devotion to his Prince he did not see how Grace ever could resist him he’s to be excused— especially in the light of what’s happened. Hand-holders There isn’t the slightest doubt in the minds of those who’ve seen Grace and the Prince together that they are quite mad about each other. Their hands are rarely unclasped and they gaze at each other endlessly. But I wanted Grace to tell me how she felt. Over the phone when I said, “. . . and you adore your young Prince, do you?” Grace laughed softly. “To tell about it sounds so unbelievable,” she said. “I know there will be problems. But I want to marry him very much. And I’m going to try to be equal to all that I undertake.” “It’s a real historic role you’re to play, my girl!” I told her. “But I’m satisfied you will do it well, that you'll be a great credit to this country. For you take your Prince and his people many wonderful qualities.” “He has so much to give, too, Elsa, so very much!” she interrupted. Under the calm aegis of Her Seeend Highness Princess Grace, it may well be that the Grimaldi dynasty, founded back in the middle ages, will flourish anew. Always the Grimaldis have been color- ful people. It was in 1297 that Monaco, held by the Ghibellines, an Italian political party, was captured by the daring ruse of Frances Grimaldi, an enemy Guelph. He ap- proached the fortress in the guise of amonk and, failing to notice he wore shoes, which non-fighting monks did not, they let him enter. Drawing a sword from beneath his robe he slew the guards and called to his followers hiding in the underbrush. They took the fortress. And Francis became the first of the long line of Monaco princes. Later the Grimaldis, who were famous seamen, played an important role in French history. However they did not only fight France’s enemies. They also attacked any ships which promised a rich prize. Always in the beginning—whether it’s the beginning of a royal house like the Grimaldis or an American fortune estab- lished by first generation Irish-Americans like the Kellys—you find individuals of force, imagination and vitality. It will be fascinating to see what will happen now that the Kellys and the Grim- aldis are getting together. Plenty will happen. Including the most fabulous wed- ding ever given anywhere. END gregory peck (Continued from page 63) gay companion and friend so that when she became his wife, there wouldn’t be the sudden shock of a stranger in their house, whom they might suspect of taking their Daddy away from them. As a result of this wise pa- rental foresight, Veronique is not a new stepmother now, but a grownup playmate they know and love. I met Veronique for the first time on her first day in New York on her first visit to America. I have always felt that Greg was a close, personal friend of mine, but I was never so aware of it as the morning he called me and said, “I want you to meet Veronique.’ For to know Greg is to know that he shares his private life with no one, except those nearest and dearest to him, and he finds it difficult to discuss anything of a personal nature, even with them. “Veronique must be someone very sig- nificant in Greg’s life!” I reflected, as I waited for them in a secluded corner of the Cafe Pierre. It was Greg’s first visit back to the States in three years, but not my first glimpse of him in all that time. I had had a delightful reunion with him in London, during the Coronation, and two summers ago I had caught up with him again in Ireland, where I spent three weeks on location with the Moby Dick unit. I had heard rumors about a new ro- mance in Greg’s life—a young French girl, whom he met when she came to interview him in Paris, but Greg had made no men- tion of her to me, so I asked him no questions. No gestures or words were needed to sense the rapport between them. Instinc- tively, I knew that in this twenty-four- year-old (mature far beyond her years) half-French, half-Russian doll, with the tawny hair and violet eyes, Greg had found the perfect wife for him and the perfect companion for the three people who matter most in the world to him— his sons, eleven-year-old Jonathan, nine- year-old Stephen, and seven-year-old Carey Paul. But there was no mention of marriage that day, nor was there during any of our subsequent meetings a few weeks later in Hollywood—until one night, when we had had a family dinner in Greg’s Pacific Palisades home. When you marry Greg had barbecued the steaks, which we all attacked as enthusiastically as Carey Paul, who exclaimed, “Gee, Daddy, | 1? these are okey-dokey!” Veronique had made the salad, topped by her own very special French dressing and the boys’ con- tribution was the dessert—ice cream right out of the deep freeze. Then, we collapsed comfortably in front of an open fire, while Greg hauled out a projector and ran a | few Walt Disney cartoons for the children. An hour later, when they had scampered off to bed, with none of the usual fuss put up by most youngsters, and Greg had tucked them in and listened to their pray- ers, we settled down to a quiet night cap. It was then, that I turned to Greg and | 1 asked, “Will you please let me write the | first story when you and Veronique }' marry?” Greg squirmed uncomfortably as he al- ways does at the slightest mention of any- | thing personal, but he grinned back, “Tll let you write the first story after were married. be but I promise to wire you on our wedding day.” I can’t tell you when that will It began back in 1952 when Greg stopped | Yd off in Paris on his way to Rome, for his Roman Holiday with Audrey Hepburn.

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fait tee ee ee . Veronique, a reporter in the entertainment department of Paris Presse, the leading newspaper in France, had been assigned to interview Greg. A few months before, the mere thought of any personal contact with this famous star would have frozen her fingers to her typewriter keys. During her fledgling days as a cub reporter, her first assignment was to interview Sam Goldwyn. It was her first interview in English, and she was so panic-stricken that as she walked down the corridor to his hotel suite, she felt as if she were walking to the guillotine. Fortunately, Mrs. Goldwyn was present at the inter- view, and she speaks French fluently. Rec- ognizing Veronique as a beginner who was handicapped by hesitant English, Frances took over. “She saved my life!” Veronique con- fessed, as she recounted this incident to me over lunch one day. “By the time J sot around to interviewing Greg, I had had a backlog of experience and with all the confidence of my twenty-one years I no longer considered myself an amateur. I met Greg for dinner, accompanied by the head of Paramount’s Paris office, who had arranged the interview. I didn’t ask him many questions, but I remember making a mental note that here was one of the handsomest men I had ever seen, and one of the most unassuming, for an actor of world renown. But there was no question of love at first sight. I knew he was a married man, and the father of three children. And that was that. I never thought our paths would cross again, ex- cept under the same circumstances—a _famous American motion icture star . . . p . granting an interview to the foreign press.” “Had you ever been a fan of Greg’s be- fore you met him?” I wanted to know. “No, for the simple reason that I had never seen any of his pictures.” In an- swer to my startled look, Veronique quickly explained, “You see, all during the German occupation of France, we saw no American movies. After the war, we only got the very old ones. I can still re- member the first American film my father took me to see. It was Scarface, and it seemed very old-fashioned to me. I was still loyal to French films, and the same idols on whom all my classmates at Mary- mount Convent had childhood crushes, especially Danielle Darrieux and Jean Marais. But even more than French mov- ies, I loved the ballet, the opera and the Comedie Francais. I thought Louis Jouvet the greatest actor in the world and hoped some day I would meet him. I had that great privilege shortly before he died. But getting back to Greg—and a very nice man to get back to!—the next time our paths crossed was in Rome. I had been in- vited on a press junket to cover a French film being made on location there. It was my first visit to Italy, although part of my roots are there. My great-grandmother was born in Italy. I’m not all French, as most people assume, because I was born in Paris. Actually, ’m a hybrid. My mother was Russian, my father, French. My grand- father, Corsican. His mother, Italian. And I learned to speak English at Marymount from two nuns—one American, one Irish!” “Quite a contrast to Greg, who is as American as the Fourth of July for gener- ations back!” I reflected out loud. To my- self, I thought, “But Greg had an affinity for foreign places and people. 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You see, in France young girls of resvectable families never date boys, because they are never allowed out unchaperoned. I was tremendously shy as a teen ager—verhaps because I worshiped my mother. She was a journalist, and our home was always filled with gay, amusing people, with my mother always the gayest. One year, when I was fourteen, we went to Switzerland for the winter sports. It was Christmas Eve and I was invited to a dance. I had never | danced before, and I was so scared, I hid behind a curtain, praying that no one would see me. When my partner, who was all of eighteen, but seemed like an ‘old man’ to me, came to claim me, Mother gave me a gentle kick, and I knew there was no escape. Suddenly, I was on the ballroom floor—and then a miraculous thing happened. I was no longer shy. Ill never be the extrovert my mother is, but I’ve outgrown the timidity of my teen-age years.” “Greg is still tremendously shy, isn’t he?” I observed. “Yes, and I think it is one of his most endearing qualities. He’s so very rich in- side that he can well afford to be an intro- vert. He doesn’t have to rely on other people to entertain him. His travels abroad have developed his interest in art, music, literature and languages. He loves his ranch at Santa Inez, where he breeds cat- tle and farms acres of beautiful land, and where we spent our honeymoon. Jonathan, his eldest son, worked on the ranch all summer, and loves it as much as Greg, who tries to spend every week end there. We both love outdoor sports—horseback riding (in which all the boys are expert, too) and golf, but we also love to visit art galleries, go to concerts and films. But best of all, we prefer to stay home, listen- ing to Greg’s record collection, running movies, poring over scripts, discussing them far into the night. We never seem to run out of things to say to each other, and to me, this is such an important relation- ship between two people.” Lord and lady Veronique’s adult understanding of the responsibilities of marriage is typically European. In France, a husband is the lord and master, and his wife builds her whole world around him and their children. Veronique has no other interests except to make Greg happy. Her own promising ca- reer as a journalist means nothing to her. She has no wish to compete with him on any level, but like Maggie Shand in What Every Woman Knows, in her own quiet, unobtrusive way, she is the pillar of strength behind him. She doesn’t want to compete with Hollywood glamour girls, either, and it isn’t because she’s not beau- tiful according to Hollywood’s standards. She uses little make-up, except on her eyes, which are like deep pools of violet. Her hair, worn long and loose, is a lovely tawny shade, and her figure is the answer to a modern maiden’s prayer. She dresses with the exquisitely simple taste of the real French woman, who doesn’t patronize Dior and Desses, and all the popular cou- turiers “only for Americans.” She knows the inexpensive little French dressmaker, who once worked at all these famous es- tablishments, and can copy the same dress at half the price. Greg’s small fry call her Veronique, and treat her as one of the gang. Veronique has a nine-year-old brother of her own in Paris, so she knows how to handle little boys. Greg’s whole family loves her, too. His mother, divorced from his father, and now remarried and living in San Fran- cisco, had Veronique as her house guest when she visited San Francisco for the first time a few months ago. 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It had been a crowded day and night—the flight to San Diego—the drive to Del Mar for lunch at the Turf Club—the races in the afternoon—the drive back to La Jolla and a tour of this lovely town, so that Veron- ique could see where Greg was born and spent all his childhood and boyhood years —afterward, a quick*dinner at the Hotel Valencia, with Lucille Ball and Desi Arnaz and other friends—then off to the Play- house for the evening’s performanece—and finallv, the drive back to San Diego for the flight home to L.A. Throughout this busy schedule, there was a sense of calm and repose about Veronique that harmo- nizes with Greg’s quiet, unruffled person- ality. Neither of them is the demonstrative type, so there was never any outward dis- play of affection, but you knew it was there in the way their eyes caressed each other. Because they are so sufficient to each other, and because Greg’s divorce from Greta wasn’t final until the end of Decem- ber, they kept very much to themselves. Veronique had nothing whatsoever to do with the break-up of Greg and Greta’s twelve-year-old marriage, so there was no feeling of resentment against her as a femme fatale, among Greg’s friends. Being people of taste and dignity, until the divorce was final, neither Veronique nor Greg ever did anything to embarrass Greta by flaunting their romance in public. They had steadfastly refused to pose for any pictures together, and the only time they were finally snapped was at the Rocky Marciano-Archie Moore fight. It was on this trip East that I stopped by to have cocktails with Greg in his suite at the Sherry Netherland. His good friend Sy Bartlett, vice-president and executive producer of Greg’s new independent com- pany, Melville Productions (named in honor of Herman Melville, author of Moby Dick), Tony Bartley, Deborah Kerr’s husband, and Arthur Jacobs were already there. Veronique, who was staying at the Hotel Plaza across the street, hadn’t as yet arrived. Soon after, when she slipped in quietly, I noticed that the first thing she did was to turn on the lamps and empty the ash trays. Then, just as unobtrusively, she helped pour the drinks and arrange for dinner before theatre. It was just an- other indication of what a joy she must be to have around the house. A wife who doesn’t make a noise like a wife! END Be > 22

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Dae PAN Sat pe Lt em Ne oN oe TE oOo = | Seow tn or o jane russell (Continued from page 64) me Billy Gra- ham any more. Now I’m Mother Machree!” Not that either title is so bad. It’s just that they’re not accurate. “Print anything you want to about me,” Jane has begged. “Just make it true!” But the legend, no longer sex pot but saint, persists despite her pleas. But for once, in the interests of accuracy and Jane, let it be said that Jane’s religion —in fact her whole attitude toward living —is a downright odd one, and nothing like a saint’s. Jane and her brothers do their praying at Sunday morning services that sound more like a weenie-roast than a prayer- meeting. Most Sundays a visiting minister from almost any church, anywhere, con- ducts, and when they have no guest, Ma Russell officiates herself. (Jane goes for those sessions big—at any point she’s like- ly to stand up and argue a point with Ma— and possibly even win.) The chapel itself is pretty off-beat. The Russell kids built it with their own hands on their own property, and it’s light, airy, modern and totally unaccustomed to gloom and doom. Prominently posted in the front is what the Russells call a prayer board. On this is stuck a list of people to be prayed for regularly. First on the list is “All Men Everywhere.” Next comes “All Men In Authority.” the names of people who want help, and those Jane thinks need help whether they want it or not. An actor who worked with her in The Tall Men was recently asked by a friend: “How are you doin7?” “T must be doing great,’ the actor said. “Y've been off Jane’s prayer board for a week!” Bibles and blackmail It is true that most of the Bibles owned by Jane’s friends were given to them by Jane. If they don’t read them, that’s not Miss Russell’s fault. She’ll do her darned- est to talk, smack or blackmail them into it. Knowing Jane, it is not unlikely that she will remove a best-seller from a friend’s hands and substitute the Good Book without even losing the place. But if this sounds like a saint, militant type, take another look. She’ll do the same in every other phase of living that comes to her attention. She will—and has—cut their hair, switched their doctors, rearranged their love lives and, when necessary, wiped their noses, with a blithe indifference to the rules of privacy that leaves them gasp- ing. Yet they love her. “That's Old Jane,” they say weakly, toddling off down the paths she has prescribed. And they will be the first to admit that the paths turn out to be pretty rosy. The little mother of all the world, Jane’s not. “I'm not the type to pat kids on the head when I meet them on the street,” she protests. “And I didn’t want to adopt every child I saw in Europe. I didn’t even want to take Tommy at first, seeing that I’d met his mother. I was just going to bring him back for someone else to adopt. But by the time we had taken care of all the red tape we’d had him for eight months.and neither Bob nor I could dream of giving him up!” And besides, Tommy had picked them for his own. Ever since his blood mother had pressed him into Jane’s arms in England, urging her to “Do more for him than we can!” Tommy had developed the amiable, but disconcerting habit of point- ing at any picture of a woman that came to view and crowing, “Mama!” One day Jane, due for a sitting, brought him into the still department of the studio—then gasped with horror, looking around, for After that come’ them, framed on the walls, were pictures of every star from glamourpuss to charac- ter actresses—all, to Tommy, potential “Mamas!” She needn’t have worried. Tommy stood in the middle of the room, rotated slowly, and then, with unerring accuracy, pointed to the picture of the most scantily clad dame of them all—Jane Russell. “Mama!” he said happily. “Hmph,” Jane said. “At least it wasn’t Marjorie Main!’ But she knew she'd been chosen. Beggars and bulldozers So they took Tommy, and there was Jane, battling the British parliament (who , Said indignantly, “We can take care of our own”), the do-gooders (telling her that anyone who adopted a child whose par- ents knew its whereabouts was not only crazy but criminal; in no time they’d be demanding the child back) and the Immi- gration Service, which seemed to be bent on making the adoption as difficult as possible. Anyone else would have taken Tommy and fled to Tahiti; Jane signed papers, stormed at the reporters, won her baby and then, having conquered all her immediate adversaries, took on Congress and made them change the quota rulings for adoptable children. WAIF, Women’s- Adoption-International-Fund,. was her next project; she organized it to find babies for American families and get them here with a minimum of discomfort. Ten per cent of her salary has always gone to char- ity, but more money was needed. Jane set about raising it. Many of the saints were beggars, but few were bulldozers. Jane qualified as the latter. She has been known to take a tin can with a slot on the top and canvass, door-to-door. Her meth- od is simply to ignore all obstacles. Once she rang a doorbell and the woman who came to the door took one look at the can, pointed to a sign that said, “No solicit- ing, and sniffed, “Can’t you read?” “Sure, I can read,’ Jane said amiably, one shapely foot well in the house. Being bigger than the woman, she got the rest of herself in as well. When she came out, she had a sizable donation. When collections still proved insufficient —it costs at least $500 to bring only one child over—Jane went to New York to raise big money. This she planned to do via a series of cocktail parties and talks. Guests arrived at the first carefully set-up cocktail party and found themselves, mad as hatters, drinking tea. It seemed it was a voting day in New York, and that means temporary prohibition. The only one who wasn’t bothered was Jane. She’s a tee- totaler, and just as happy to have tempta- tion out of her way. But time was when Jane was not one to fly from temptation. She used to run at it headlong with arms wide open. For her religion is odd, and her habits odder— you should know how she got there. That was really wild! Ma and the Lerd As kids, neither Jane nor her brothers thought much of the Lord, and they weren’t exactly fond of the fact that their mother seemed to be His chief emissary. 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Linwood, 96 Kansas City 9, Mo. pew, surveyed her discontented teen ager and answered, “You don’t have to con- tinue it. I will never ask you to come to church again if you think it is a farce.” And Jane got up and walked out right in the middle of the sermon. She didn’t give up the Lord or the Bible—she’d been brought up with both and she loved and needed them. She did give up church, but she never even came close to doing with- out organized prayer. In her mother’s home, that was just plain impossible. The kids Jane ran with then were either leaders or rebels, depending on your point of view. Ma Russell didn’t know how the other mothers were handling the problem, but her notion was to see that whatever her daughter did, she did at home. When she realized that without her pals Jane wouldn’t stay home, she had a brief, con- fidential tussle with God. “Lord,” she de- manded, “do I have to take that whole awful gang? All I want to do is save my own little pigeon.” And a voice, stern as if she’d been stealing watermelons, an- swered, “All or none!” So she took them all. Before they knew what they were doing, they were down on their knees be- side her. For sure, they were the first kids in town to pray together! Jane, too! Jane’s ideas on bringing up kids came from her mother, too. The same forebear- ance that Ma Russell showed when Jane left the church was applied when she left home. That happened some time later. Jane was tired of community life, not sure where she was going or what she would do with herself. So she moved out, took an apartment all by herself and set about finding out. What she did mostly was stare out the window and ruminate upon life and death and suffering and why. She couldn’t seem to come to any decisions, though. Ma Russell knew where she was, but she didn’t say a word or try to persuade Jane to come home. She let her ruminate. All Ma Russell did was pray. That was quite enough. In as unexpected a way as usual, the Lord an- swered her. He did it via a germ; Jane got sick. When the Russells get sick, they want Mama. Ma Russell came home one day and there was Daughter, back in her own bed, wan and weak, but very happy. Until she married Bob, Jane never left home again. Robert don't take no guff Robert Waterfield, by the way, was al- ways the one person Jane couldn’t boss. In front of him she turned tongue-tied and meek. From their first date—which she’d been waiting for, breathless with hope, for years (they went to school to- gether) he was lord and master to his humble girl friend. On the whole, his rule was, and is, that of a benevolent despot. When Jane wants to do something Robert couldn’t enjoy, he doesn’t say, “Don't,” he just says, “Goodbye,” and goes his own sweet way till she’s done. Then they’re back together again, happy as clams. The one time he put his foot down before their marriage was when Jane tried out for an Earl Carroll chorus. She made it through endless eliminations, but just before the finals, Robert said, “No.” He’d come call- ing for her and didn’t like the looks of the stage door Johnnies. So Jane never went back. “Besides,” she said, cheerfully ac- cepting orders, “I didn’t like the sound of the talk backstage!” Which, for a four- letter-word girl, was quite a statement! Since their marriage, Bob lets Jane run her own life with the exception of her finances. On that he’s firm. He even took Jane’s checkbooks away from her when he dis- covered that she was writing out checks for as much as $100 to anyone who wrote and asked for help. And she let him! But one acquiescence doesn’t make a -canvas-back chair, saint. And for anyone but Robert, Old Jane is totally unpredictable—and usually unfathomable. The latest to testify to this is a French sailor who met her while she was making Mamie Stover in Honolulu. Lo, the poor Frenchman! He was serving on a cruiser, the Jeanne d’Arc, when word came that the ship would dock in Honolulu and liberty was available to the crew. That was fine. But when scuttle butt reported—reliably—-that Jane Russell was only a few miles off, making a movie which seemed set to out- horrify the censors who had gasped at The French Line (and muttered piously, “She is wearing nothing but the body God gave her—God forgive her!”), pandemonium broke loose. Those who could begged, borrowed or stole a camera. The rest polished shoes and dusted red-pommed hats with more attention than a visiting general ever warranted. Then, in groups of six and eight, they descended upon the Halekulani Hotel, where shooting was tak- ing place—our sailor in the lead. They arrived between takes and clust- ered around the set. There, seated in a enjoying her leisure moment, was the red-wigged Mamie Stov- er, girl-of-few-morals, reading. Off to one side a. record player contributed some music to the scene, but Mamie-Jane was oblivious. The French sailors buzzed anxiously. A quick poll determined that our sailor was the only one with a reasonable English vocabulary. Clutching his camera, he found himself propelled from the rear to- ward Jane. He raised his camera to his eye, then suddenly_froze. Jane glanced up, returned to her book. The sailor lowered the camera and re- treated to his comrades. “That is not Jane Russell,” he whispered. “That is some girl reading a Bible.” “Ask her!” “In the middle of her devotions? That is not nice. She is perhaps the hair dress- er.” “Ask her!” The sailor walked gingerly back to Jane and coughed. “Pardon,” he said, “you are not Jane Russell?” “No,” Jane said quietly, “I am Jane Russell.” The sailor had an inspiration. “We see you read the Bible. It is for the picture, yes?” “No,” Jane said, read it all the time. still unperturbed. “T Always carry it with me.” There are few movie magazines in France. The sailor knew nothing of Jane but what he had seen in the movies. The shock was quite something. Along with his poise, his English fled. He couldn’t remember a word. But obviously some- thing was required. Jane, her missionary | zeal aroused, was smiling at him, waiting for him to speak. And he spoke the only English words he could remember—the very first he had learned. If he had been an American speaking to a French star under those circumstances, he probably | would have said, “Where is the pen of my | Being French, he had learned a sentence. “Miss Russell,” he aunt?” different heard himself gasp, to his horror, “will | you dance with me?” But to his everlasting relief, the skies | said Jane Rus- {& sell heartily, putting down her Bible, get- | did not descend. “Sure,” ting to her feet, and holding out her arms. And so they danced to the music from the record player, Jane in her red wig, the | sailor in his glory, to the whistles and | shouts of the French Navy, who had no idea that they were helping to destroy, once and for all, the legend of Jane the sanctified-and untouchable! END

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brother ben and me (Continued from page 53) “Why?” Dad wanted to know. “Well, I know what I want to do for the rest of my life, and the other kids don’t know. Maybe they’ll never know.” But with all his sense, it never stopped him from being a boy. And I mean Boy. Before he was a year old he pulled a pan of boiling water off the stove and it went all over his face. I remember Mother asked me to comfort him while she made tea for medication. When he was three he got in a fight and another boy threw a rock that cut the corner of his eye, and I led him home by the hand, crying hard- er than he was. Ben says: Bunny was always a little- mother type. One day she was home with a cold and I was at P.S. No. 30 when I developed an awful stomach ache. Some- body finally drove me home from school— Mother and Dad were up in Boston on business—and Bunny, age nine, waved the maid aside and put me to bed. Then she called the doctor and told him I had ap- pendicitis. Doc’s back stiffened and he told her he’d do the diagnosing. You know what was the matter with me? I had acute appendicitis! Bunny called our par- ents in Boston and they left immediately for home, and a neighbor drove me to the hospital. All the way there Bunny was tucking a blanket around me, and crying - buckets. “Youll be all richt,’ she kept saying between sobs. “You'll be just fine.” What a bedside manner she had! Every time she blew her nose I was more certain I was on my way to the Kingdom. When he was four he finished off Dad’s pre-dinner glass of beer, and was high as a kite all evening. A few years later he brought home a skunk, named Firfinella Isabella, and it bit every member of the family. As he grew older, it got worse. One night during the war, when we had those blackout shades that were black on the inside, I had a girl friend stay overnight with me. I’d just gone off to sleep when Cathy was tugging at me frantically. “There’s a man at the window,” she whispered. “Go to sleep,’ I grumbled. “But there’s a face,” insisted Cathy. I couldn’t see a thing with my eyes half shut, but I finally got out of bed and approached the window, covered with white curtains. With a grand gesture, be- cause after all I was junior mistress of this house and Cathy was being very silly, I threw back the curtains. And I almost died on the spot. On the black shade, in luminous paint, Ben had drawn a devil’s face. I screamed so loud that Mother and Dad came racing down the hall to us. Ben says: And I slept through the whole thing. Didn't even wake up to enjoy hear- ing them scream. By the time I was fourteen our house was usually filled with kids. It was al- ways open house at the Coopers, and our parents were known to our friends as | Mom and Pop. We used to move the dining- room furniture and roll back the rug and hitch up the chandelier and have our own ball room. It was ideal for a teen-age girl, except that I had a kid brother. The boys would begin to disappear and when the | last one had sneaked off I always knew where to find them—with Ben, playing ‘with the gun collection in his room. Those guns. Ben always had them—all ‘kinds of guns—and although I shared his enthusiasm about horses and swimming and many other things, the guns always made me shudder a little. Once he dreamed up a skit for our parents’ benefit. He was \to ‘shoot’ me with a starter pistol and had some ketchup all ready for me to slap on my shoulder, but I begged off. I figured Mother and Dad had had enough of us. Ben’s being on Broadway didn’t have the slightest efféct on our home life. Once the novelty wore off I almost forgot about it, but I can remember when I first learned he’d gotten the role of Harlan, I ran up and down the block yelling, “My brother’s going to be on Broadway!” For the opening night I got my first evening gown, and I think I was more nervous than Ben. Ben had his hair dyed bright red for the part, of course, and that hair acted like a red flag in school. Most of the kids were pretty understanding, but séveral of them tried to pick on him. When Ben gets annoyed or angry he grows very quiet, and it’s almost ominous. I imagine he stayed out of a lot of fights because of it. But he has a temper. The panel of the door in his apartment is cracked from a time when he put his fist through it. He always had that temper. I remember when he wasn’t quite six years old the family was in Washineton D. C. on vacation. It was at the time Wendell Willkie was run- ning for president, and Ben and I were all for him—because our parents were. We visited the Senate, and although children under six aren’t allowed, Mother prom- ised that Ben would be kept quiet. Luck- ily we got seats in the first row of the balcony, and Ben watched the proceedings like a silent angel. Then Senator Pevper stood un and began lambasting Willkie, and suddenly I saw this small red face leaning forward. You never saw a redder one. Ben had one leg over the balcony rail when Mother grabbed him by the seat of his pants and hauled him back. When we were little, Mother and Dad used to call us The Lawyers. Every time I was in line to be punished for something Ben would come to my rescue—and vice versa. “Now, do you know what happened be- fore that? Do you understand why she did it? There’s a good reason, you know.” He’d lay out a whole case, or I would for him if he was on the trial docket. Nine times out of ten we got each other off with- a light sentence. But we weren’t always arm in arm, not by a long shot. Listed among the times when I could have clob- bered him are the occasions when he’d up- stage me with Mother. She’d ask me to do something for her, and maybe I was in the middle of something important like dress- ing a doll and I’d pretend I didn’t hear her. Dear Ben would then go to Mother, his face wreathed in smiles. “I'll do it for you, Mother. I love you.” He had the most annoying way of skirt- ing dishwashing. He was a boy, and you wouldn’t expect him to do that sort of thing very often, but I can’t remember him washing so much as a single spoon. Ben says: I did so! I can distinctly recall washing dishes twice, before I bought Mom that automatic dishwasher. When he was ten and I was twelve, he decided that because of my advanced age I should learn to smoke. Not him, of course—he stayed safely away from to- bacco, but he directed the whole produc- tion with me. We got down behind the couch in the living room (a fine hideout, what with the smoke billowing up in plain view of anybody who came in the room), and he told me how to do it: “Not little puffs like that, Bunny—suck it way down in your stomach.” Well, like a dope I did what he told me, and I turned pea green and bolted for the bathroom. Again. Our house was always pleasantly batty. During one period there had been rumors of prowlers in the neighborhood and we were all a little jumpy. Mother was clean- ing grapes one afternoon at the kitchen sink when Daddy came home and walked up behind her. He didn’t mean to frighten . this physician-endorsed course. Like Walking on Pillows: ' Never Before Such Glorious Walking Ease! Dr. Scholl’s AIR-PILLO INSOLES Convert any shoe into an Ya Air-Cushioned, Ventilated ~/..: shoe for only 60¢! Made of soft LATEX FOAM. No adhesive. 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We had her for dinner one night and Ben didn’t eat a thing—just sat there and listened to her accent. We teased him for weeks. “Y’all heard from Ah-de-ly-an?” Ben says: She should talk. One day we were driving through town and Dad sud- denly said, “Look at that car full of boys!” Bunny yelled “WHERE?” and wrenched her back trying to locate such a welcome sight. You could never dampen Ben’s spirit, though, and small as he was, he had the courage of a lion. When he was about ten he had a kayak, and one day he and a friend were paddling around in Long Island Sound when the wake of a big boat over- turned the kayak. Ben hadn’t known until then that his friend couldn’t swim, and al- though the boy thrashed around in panic, Ben managed to calm him down and then hauled both the boy and the kayak to shore. The example of his courage that I ad- mired most, however, was his constant devotion to the men in the Veteran’s Hos- pital. When Ben was sixteen he spent every Monday night at the hospital, after a full day’s work on radio or tv. He worked with the men in the TB ward, the amputee ward and the psychiatric ward, putting together little shows that were taped and later piped to every ward in the hospital. It was therapy work of great value, but seeing those men used to break him up and every Monday night he’d come home white and washed out and unable to sleep. Ben has a deep side to him which most people don’t fathom at all. He was awfully busy during those years, averaging ten shows a week on radio and Tv, but he loved the work. His career never seemed to spoil him, and a great deal of credit was due, as I’ve said, to our parents. Mother had a horror of being the proverbial stage mother, and while she would take him to a studio and pick him up when he was through, she never went inside. 5 When he left for Hollywood, it was as though we'd all lost our right arms. And to make it worse, Ben would rather eat a bushel of carrots than write a letter. We'd haunt the mailbox for weeks on end, but never a written word. He did get a few sparse notes off to Mother, but I never got one word from him. (That is a lie. I wrote her two years ago about a party I'd gone to.) One day after I’d come to Hol- lywood I found a sign that said, ‘Have you written home to Mother?’ I tacked it up in the kitchen but he never saw it. Or maybe he did, because he phoned home next day. He’ll phone any time—his bill is enormous. I picked the kitchen to place that sign because that’s where Ben usually is. He’s a great cook, so good that I let him get away with bragging about it. You can’t see the kitchen for pans afterward, bu his chicken especially is worth it. He sleeps like a stone and if left alone doesn’t wake up again until the sun goes down. Once in the middle of the night he answered the phone, and one of his crazier friends said, “This is Amelia Earhart— where is everybody?” and then hung up. Ben took the call while deep in the arms of Morpheus, and didn’t remember it until the next afternoon, when he doubled with laughter. Ben hangs his towels on the floor, main- ly I suppose because we haven’t any towel racks. He has mumbled something about them having disappeared, but I don’t suppose there’s any use in my sug- gesting that he get a couple of new ones. Then there’s his peculiar habit of tal- cuming while he’s still in the shower— heaven alone knows why. This results in my stepping into an inch of taleum pow- der every time I get into the shower. Ben says: I have a perfectly logical rea- son. If I step out on a bath mat, the talewm messes up the whole bath mat. This girl has no sense about housekeeping. Furthermore, the only time I put a towel on the floor is when I can’t find the bathmat—and then my feet turn maroon. Why? Bunny got domestic once and dyed all the towels. Aside from having to be called twenty times and having water dumped over him to waken him, Ben will make a good hus- band, I think. I should think he ought to wait about five years, but when he does marry, some girl is going to get a gem. Talcum on the shower floor and all that, really a very nice guy. Ben says: Bunny will have to pass on the girl, too. Not that I'd pay any attention if she lowered the boom, but it would be nice to have the old girl’s approval. I'd like a girl just like Bunny, only sane. We have a lot of fun with this brother- sister business. People don’t believe us. Ben will introduce me at parties, or even in elevators, as his sister, and he gets a knowing nod and a raised eyebrow. One day my hairdresser told me he had driven by the premiére of A picture and had seen me in front of the mike. “Who was that playboy you were with?” he asked. “My brother,” I said, and he clucked his tongue in disbelief. Ben says: Fun, yeah. I've told her not to answer the phone at home, but when it rings she makes a dash for it and says a | real low, sexy hello into the receiver. This girl is making a reputation for me, or if not that, she’s sure to break up a dozen ro- mances before she’s through. Speaking of premieres, three years ago when I first visited Hollywood Ben and I were driving along and passed a theatre ablaze with searchlights and celebrities. I said to him then that some day he would be the star of an affair like that. 2 And just last December my dream came true. Two days before we went home for Christmas, Ben and I went together to the premiere of The Rose Tattoo, a picture that gives Ben star billing. I can’t tell you how thrilled I was when we got out of the ear and the fans in the bleachers began to yell when they recognized Ben. Four- }(;, teen years of hard work, sometimes trium- phant, sometimes heartbreaking, and through it all I had been Ben’s confidante when he needed someone to talk to. And | now it was here, his big night, and he was acclaimed by the crowd. I was so proud I thought I’d burst. Ben says: She doesn’t mention that the | fans yelled at me, “Where’s Bunny?” My sister’s no slouch, you know. She modeled in New York and did Tv commercials, and now she’s on her way to a movie career, start- |i ing out as Lana’s lady-in-waiting in Diane. But whenever I get carried away about | this boy I remind myself of the times when | I could have cheerfully stabbed him. Like | the cake frosting. I used to save it until | last and whenever I got to that point he| would distract my attention and swipe my —“ plate. If I had a dollar for every time he} snitched my cake frosting I’d be rich. I'd ¥ settle for a dollar for every time he’s made Ff me lose my cookies. But he’s really very sweet and I love him. 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1 ely re eo 4 be CO eee ee eee grace kelly by reporter x (Continued from page 41) He signs his mame and sends the message through a waiter. Grace smiles as she reads the note, then hands it to the Prince who seems amused, too. Then the party gets up and heads toward Jack, with Grace leading the way. As she reaches Jack’s table, the colum- nist stands and Grace says, “Hello, Jack, good to see you.” “Hello, Grace,” returns Jack, “are con- gratulations in order?” Grace grins, “I’m sorry, I can’t possibly answer your note tonight, Jack.” “Can you answer it on Friday?” the reporter inquires. Taking a moment to think, Grace gives her reply in a soft but assuring voice, “Yes, Friday.” Jack breaks it in his first edition and scoops the town. 10:00 a.m. My city editor yanks me from behind my typewriter and puts me on the story. & 10:20 a.m. I enter Grace’s apartment house and am greeted by the doorman. I tell him I’m a reporter and want to see Miss Kelly. “T cannot ring her,” he apologizes. “The house phone is out of order. But I will go _ upstairs and announce you.” | John B. Kelly and I quote, 10:30 a.m. He’s back, followed by a tall, slender blonde girl who at first glance looks like Grace. But it’s her secretary, Miss Nadia Woods. “Miss Kelly is reading the story and she has asked me to tell you that she will make a statement shortly,” Miss Woods says. “Meanwhile, I must ask you to wait here.” 10:31 a.m. I wait, joined by other re- porters, all after the same story. 10:45 a.m. The elevator doors open. Out steps Miss Kelly, accompanied by her secretary and a representative for Metro- Goldwyn-Mayer. I grope my way past several reporters and ask: “Miss Kelly, can you tell us when you are going to make the formal announce- ment of your engagement?” “No,” Grace replied, “I can’t tell you we We have an appointment and we are ate.” 11:05 a.m. I succeed in reaching Mr. Kelly’s Philadelphia’ contracting firm. A spokesman says that the family is “just this minute” making an announce- ment to the press and if I hold on she'll read it to me. I hold on and the voice comes back: “This is the statement by Mr. and Mrs. ‘We are happy to announce the betrothal of our daughter, Grace, to His Serene Highness, Prince Rainier III of Monaco.’ That is the end of the statement.” My source continues, “Mrs. Kelly has also announced that a luncheon will be | held today at one o’clock for the newly en- gaged couple, but it will be for relatives and close friends of the family. A press ‘conference with Miss Kelly and the Prince has been arranged for later today at the family home.” 11:154.m. I hang up after a polite “thank you,” then quickly dial the office. “I want you to take the next train to Philly and be at the press conference,” my \city editor orders. 2:30pP.m. I’m cooling my heels with i ‘twenty other reporters and photographers ‘at the Kellys’. Cooling them in the “cellar!” my ‘That’s what Franz the German butler calls he ja fairly fancy rumpus room. As the press jarrives he orders us down cellar and we be jperch on white wrought-iron furniture | jand line up to use the one phone which is upstairs. The Kellys haven’t gotten back from the announcement luncheon at the Country Club yet. 3:00P.m. I’ve worked my way up- stairs to the head of the phone queue. 3:55 P.M. Grace and the Prince arrive in a station wagon. Bedlam breaks loose. Reporters swarm up the cellar stairs. Photographers punch each other as they snap pictures and shout orders at the royal couple. I hear myself yell, “Hey, Prince, give us a statement.” 4:10P.m. Grace’s sisters and sister-in- law arrive with the Very Rev. Francis Tucker, the Prince’s friend and match- maker. More flashbulbs. 4:15 p.m. Mr. and Mrs. Kelly arrive. By this time photographers and reporters are all over the royal couple. Mrs. Kelly puts us in our place, “Now, not too fa- miliar with the Prince.” She leads Grace and the Prince upstairs. 4:30 P.M. Grace and the Prince emerge from dressing rooms upstairs. The MGM press agent decides we must get pictures of the happy pair on the up- stairs hall baleony. So everybody moves to the center hall. I make a beeline for Mrs. Kelly who’s telling the reporters to go interview the servants. Only trouble is the servants speak German, only German, and no English. Most of the reporters are back in the kitchen finding this out. 4:37 P.M. I am the only one left in the kitchen because I am the only reporter who speaks German. Franz and his wife - are astonished but I give them the old mother tongue and they talk. They tell me Pa Kelly calls the Prince “lad” and when Grace brought him home for Christ- mas he greeted him with, “Glad to meet you, lad.” After the Prince hung around for awhile Pa Kelly grumbled, “I thought he was just coming for Christmas dinner.” Franz and frau say Pa Kelly gave his consent enthusiastically when the Prince popped the question. And now the lad’s a member of the family. 4:45 P.M. I get back to the front of the house and the flashbulbs are still popping. I overhear the Prince mutter to his chap- lain the Very Rev. Francis Tucker, “After all, I don’t belong to MGM.” The butler appears with a tray and the Prince helps himself to a glass of New York State champagne and a jigger of bourbon. 4:55 P.M. The MGM press agents plant Grace and the Prince and her mother and father in the living room and the questions continue. One brave guy asks the $64,- 000 question—“How many children are you going to have?” Grace blushes and her mother answers, “If they’re like we were, they’re going to have lots of children.” The Prince looks relieved. 3:00 p.m. I break into the closed circle around Mr. Kelly just in time to hear him explain, “Grace met him when she was on the French Riviera. She went there to make a picture called To Catch A Thief —and look what she came back with.” The Prince looks harried and Grace looks tired. But they smile when one re- porter suggests, “Hey, Prince, kiss her.” He does. 5:35 P.M. The MGM man announces “That’s all, boys” and the Prince smiles happily. Mr. Kelly booms, “Drinks all ‘round for anybody who wants one.” Photographers and reporters head for the bar and the Kellys make for the cellar and the tv cameras. The phone line queues up. Wonder who'll pay that bill! 6:25P.m. I file my story over the phone and my editor tells me to be at Grae. apartment bright and early next ay. 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10:00 4.m. Grace gives us reporters a polite “good morning” as she hurries out of the elevator to a limousine outside. 12:15 p.m. I try phoning the apartment, but a sweet-voiced operator tells me, “The number is temporarily disconnected.” le.m. Here comes the Prince, but he leaves when he sees us. 1:10 P.M. Grace’s secretary, Miss Woods, comes down to the lobby and pleads with us to leave. “If you don’t go,” she threatens, “I’m afraid we'll have to call the police.” 1:15 p.m. Miss Woods comes back. “I’ve called the police,’ she announces. 1:18 P.M. Rainier is back. 1:20 e.m. Miss Woods then confides in us. “I must tell you,” she says with Kelly- like diction, “the Prince will enter the building through the service entrance, just as Miss Kelly did when she returned home two hours ago.” 1:21 p.m. Twenty-one reporters and photographers bite. As soon as the last one rushes out of ‘the building, an em- ployee locks the door. The four who re- main draw a stare from Miss Woods. “Well,” she asks, ‘“aren’t you going to see the Prince?” Just then two patrolmen arrive. “IT want you to put these reporters out,” Miss Woods says. “Wanna press a complaint?” asks one of the cops. “That’s the only way we can put them out.” Miss Woods mulls over the question, then decides. “No, but you’ve got to get them out of here or the salmon souffle will be ruined!” _ However, we give in gracefully. As we start out the door, one newsman cracks, “We're doing this for the sake of the souffle.” 1:25 p.m. The Prince comes back. With a police force to run interference, the Prince braves the perilous trek to the foyer and up to his princess’ apartment— and what must have been a sunken souffle. 1:30P.m. I call the office with the story. The City Editor tells me I’m to cover the ball at the Waldorf, along with five other reporters. “I’m counting on you to come up with some color,” he says. 8:00P.m. I arrive at the Waldorf- Astoria, the grand ballroom is jammed with at least 1,000 bejewelled and black- tied celebrities who have each donated $35 for fun, frivolity, and a plate of guinea hen. When they bought their tickets weeks before, they had no idea they would be treated to such a piéce de résistance as young international love. 8:30P.m. Grace arrives. She’s alone. And radiant. Looks every inch a princess. Wearing a white faille off-the-shoulder Dior gown, white orchids, white mink cape and white gloves. Her blonde hair is drawn back into a chignon. Costly pearls shimmer at her neck and ears. 8:35 P.M. Prince Rainier reaches the hotel. His charcoal gray dress coat is bedecked with military medals and rib- bons. He presents the perfect portrait of a prince. 9:05 P.M. The couple enters their royal box which overlooks the entire grand ball- room. The box is decorated with enormous crowns and festooned with evergreens. It bears the red and white crest of the Monarch’s family. Two of Rainier’s secur- ity guards—wearing tails—close the rust- colored drapes behind the box. 9:20P.m. Rainier and his bride-to-be look like fairytale monarchs when they stand at attention as the orchestra strikes up the Monagasque-and American national anthems. All eyes are on them. When the music stops, Grace and the Prince sit down and you can’t see them. The guards mean business when they say “stand back.” I decide to talk to the 100 red-jacketed waiters who are delivering the pink champagne and guinea hen to the royal box. I corner one just down the hall and plead with him for the lowdown. “Please don’t use my name,” he says, “or I'll be fired for telling you this. While I was serving the dessert course, vacherin glacé Monte Carlo with crystallized violets, Miss Kelly kissed the Prince’s nose.” 10:00 P.m. The house lights dim and the after-dinner entertainment goes on. 11:00 p.m. The show ends. Grace, her mother and a Mrs. Phipps brave the throng of reporters and photographers to go to the ladies’ room. (One of the women reporters confides to me later that Miss Kelly “hiked up her bodice and pulled down her crinolines.”) 11:15p.m. The party emerges from the powder room, Mrs. Kelly looks at the crowd in the hall and shakes her head. “Well,” she says, “this is the ultimate— waiting here like this for us.” Grace leads the way back to the box, but stops briefly en route to pose for pic- tures. Then she enters the box and the drapes are again drawn. 11:20P.m. Mrs. Kelly is penned in by the photographers before she reaches the box, and she admonishes us jovially: “Now listen, boys, you’ve got to give Mama‘some room. I thought I saw enough of you boys yesterday at my house.” She starts again for the box, but a photographer extends his camera to her and says: “Mrs. Kelly, take it with you and get a shot of the Prince and Grace. Just press the button. You’ll be given a credit line.” Mrs. Kelly laughs and disappears behind the drapes. 11:30P.m. The crowd downstairs—in- cluding such notables as Gary Cooper and the Archduchess of Austria—begins to fidget. Not once did Grace and her Prince stray from their box to dance. 12:00 P.m. Master-of-ceremonies Ben Grauer proposes a toast in French to Grace and Rainier. The couple walks to the front of the royal box and accepts the toast. Grace smiles with the deference of a born princess and Rainier scratches his ear with an air of embarrassment. Then they come to the stage and draw the door prizes. January 8th—Sunday 1:00 A.m. Grace and the Prince leave the stage. As they pass through the wings, a pretty, dark-haired woman, swathed in a stiff, black net stole, brushes two guards aside, rushes up to the Prince, and plants a great big kiss right on his royal cheek. A reporter asks Grace who she is. “He knows her,” Grace replies. Her name is Castillo. 1:25 a.m. Miss Castillo tells me, “I kissed the Prince merely to congratulate him— nothing else. What is wrong with that? I know the Prince from Europe.” Miss Castillo says she met the Prince at the Cannes Film Festival. 1:30 4.m. Meanwhile back in the royal box the Prince and Miss Kelly occupy their cozy little corner. From where I stand just outside the hall, I can see them holding hands and nuzzling a little, just as if nobody was watching. 1:45 a.m. They decide to leave. As the group starts out, a photographer urges, “Kiss her.” The Prince declines with a wave of the hand and smilingly cracks to the cameraman, “I will kiss you instead.” This makes Grace blush, but she seems to enjoy the Prince’s jocularity. Flashbulbs snap and I say to Grace, “This must seem like the end of a fairy tale for you.” “No,” she returns sweetly, “I hope it is just the beginning.” 2:00 4.m. The royal pair enter a dark green Chrysler Imperial with Rainier’s royal coat of arms on the door—a $6,500 engagement present from his Serene High- ness to his future Princess—and speed off to the Harwyn Club at 112 HE. 52nd Street. 2:104.mM. For the first time, in this hectic evening, Grace and Rainier dance. 2:15 4.m. The Prince asks the piano player to play “A Woman in Love.” But the man at the keyboard doesn’t know the tune and a cab is sent to pick up the sheet music. 2:45 a.m. The cabbie returns and the piano player begins the tune which brings Grace and Rainier together cheek to cheek. 4:00 a.m. The party leaves and heads for Miss Kelly’s Fifth Avenue apartment. I don’t follow them, being somewhat ex- hausted myself from this all-day whirl. I still have to write my story. 11:004.m. I’m back in the lobby of 988 Fifth Avenue. : “No sign of her yet,” the friendly door- man advises me. “Guess it’s too early.” The lobby is filled with reporters, by now old friends. I call City Editor. “You didn’t do too badly last night,’ he cheers. “But how about getting a statement from her today?” “Anything special you want me to ask her?” I query. “Yeah,” the boss barks, “you can find out a little thing like when the wedding’s gonna be. Goodbye.” 12:15 p.m. The green Chysler Imperial pulls up in front of the apartment and the Prince—wearing no overcoat despite be- low-freezing weather—steps briskly from the limousine and dashes for the elevator. He brushes by the reporters without say- ing a word. 12:30P.m. The elevator comes down and the Prince and Grace exit. She is wearing a mouton coat, a scarf over her head, and dark glasses. He is still without a coat. Despite no sleep, Grace looks like a fresh tea rose. Taking his bride-to-be by the arm, the Prince escorts Grace out the door where several photographers are waiting. They pose briefly for pictures, then started walk- ing up Fifth Avenue. “Out for a stroll?” I ask. “We're going to the Stanhope for lunch- eon,’ the Prince replies. Another reporter, who must have been briefed by his boss, too, beats me to the question. : “When is the wedding?” Miss Kelly smiles and looks at the Prince. “We haven’t decided,” he responds. 12:35 P.M. The movie queen and her Prince Charming conduct themselves like a married couple out for a Sunday stroll, but the public isn’t fooled. Passersby recognize them instantly, stop to offer congratulations. 12:40 P.m. An elderly man bows low as they pass and the Prince returns the bow. Cab drivers parked at the curb good naturedly whistle at the couple and bus drivers slow down to let passengers peer from the windows. 12:42 p.m. They disappear into the Hotel Stanhope, at 999 Fiith Avenue, just a block north of Miss Kelly’s apartment building. 12:55 P.M. Grace and the Prince toast each other—she with vodka on the rocks and he with a sidecar. (Later there is wine.) I report to the office. 2:15 P.m. They leave, using a side door on 8lst Street, walk to Madison Avenue, then west on 80th Street to Grace’s apart- ment. : : 2:25 P.M. gether. 2:35 P.M. The Prince drives away. 5:30P.m. Grace leaves town for Holly- wood. 6:06 p.m. I call in my story, 6:15 p.m. I sleep—at last. They enter the building to-

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