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Brush Your Teeth with Colgates... Brush Bad Breath Away! Yi YY, And Colgate’s with GARDOL Fights Decay All Day,Too! Colgate Dental Cream with Gardol stops mouth odor all day for most people . . . with just one brushing! Gives you that fresh-clean feeling that comes from brushing your teeth with Colgate Dental Cream. And unlike other leading toothpastes,* Colgate Dental Cream contains Gardol to form an invisible, protective shield around your teeth that fights tooth de- cay all day . . . with just one brushing! Gardol’s invisible shield fights tooth decay all day... with Just one brushing. THE TOP THREE BRANDS AFTER COLGATE’Se Colgate’s with GARDOL CLEANS YOUR BREATH wetieircl FANS YOUR TEETH MAY, 1957 : AMERICA’S GREATEST MOVIE MAGAZINE modern screen MODERN SCREEN'S” TWOSCOOP/ (SPECU AU rs eyecare eae ae eat oe eranee ae eee 31 | stories EXCLUSIVE PICTURES OF PRINCESS CAROLINE (Grace Kelly)......0.00.0...... 32 MODERN SCREEN GOES ALONG WITH DEBBIE AND EDDIE TO LIZ TAYLOR’S WEDDING PARTY... Sj. pe aD yaPeTICe hee 34 “IT AM NOT ASHAMED” (Ingrid Bergman) 0. by Susan Wender 38 : BOGEY ‘GHumphrey Bogart) oe.cccc ise) hevsese tae eee ene by Louella Parsons 40 | BOGART'S LIFE AT A GLANCE .......... xseceselbbanch Adgustohp Son ection ae eee BREE eee cs 42 CAN AN ACTRESS REALLY BE A GOOD MOTHER? (Deborah Kerr)... 44 EL’S FAVORITE PICTURE (Elvis Presley)................................by Judy Spreckels 46 MARILYN’S GOING TO HAVE A BABY! (Marilyn Monroe)... by Ed DeBlasio 48 “I- WAS WILD AND WEAK 05... reece, eae tee eee by Nick Adams 50 THANKS FOR THE PICTURE, SUSAN—HERE’S THE LETTER WE PROMISED YOU (Susan Hayward)............... ee i 5 ee? 52 TAB LEVELS. WITH US ABOUT LOVE® (Tab Hunter) iirc tase ere eee era 54 HOW WE SAVED OUR BROKEN MARRIAGE (Diana Dors)..... ae: roe REBEL FROM DODGE CITY (Dennis Hopper).................... by Jane Wilkie 58 | THE JEAN PETERS MYSTERY ......... Mem RR a nen 60 4] IT COULD BE YOU.......... sladvesevssssobsas otinasinge slit) ue ae ee 62 features “Tl EXERCISE TO MAKE IT EASIER TO HAVE MY BABY”.....by Gina Lollobrigida 18 NATALIE LOSES A BET (Natalie Wood-Tab Hunter)... 20 A SURPRISE FOR MERLE (Merle Oberon)... 2.0.00 cee ess eee ctte seen seee eaters 21 MAY BIRTHDAYS ........ a sesoesvesadedtuos cvnducsl Oden cos nace iO tae oct tee Reet eee eee 22 LACK OF ACT DEVELOPS NEW ACT FOR RON (Ron MeNeil)..2.0 28 DEBRA’S BEAUTY TIPS (Debra Paget) 29 YVONNE DeCARLO’S CLOSE CALL AE3e 30 TAB’S MILLION-DOLLAR LOVE SONG (Tab Hunter ) 77 ALAN DALE'S SPECIAL GRADUATION... 82 departments LOUELLA PARSONS : IN) HOLLY WOOD ioe o.cci.ooenccecssscezenecsteteey pe ene cece ee eres Se ea) THE INSIDE STORY NEW MOVIES............. ; MODERN SCREEN BEAUTY... MODERN SCREEN FASHIONS... STOO, RORRY OU Seas He Onan ome SNEAK PREVIEWS OF NEW THINGS FOR YOU TV TALK...... Color portrait of Debbie and Eddie on the cover by E. Bordes Mangel. Debbie and Eddie can currently be seen in RKO’s Bundle Of Joy. Watch for Debbie who'll soon be seen in MGM's The Reluctant Debutante and U-I's Tammy. Other photographers’ credits on page 76. pe ce ee RHYN SERLIN, story editor INA C. STEINHAUSER, associate editor BILL WEINBERGER, art editor 1D MYERS GWENN WALTERS, fashion and beauty ’ it irector DAV aie. AUDREY FREIHEIT, assistant art editor FERNANDO TEXIDOR, art director JIM HOFFMAN, managing editor ERNESTINE R. COOKE, editorial assistant Seen 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 your old address Iabel. POSTMASTER: Please send notice on Form No. 3579 to 76 Ninth Avenue, New York 11, N. Y. MODERN SCREEN, Vol. 51, No. 5, May, 1957. Published monthly except January by Dell Publishing Com- pany, Inc. Office of publication at Washington and South Aves., Dunellen, N. J. Executive and editorial offices, 261 Fifth Avenue, New York 16, N. Y. Dell Subscription Service: 10 West 33rd St., New York 1, N. Y. Chicago advertising office, 221 No. LaSalle St., Chicago, Ill. George I. Delacorte, Jr., President; Helen Meyer, Vice-Pres.; Albert P. Delacorte, Vice-Pres. Published simultaneously in the Dominion of Canada. International copyright secured under the provisions of the Revised Convention for the Protection of Literary and Artistic Works. All rights reserved under the Buenos Aires Convention. Single copy price 25cinU. S. A. and Possessions, and Canada. Subscriptions in U. S. A. and Canada $2.25 one year; $3.50 two years; $4.75 three years; foreign, $3.25 a year. Entered as second class matter September 18, 1930, at the post office at Dunellen, N. “re under Act of March 3, 1879. Copyright 1957 by Dell Publishing Company, Inc. Printed in U.S. A. The publis cee) na senenetbilifutomthesreturn.ofunsolicitedi material. .rademarksNons01779.. » oa

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999 ‘The Ten Commandments by Dorothy Rupenian Age 19, Astoria, N. Y. THE TEN COMMANDMENTS is a spectacular movie, but more than that, it is an inspiring drama that left me with a rever- ence for freedom, a brighter faith and a renewed respect for movie-making. Cecil B. DeMille could easily have made this a gaudy panorama of pagan revelry, dancing girls and all the other glamours that Hollywood has filmed in the past. Yes, THE TEN COMMANDMENTS has excitement, extravagant sets and costumes—and best of all a convincing Moses in Charlton Heston. But Mr. DeMille hasn’t gone overboard to make fiction out of Bible truth; he has let the account in Exodus of the sufferings of the Jews in bondage under Egyptian oppression emerge as a real and significant drama of a people struggling for their freedom. Liberty and freedom and the right to in- YUL BRYNNER as Rameses CHARLTON HESTON as Moses ANNE BAXTER as Nefretiri for a Biblical story, but they aren’t when you consider that God gave Moses the Ten Commandments on Mount Sinai so that men henceforth would have moral law to live by rather than the whims of each new ruler. There are words here that are as meaningful today as they were when Moses said them thousands of years ago to the Israelites. This was a motion picture that appealed to me visually with its breath-taking scenes of the crossing of the Red Sea, the burning bush and the writing of the Ten Command- | DEBRA PAGET ‘| ments on slabs of stone with fire from heaven. |f JOHN DEREK as Lilia || Spiritually, it was a moving experience to see jj as Joshua a sacred book of the Bible translated to these immense proportions, through which more people could come to know the beauty and drama of the Bible’s Old Testament. REPRINTED FROM SEVENTEEN. JANUARY. 1957 ISSUE COPYRIGHT 1957 BY TRIANGLE PUBLICATIONS. INC. as Sephora ee SROsUCTION eee = _ THETEN t IMMANDMENTS o CHARLTON YO ANNE. -EDWARDG. =——-—s-YVO HESTON -BRYNNER: BAXTER: ROBINSON = DE CARLO- PAG SIR CEDRIC HARDWICKE - NINA FOCH - MARTHA SCOTT: JODITH ANDERSON ; Woitlen for the screen by AENEAS MACKENZIE » JESSE L. LASKY, JR. » JACK GARISS * FREDRIC M FRANK Based upon the HOLY SCRIPTURES ond other oncient and modern writings Produced by Motion Picture Associotes, Ine. * TECHNICOLOR® AND VISTAVISION * A Paramount Picture e dependence might seem far-fetched thoughts | YVONNE DECARLO ae erie —

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There was a marvelous, marvelous party. . And some sad partings .. . And here’s the guest of honor herself, the lovely Merle Oberon, with her oh-so-charming fiancé Bruno Pagliai. oe Rise and Kirk ‘Douglas clowned for the Mee and I didn’t at Dana Wynter, lovely as ever in white and gold, never left all mind being hemmed in by these two! The party was such a happy occasion. husband Greg Bautzer’s side for a minute. It’s love! THE SURPRISING BELLE of the ball | / at the fabulous affair given Merle Oberon | in honor of her birthday by Cobina Wright, was Eleanor Powell! Eleanor, looking like a doll in a blue taffeta ball gown, danced dance after dance with one of our town’s best | amateur terpsichoreans, photographer Wally oue a pa rsons Seawall. Glenn Ford, who hates to dance, beamed his approval from the sidelines and | frequently called to Ellie, “You show ‘em, | honey” and she showed ‘em. It was a wonderful party studded with stars in their loveliest gowns. Against the background of red hearts, and tables covered with masses of white-and-red camellias in the Valentine motif, I thought I'd never seen so many beautiful women in such beautiful dresses, most of them long. Lana Turner, her blonde hair sleek and dignified, looked like a doll walking in ice cream pink satin, very form reels

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udy Garland tells a story like no one else can. ee that husband Sid Luft gets quite a kick out of his wife’s funnies. And it’s easy to The Tony Martins were a Charisse are stay-at-homes. But they didn’t pass up this party! i Delome sight. Tony and his lovely Cyd That’s Joseph Cotton standing just a bit behind Janet Gaynor and her lesigner husband, Adrian. Janet was so excited about her comeback. didn’t eat much dinner, either. She laughed, ‘In this dress—an olive would show on me.” Cyd Charisse, who manages to look 30 beautiful and yet completely natural and im-made-up, was wearing a green chiffon with orinted white leaves tumbling from the bod- ce onto the skirt. She’s always very quiet at parties, is Mrs. Tony Martin, leaving the whoopla to her good-looking husband. Danny Kaye started things going with % vengeance when he took over the bongo Jrums—and I mean he gave ‘em the beat! runny thing is Danny had intended just stop- ping by the party on his way to Palm Springs —but in the wee small hours of the morning, he was still going strong. Many of the girls were wearing the new qreige color—which, as it sounds, is a com- eae of gray-and-beige. Anne Baxter, satin stole, a stunning color combination. Mrs. Kirk Douglas, the popular Anne, was another in greige, hers made of lace. Speaking of Anne, her Kirk looked unusually handsome and jack Benny yelled, ‘Look at him. Came formal tonight. Both ears!’ Of course Jack was referring to Kirk’s recent role in Lust For Life, in which Kirk appears in a few scenes with just one ear. Jeanne Crain and Paul Brinkman are not only reconciled, they continue to neck when they dance like they were never apart. Jeanne, in a green satin that was so effective with her red hair, said, “It cost Paul and me $100,000 to realize we're still in love.” I sat at the table with Judy Garland and Sid Luft and the Danny Kayes and all I can say is that Judy is the best audience for a comedian like Danny that I’ve ever seen. He just breaks her up—and when Judy laughs, she really laughs. She was wearing It was so wonderful seeing the happiness of Jeanne Crain and Paul Brinkman. But the next day, Lana Turner was talking divorce to Lex. a white net skirt with a black top and her eyes were made up in a rather Oriental slant. You so seldom see the Robert Taylors at a big party that they attracted more than ordinary attention dancing together and seem- ing to have such a good time. Their pals, the Ronald Reagans, sat at their table. Ursula Taylor is wearing her dark hair almost shoulder length. She wore a white sheath. I asked Janet Gaynor if it seemed strange to her to be back before the cameras play- ing Pat-Boomne’s mother in Bernadine after a screen absence of so long. ‘'No,”’ laugaed Janet, ‘once you've learned to ride a bicycle you always know how.” Dana Wynter and Greg Bautzer are still honeymooning—and look it. Her dress was white with gold embroidered bodice. All in all this was a formal party which was also lots of fun—and you don’t always get that kind! (Continued on page 8) ra si “4

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10 DOUBLE GLAMOL The famous fragrance the French adore in sparkling cologne and purse perfume. Perfect pair—-to give or to keep. CREATED IN PARIS BY BOURJOIS + MADE IN AMERICA LOUELLA PARSONS in hollywood continued That Earl Holliman is big, as actor and man! It was ridiculous and irresponsible of Sina- tra to walk out on a long and well-planned tour of Australia after flying as far as Hono- lulu on the first lap. Then he indulged in a fit of pique to the point where he cancelled the whole thing and flew back to Hollywood. His temper centered around a pal of his not having a berth on an airline on the flight from Honolulu to Sydney. Many performers who had been engaged to appear with Frank, the musicians, and the promoter of the tour were minus the star who had promised to appear, and thus suffered small and large financial losses. This little caper may cost Sinatra $75,000, not deductible from his income tax, in cold cash. Frank has reached an age and a stage in his career where these small-boy head- lines which keep peppering the papers should be well in his tempestuous past. In other words, grow up boy. YOU GET A GOOD CHANCE io size up a person when they get either good or bad unexpected news in your presence. Earl Holliman was at my house for an interview for a Sunday story when nomi- nees were officially announced for the AcaAD- eMy Awarps for which Earl had been widely touted as a cinch for a nomination as Best Supporting Actor in The Rainmaker. When we heard the news from INTERNA- TIONAL NEws SERVICE that the five favored ones were named and he was not on the list, his face fell with disappointment. But not for long. “I'd be fibbing if I said I didn’t have a sort of sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach,” he managed to smile, “but—Bob Stack was won- derful in Written On The Wind and Tony Perkins was just fine in Friendly Persuasion. I wish them both the best of luck.” “Better luck next time, Earl,” I encouraged him. “Oh, sure,” he said, really brightening this time—"‘now what was I telling you about It’s always Mrs. Boone with velvet-voiced Pat. ea é Rory and Lita got just what they wanted. my fascinating life when we were so rudely interrupted?’’ We both laughed then—and I put this young man down as a really good scout in my scout book. THEY MADE NO SECRET of the fact, when they were on the stork’s expected list, that they hoped the baby would be a boy. But after a darling little girl arrived RORY CALHOUN ond LITA BARON were very cute about it with each other. “I said all along I wanted a girl,” Rory said kissing Lita as soon after their daughter Cindy arrived as the doctors would permit him in her hospital room. “Of course you did, dear,” Lita said tenderly, "T distinctly remember that you insisted on a girl!” PAT BOONE’S WIFE, Shirley, is not only as pretty as a picture, she has a really wonderful sense of humor. The evening I interviewed Pat for my news- paper syndicate and we made a date for dinner at ROMANOFF’s, Shirley came along, too. Although it was an informal occasion and no one else at the place was particularly dressed up, Shirley was wearing what might serve as a dinner gown. "T know I'm pretty dressed up for such a quiet night,’ she whispered in my ear soon after we were seated at the table, “but I've been pregnant almost all the time we've been married—oand I NEVER GET A CHANCE TO WEAR MY PRETTY CLOTHES! I'm taking ad- vantage of the chance while I can.” “SPEAKING OF A SENSE of humor— June Allyson came up with an unexpected nifty after O. W. Fischer, her co-star of My Man Godfrey, and director Henry Koster bat- tled so furiously on the set that the German actor left the cast in the middle of production. Cracked June, "This is one break-up they can't blame on me.” Whatever did she mean by | thai???? 4 (Continued on page 1 > or *

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LOUELLA PARSONS in hollywood continued “1 DON’T KNOW WHY June wants this separation,” Dick Powell told me sadly, "Tl certainly don't want it. I'm as much in the dark as anyone else about why she did it.” It had been no secret from anyone that June Allyson and Dick Powell had had their share of arguments and misunderstand- ings during their eleven-and-a-half years of marriage. And yet, because Dick is really un- derstanding and indulgent with June, they al- ways seemed to patch things up and go on— if not ecstatically happy, at least seemingly contented. So it came as a surprise when June made an announcement that she and Dick were separating. Outside of saying ‘‘We haven't been seeing eye to eye for some time, but there’s no other man and no other woman,” June did not enlarge on the subject of the separation she had asked for. Of course the gossips were quick to go into action, They pointed out that young, good- looking actor Rod Taylor had been almost a daily visitor on the set of My Man Godfrey, the movie June is making at U--I., and he and June appeared to be most sympathetic toward one another. Personally, it’s hard for me to believe that June would break up her marriage because of any interest in a struggling young actor. It's true she likes to flirt, but Dick knows that and has always shrugged his shoulders with amusement over it. I’ve always thought he knows and understands June better than she knows and understands herself. It was just last summer I ran into the Powells in Paris and they asked me to cele- brate their eleventh anniversary with them at Maxim's. Dick gave June a beautiful diamond brooch—with much love and kisses—and they seemed so happy. I can only echo Dick’s words, “I hope she comes to her senses’’—and before it’s too late, before she loses Dick’s love, her children, her home and her happiness. DROPPED IN on Lauren Bacall at home and found Betty at her desk answering the stacks and stacks of mail that have poured in since Bogey’‘s death. “So many of the letters from perfect stran- 4 : 5 4 s SWE June Allyson, Dick Powell and the two little Powells . . _ can June let this happy picture die? to answer them myself,” Betty told me. There are still evidences of the great strain she went through following Bogey’s death and funeral—it shows mostly in her thin figure —but Betty has such remarkable inner poise and courage that I can truthfully report that sh» is coming along well—or as well as can be expected. It seems to be a release for her to talk about Bogey. “Ks I read some of these letters which refer to him as the nearest thing to a saint walk- ing the earth, I think how amused and cynical about that he would be. I can just hear him saying, ‘Tell ‘em they’re crazy in the head. I don’t want to be thought of as a goodie.’ He would be quite insulting about it outwardly—and inwardly he'd be so very pleased.” Outside of a short visit of a week to Palm Springs with the children, Betty hasn't been any place. When I suggested a trip while she’s waiting to find a new picture she might like, she smiled and said, “I still take my heart with me. No, I think it best if I stay ~ here with the children in familiar surround- ings for a time. Being in this lovely home Bogey bought for me doesn’t sadden me—it's comforting.” IF LEX BARKER HAS HIS WAY, he and Lana Turner will be all made up and a couple of turtle doves again by the time you read this. Following a squall which started in a dentist's office—of all places—and really blew up a storm in.a parking lot with both Lana and Lex telling each other off in no uncer- tain terms, Lana ordered her handsome, ath- lete husband out of their home. Or I should say her home. It was Lana's before their marriage. Seldom have I talked to a sadder human than Lex the morning after he ankled over to a motel in the middle of the night and read in the morning papers that Lana was thinking in terms of divorce. Sounding like he was going to burst into tears at any minute, Lex gulped all through our talk, saying to me, “I love Lana—and I want her back. i “We have been having arguments for some time over something that is very serious to us both and which I cannot discuss. Tension has been building up until, well—we just ex- ploded the other afternoon when I met her and Cheryl at the dentist's office. “Biter four years of a wonderful marriage, I just can’t believe that Lana means it when she says this is final.” I might add, neither do I. : However, in all honesty I must say that the coolness between the Barkers at the birthday party given for Merle Oberon just a few nights before the blow-up was remarked on by several of the guests. As pretty as she looked, all dressed up in a pink gown, Lana spent a large part of the eve- ning in the powder room leafing through a new magazine while Lex danced and joined the stag line swapping jokes in the bar. Someone said to me, “Do you think Lana and Lex are having a tiff?” I said, “It wouldn't be the first, and it probably won't be the last’’—and I sincerely hope that this is equally true of their. latest battle even if it did break into print. ROSEMARY CLOONEY FLEW all the way back from London to give her son Miguel his second birthday party. Two of the belles of the ball were his pretty dark-eyed sister Maria, four months old, and Kelly Lee, daughter of Janet Leigh and Tony Curtis. There were many other very cute children there. Only a few days later, Rosemary telephoned me from Toronto, where she was appearing, to say she was expecting her third child in October. She seemed (Continued on page 14) scarp naerea er scremnniattie ators ; i } & It’s so hard for Lauren Bacall to accept Bogey’s death. They were so very happy together. A sad parting-of-the-ways for Lana and Lex Barker. But how he’s trying to get her back!

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LOUELLA PARSONS in hollywood continued Spine fans don’t like Debbie and Eddie in the same film. Awards for Dorothy Malone and Robert Stack? Could be! There’s a beauty about Pier that’s different. Too many. headlines for Natalie Wood? just recently she was chosen by the GREATER Los ANGELES Press CLusB as their Miss 8-Bail of 1957. I guarantee you'll be hearing more and more about this talented girl, and in a big way. THE LETTER BOX: “I'm a young mar- ried woman (20) and my husband raises you- know-what with me for being an Elvis Pres- ley fan; says I’m too old for such hysteria. We've had some serious quarrels over it. He's 27—and his eyes pop out of his head over Marilyn and Jayne Mansfield! Who's right?” asks WILMA WILLIAMS, DAYTON, OHIO. To each his own, Wilma—and don't take these things too seriously. .. . Can't list all the letters received protesting_ that I “seem to be switching over from Elvis Presley to Pat Boone”’—ond the dire warnings I get that those letter-writers won't read me if such a dire fatality occurs. I’m neutral, girls, honest I am—I like both boys personally. ... T.M.K., BuFFALO, NEw YorK, speaks for one side of another controversial subject: “I think Debbie Reynolds and Eddie Fisher were just wonderful together in Bundle Of Joy. It added to my enjoyment to know they are married sweethearts in real life.” On the other hand, ELAINE ELLIs, COLUMBUS, is just as firm in stating, “If they want to kill off Debbie and Eddie in a hurry just keep teaming them on the screen. All I could think of during Bundle Of Joy is that they had to rush home to see that the baby got the right formula. This is romantic?” .. . “I like Kim Novak as an actress but I think she treats her best beau Mac Krim shamefully,’ writes PRUDIE BEAUCHAMPS, Brooktyn. If Mac can take it and keep com- ing back for more, I guess you can too, Prudie. From SACRAMENTO, CALIFORNIA, HELEN Yo- KOI opines: ‘Ray Danton is the most over- looked big bet in Hollywood today. What's the matter with those Hollywood producers?” I must say you aren't the first girl to write these sentiments to me. Ray seems to be build- ing steadily with you young ladies in your la- ter teens. Joyce KirK saw Written On The Wind and says: “My girl friend and I can’t stop talk- ing about this picture—simply wonderful. We thought Robert Stack was the MOST!” — This has been one of the big box office smashes of the season, Joyce, so you aren't © alone in your enthusiasm for the picture, or | Bobies) 2s Many letters extending deepest sympathy to Lauren Bacall over the loss of Humphrey Bogart. Ann Bowers expresses the senti- ment of many fans when she states, “Our hearts salute Bogey’s beloved Betty for the love and courage she brought to his last tragic days. He will never be forgotten.” ... Kio, of ToKyo, complains: “Natalie Wood deeply impressed as good actress in Rebel Without A Cause. But silly publicity in private life does not build her up. Take lesson, please.” Dottie Guarpo, Et Paso, states flatly, “Pier Angeli is the most beautiful girl on the screen today. My mother agrees and says she is the only one who compares to the beauties of the days when she was a screen star, meaning Billie Dove, Katharine MacDonald and Norma Talmadge.” Those are nice words for Pier, Dottie. I’m sure she'll be most pleased to read what you and ~your mother think about her. That's all for now. See you next month, )

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I must admit it. Within twenty seconds after the doctor told me I was right, that Milko and I were going to have our first child, my thoughts drifted from the happiness of the bambino that was coming—to ecstasy over the coming months of laziness! ‘T will sleep till noon, every day,’ I thought. ‘Then I will sit on the terrace until the sun goes down. And Milko will wait on me so I will not move from my lounge till it is time to go to sleep.’ What blessed thoughts after so much pic- ture-making and the years and years of starting the day even before the sun rises. But I did not know my doctor-husband ! “| EXERCISE TO MAKE IT EASIER TO HAVE MY BABY” by Gina Lollobrigida ———— ‘Exercise!’ Milko commanded. ‘Remember I am speaking to you as Doctor Milko Skofic!’ And he explained to me that strong abdomen muscles make it easier for the little one to get itself born. So every morning—and I say this with such a great sigh!—I get up with the sun to do gymnastics. Milko is kind; he sits and keeps me company. And instead of lolling on the terrace with a book and a box of chocolates as I had previously planned to do, I walk for hours through the woods and along the seashore . . . after Milko is satisfied that I have strengthened i my abdomen muscles enough for one day ! | And if God helps me, I should have my child toward the end of July. Perhaps then Milko will let me be lazy ?

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In doing so, each man exposes himself. Cobb exposes his sadism and the gnawing bitterness he feels because of his own son. Ed Begley repels the others with his terrible bigotry. A young advertising executive (Robert Web- ber) is faced with his own indecision. A stockbroker (E. G. Marshall) is hemmed in by his narrow view of life. The movie is a stirring drama of twelve lives, even though the action never moves away from the jury table and the dialogue never moves from dis- cussion of the case. Don’t miss 12 Angry Men. It is a fine study, not only of the jury system of our country, but of the men who are entrusted to deliver justice. Among the fine cast are Martin Balsam, John Fiedler, Jack Klugman, Edward Binns, Joseph Sweeney. Directed by Sidney Lumet.—U.A. OH, MEN! OH, WOMEN! joke’s on the psychoanalyst alf it weren't for women, men wouldn’t have any problems. That’s elementary. Of course, psychoanalyst David Niven doesn’t have any problems to speak of. He just sits in a comfortable chair handing out Kleen- ex to his distraught clientele. After all, he’s in love with a girl (Barbara Rush) that any man would be in love with. The trouble-is, a couple of other men are too. When Niven finds out that one of them is his new patient (Tony Randall) and the other is the husband (Dan Dailey) of his long-lying patient (Gin- ger Rogers), he nearly collapses on his own couch. What he can’t understand is why Barbara never told him and Barbara tells him it’s because he never asked her. Now that he asks her, she won’t tell him, and it’s a toss-up whether he’s going to lose Barbara or his mind. It’s a lot of fun—Cinemascope, 20TH-Fox. FEAR STRIKES OUT Anthony Perkins in the big league mw Every baseball fan has heard of Jim Piersall of the Red Sox; they know about the breakdown that sent him to a mental hospital, and of his return to big league ball in 1953. This is his story. It’s excel- lent drama, a beautiful study of the relationship between a father and son—the dreams of all parents, and the tragedy that results from some of those dreams. From the day Jim (Anthony Perkins) was born his father (Karl Malden) was determined to make him a big ieague ballplayer. Anything else meant defeat. Jim was an only child, his mother (Perry Wilson) was often ill, his father didn*t make much money. It was the dream that gave their lives meaning, and that drove Jim right out of childhood while he was still a child. Nothing mattered but base- ball. And even though Jim was good—he won the State Championship for his high school team—he was never quite good enough for Dad. The night Jim sprains an ankle—which (Continued on page 26)

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During spring training in Scranton he falls in love with a nurse (Norma Moore) and marries her. Even though he loves Norma, it’s still his father he must answer to, and his father’s voice which has become his own—nagging him on, expecting and dreading failure. A young lifetime of straining to the break- ing point finally does break Jim, and he goes berserk during a game. A psychiatrist (Adam Williams) gradually brings him back to the real world and helps him build a life of his own and helps him mature enough to lead that life-—VistaVision, Para. THE SPIRIT OF ST. Lindbergh flies It’s been thirty years since Charles A, Lindbergh thrilled the world by flying non-stop from New York to Paris. That solo flight, made in a plane that looks like a toy to us now, ushered in an amazing new age —the air age. Here is the story of that flight, and the story of Lindbergh’s tremendous daring, courage and perseverance. Flash-backs trace his career from the day he traded in a motorcycle as part-payment for a plane he couldn't fly, through his days of barn- storming around the country, selling rides at five dollars per head, working in a flying circus, deliver- ing air mail. Other pilots failed to cross the Atlantic Ocean. They were still trying, and failing, when Lindbergh got financial backing from a group of businessmen to build his plane, The Spirit of St. Louts. On a wet, foggy morning in 1927, Lindbergh, already a hero in the eyes of the crowd waiting for him to take off at Roosevelt Field, stepped alone into his plane. The camera follows to record his solitary thoughts, hopes and fears and his triumphant landing 33 hours and 30 minutes later at Le Bourget Field in Paris—where he was nearly stampeded by an hysterical public. But it was the challenge, not the glory, that motivated Lindbergh. Playing Lind- bergh is James Stewart, and he completely captures the spirit of this man who captured the admiration of the whole world thirty years ago.—Cinemascope, Warners. LouIS THE STRANGE ONE exposé of military college ® All you complacent folk who think that everything's hunky-dory at our military schools are in for a rude awakening. The Strange Oie—to put it mildly—is Jocko DeParis (Ben Gazzara), an upperclassman at Southern Military College. Next to him Jack the Ripper looks like a boy scout. Jocko is a model stu- dent by day. But after hours—oh, my! After hours he engineers sadistic little orgies which he attends in shorts and a flowered shirt. For instance, he fright- ens two freshmen (George Peppard, Arthur Storch) into setting up a poker game in their room to rook ninety dollars from a dumb football player (James Olson). The football player’s dumb enough to lose it but Jocko figures that whiskey’s quicker, so fresh- man Storch is ordered to keep the whiskey flowing into the football player—who is known to become a wild man when drunk. But that’s just fine, be- cause Jocko loves being a witness to brutality, A boy next. door, who happens to be the son of the commanding major (Larry Gates), reports the strange night noises. You've been hearing things, son, his father tells him after inspecting the rooms. As soon as the major leaves, the party resumes and the major’s son (Geoffrey Horne) dashes into the freshmen’s room. Too bad. Because next morning the major’s son is discovered nearly dead and reek- ing of alcohol. You see, after Jocko had him beaten, he had liquor forced into him through a_ tube. Well, no one rats on Jocko, they’re all too scared. But those boys at the- military school have a con- science, and they devise an ingenious plan to get justice. The end will really surprise you.—Col. TEN THOUSAND BEDROOMS and Dean Martin @ You can spend a whole movie telling how a father finally gets one of his daughters married off. This movie goes for broke. I mean, the father in it (Walter Slezak) has four daughters, all of whom are led to the altar by devious routes. Dean Martin arrives in Italy to add a hotel to the chain his father owns. There he meets Eva Bartok. Eva’s nice, but an impoverished Count (Paul Henreid) seems to have a lukewarm pas- sion for her. That’s enough to discourage Martin. He turns to Eva’s kid sister (Maria Alberghetti) whose passion for him is all consuming, until she realizes that Dewey Martin’s passion for her is like- wise. Dewey is the pilot of Dean’s private plane. But before Maria realizes how consuming everything is, she gets Dean to propose to her. Before Papa will by consent he insists that Maria’s three older sisters get married first. Dean runs in a couple of men from New York—that takes care of two girls; commissions _Henreid to sculpt a few monuments for the hotel— that takes care of Eva, and throws a big party. That takes care of that. Except that Dean loves Eva. Natu- rally. So love conquers in all four cases, you'll be glad to hear.—Cinemascope, MGM. KELLY AND ME puppy love = Kelly is a white German Shepherd (dog). ‘Me’ is Van Johnson, a very corny hoofer on his way down. Kelly’s cruel owner deserts him and Johnson, who's been glutting Kelly with peanuts, can’t shake him loose. When it turns out that Kelly has more talent than Johnson, Kelly becomes part of the act. Mean- while, out in Hollywood, a producer (Onslow Stevens) also on his way down is looking for star material. He has Martha Hyer, but apparently that isn’t enough. He also has a teenage daughter (Piper Laurie) who meets Johnson on a train and tells Dad to star him in a dog picture. Dad does, and Kelly becomes a star. Johnson feels like a dog. Unfortunately, he isn’t one. Kelly becomes so famous that his former cruel owner comes back to claim him, By this time, Johnson is furious with jealousy. He tears up Kelly’s fan mail and leaves for San Francisco to do a single. Back in Hollywood, Kelly won’t work without Van, and suddenly disappears. Believe it or not, he’s smelled Johnson four hundred miles away in San Francisco. Talk about man’s best friend.—Cinemascope, U-I. THE INCREDIBLE SHRINKING MAN the atom and you = Take a man (Grant Williams) six-foot-two who's been exposed first to atomic fall-out and then to a deadly insecticide, and what have you? You have a shrinking man is what. Not 2%% shrinkage either. I’m telling you, this man shrinks. Pretty soon he’s only four feet tall and going fast. Quite a shock to the missus (Randy Stuart). What’s happening is horrible enough but when he becomes a national freak with busybodies phoning all day and peering in through the windows it’s more than he can take. Things look hopeful when doctors claim they’ve found an anti- toxin and he meets a girl midget. But two weeks later he starts shrinking again. Ever see a man four inches tall? There he is, living in a doll’s house, until the cat puts him out. Two inches tall—he’s moved into a match box in the cellar and is fighting a spider for food in a duel to the death with a straight pin. Who said two inches? He’s fading fast. Pretty soon he’ll be invisible, but not dead. How can a man reconcile himself to that? You gotta have faith, that’s all. With April Kent.—U-I. THE MAN WHO TURNED TO STONE you, too, can live to be two hundred = There’s this group of scientists, all about two hun- dred years old. They run a girl’s reformatory. Every now and then in the middle of the night a girl starts screaming, and the next day she’s dead. It’s because Frederick Lebedur has carried her up to the attic and put her in a bathtub. It’s a special kind of bath: the girl dies in it and her life force is electrically transferred to one of the scientists, thus prolonging his life. It used to be that these scientists could sur- vive for years on the strength of one charge, but in this day and age they’re wearing out quicker. When they begin to wear out their faces look like skulls. their skin turns to stone and their hearts beat loud as jungle drums. You'll find Victor Jory, Ann Doran, Paul Cavanagh, Jean Willes and a lot of screaming girls in this one.—Col. THE GUNS OF FORT PETTICOAT a western full of women ® Who do you think’s in there pitching for the rights of Indians to do their own hunting? Why, Audie Murphy. When Colonel Chivington decides to teach the savages a lesson, Audie deserts the Union Army and races down to Texas to warn everybody that there’ll soon be a massacre. Those Texans’d like to massacre him for not having joined the Confederate Army. As you know, they were for slaves; but Audie was against them—against slavery, that is. So there you are. Of course there aren’t many men around; it’s Civil War time. There is one cowardly man (Sean McGlory) who took advantage of a southern girl (Jeff Donnell) but danged if he’ll marry her. Nobody listens to Audie at first; they listen after a small band of Indians come to town and kill the blacksmith. Then Kathryn Grant, Hope Emerson, Iso- bel Elsom, her personal maid and a whole bunch of women, 42 altogether, convert the local church into” a fort and wait there for the attack. When the In- dians come those girls are ready, because Audie’s drilled them just like he’d drill a regular army.— Technicolor, Col. Be eae vans %: ey sc Sule

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DEBRA’S 4. BEAUTY TIPS mg “The main thing.” “is to bear in mind that glamour isnt just a question of physical atiractive- says Debra Paget. ness. Beauty is within yourseli: no amount of powder or paint can ever substitute for personality. How many women. forever experimenting with new cosmetics. pay no attention io their speech and their carriage? A girl who slouches or walks slumped over. who screeches or mumbles when she talks— even if she is physically beautiful—do you think she'll have a chance against the girl who is poised and charming?” Debra says. “You know the answer!” As for beauty secrets. Debra’s are few and easy: cleanliness. simplicity. and color sense are the keys to periect srooming. This applies to the care of her hair. nails. make-up and clothes. “For example. beiore applying make- up. Debra says. “it’s worthwhile to de- yote some time to your eyes. Many girls forget this. Naturally. an actress who spends hours in front of the Klieg lights has to know what io do about tired. life- less eyes. But so should a secretary. a housewife. or even a teenager. Placing cotton pads soaked in witch hazel over the lids does wonders! In a few minutes. your eyes will sparkle and youll feel better.” Debra also has some advice for wom- en who slavishly follow the so-called dic- tates of fashion: dont! “Be yourseli. What may be becoming to someone else may look hideous on you. Take a iall girl. Could she carry off an Jialian Boy cut? And how would a very long pony tail look on a shorty? Never mind what others may say; you be the judge!” And just to prove she knows what she’s campaigning about. she’s one oi the best-groomed stars in Hollywood. and she’s also the actress who spends the least time in beauty salons! An individualist. Debra washes and sets her own hair. gives herself her own facials. and even does her own nails. “No matter how good the beautician. there are always some details a woman should take care of herself. You know better than anybody else how to dress and what make-up to use.” Debra can currently be seen in Para- mounts The Ten Commandments and 20th’s The River's Edge. Watch for her soon in Paramount's Omar Khayyam. Unretouch Leading shampoos were tested this way on hundreds of women. Results were checked by Good Housekeeping Magazine's laboratory. New Woodbury with its curl-keeping ingredient held waves best! Protects hair from drying out—leaves it shiny-clean, without dull soap film! Costs less than other brands — a generous boitle is only 39¢. If it isn t the finest you ever tried, we'll return your money! Fair enough? with another leading» shampoo! 1ed photo o N y Charlene Veth, Jackson Heights. N. Y. (See her pretty face GOOD HOUSEKEEPING MAGAZINE proved in its famous testing laboratory: New Woodbury Shampoo holds curl better, keeps set longer! Example shown above: The left side of Charlene’s hair, washed with her usual shampoo, got limp, siraggly. Right side, washed with Woodbury, is springy, curly, beautifully manageable. Washed. below.) WOODBURY HOLDS CURL BETTER, KEEPS SET LONGER P

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You'll love ANN BLYTH in “THE BUSTER KEATON STORY” A Paramount Picture. In VistaVision. YVONNE DeCARLO’S CLOSE CALL @ “If a place is dangerous, I'll go.” So spoke Yvonne DeCarlo. one of Hollywood’s most widely traveled movie stars. And it wasn’t a line from one of her pictures. either. Yvonne’s wander- lust has taken her to all those places she dreamed about as a child. Iran. Spain. Scandinavia and Israel are some of the faraway countries this exotic actress has visited between pictures. But her most hair-raising adventure occurred several years ago. On a European trip with a cousin, Yvonne went to Rome to get passports for Austria. They started on their jour- ney in the MG Yvonne was driving. and figured on reaching their destination by the following morning. After many hours of driving. they came upon a soldier in a green uniform, a rifle slung across one shoulder. He was fast asleep. They kept right on driving, without disturbing him, and soon found them- selves in the American Zone of Austria. After their long ride. the girls couldn’t find a place to stay. In despera- tion. Yvonne asked to see the command- ing general. He got them a room for the night. The next day. when she went to deliver a ‘thank-you’ to him, she cas- ually mentioned to the general. “I thought we’d have to pass through the Russian Zone to get here.” When he assured Yvonne that she was correct, she looked dumbfounded. D7) The general nodded when she asked. “Do Russians wear green uniforms? “Then we must have passed through the Russian Zone without knowing it!” Yvonne described the incident of the 3 sleeping soldier, and asked. “Isn't there ie : any barrier at Semmering?” “Certainly! That soldier you saw lushio-Ghot = na as must have been sleeping on it. And it’s never dries = it beautifies tates the toughest barrier to pass.” ‘ Ken t “Should I have stopped?” asked Gorm) Yvonne. wide-eyed. thick and creamy... blessed with lanolin! needs no after-rinse! The general said, “If that soldier had awakened and saw you attempting to get by without inspection . . . he wouldn't have hesitated to riddle you with bullets!” se e of course, it leaves hair Yvonne’s in Paramount's The Ten NO WONDER IT'S THE FAVORITE SHAMPOO OF Commandments. Watch for her also in more manageable! 4 OUT OF 5 TOP HOLLYWOOD MOVIE STARS Warners’ Band of Angels.

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OT a LOY DPC im Modern Screen’s two-scoop special We take you | to Grace Kellys | NUISErY am page 32 Dae We join | Debbie and kddie at Liz Taylors os ell

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Modern Screen, the only movie magazine allowed to photograph Grace Kelly, Prince Rainier and their baby in the royal nursery, presents the... EXCL FIRST PICTURES OF WVetress Wine inte 8

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Her Serene Highness, Princess Caroline . . . fairy-tale princess to a fairy-tale land, her mother a queen in the world of make-believe, and her father a handsome prince charming who rules a kingdom by the sea. As yet, the litile Princess doesn’t see much beyond the cradling arms of her mothey—the once-upon- a-time Grace Kelly—or the tweed jacket of the handsome, mustached Prince Rainier. But one day she'll know all the nooks and crannies and secret hiding places of the nursery, with its delicate yellow walls and white lacquered wicker furniture and an animal- fantasy mural by French painier Barberousse. And she'll adventure up and down the double-staircase that goes right from her play-room down to the Palace’s private gardens. But long before she’s nearly old enough to read the thousands of letters she got on the day of her birth— if she wants to—she’ll be almost big enough to handle the giant teddy bear presented to the Princess by the officers and men of the American submarine Half Beak.

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34 ce “Debbie Reynolds gets a kiss from Liz’ bridegroom. “Eddie Fisher’s gone native, and Liz thinks he If Debbie’s eyes look a little big, it’s because Mike looks cute asa...asa... well, cute. By the time has just whispered that his wedding gift to Liz is a $90,000 bracelet!” Liz finished saying hello to Eddie, his Debbie was already lapping up the caviar.” Modern Screen goes along with Debbie & Eddie © L1Z TAYLOR’S WEDDING PARTY “Lis paused for a sip of cham- pagne between answers to the questions I shot at her. But I didn’t have time for sipping!” Dear David, Here’s the story you wanted—Liz and Mike’s wedding party. Incidentally, I almost didn’t make it. Except for Eddie Fisher's pants, I wouldn't have. I had to borrow a pair from him at the last minute—'cause my own tropicals got lost in the shuffle. It was real mad! To get back to the wedding party, you can believe me when I tell you that it was just about the poshest party that’s ever been thrown. Mike flew in 15,000 white gladiolas from Mexico City to carpet the lawn of the Acapulco estate where the wedding and shindig were held. Twenty-two cases of champagne were iced and waiting and there was a buffet supper of giant crabs and baby lobsters, baked oysters, caviar, smoked turkey—and all the Mexican dishes that anybody could possibly want. The ceremony was performed by the Mayor of Acapulco, Mario Lopetegui. But enough of all this; one picture’s worth reams and reams of my letterwriting—and here are fourteen of just about the greatest pictures ever snapped, in addition to my captions—telling all. Look ’em over, boy. Feel like you were there, too? Eric Lee MopERN SCREEN’S Mexican CORRESPONDENT

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“Tis, looking radiant bui stall not tely recovered from her recent spinal operation, is helped to a camp-chair by Mike. Then the skies over Acapulco were filled with fir rks. Many guesis attended this party, cay et family, Debbie and Eddie, Mike Todd, Cantinflas and their host Enrique Parra Spe were present at the ceremony.” ‘When I mei Lis’ ; brother and dad, Liz

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LIZ WAS RADIANT AND MIKE WAS VERY HAPPY Continued kissed Liz and turning to Eddie, said, ‘See, Liz finally made it! Trying to hook me for so long and now she’s really done it. I'll bet she’s the happiest girl in the world tonight.’ Mike was joking but Liz wasn’t when she answered ‘You're right Mike, I am! ME: ‘When did you two fall in love, anyway?’ Liz: ‘J guess I’ve always loved Mike. Always. Ever since I was a little girl’ ME: ‘But Liz, you did marry. Michael Wilding ..- Liz: ‘I know, and I thought that I loved him then. I really did. But the truth is that I loved Mike, ME: ‘Even though you were married to Michael?’ Liz: ‘Yes. Of course, I. didn’t know it then. But I know it now, “Those words were enough for Mike. He put his arm around his beautiful wife, whispered 4 a few words to her, and then kissed her.” ; ‘Just after the wedding cake was cut, Mike

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On M1 1 to Mike's Just ‘Samuel if Liz is in Warners Giant. Watch for her soon in MGM’s Raintree County. a

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@ And Christ said, “Woman, where are thy accusers? hath no man condemned thee?” She said, “No man, my Lord.” And Jesus said, “Neither do I condemn thee; go, and sin no more.” Ingrid Bergman put it differently. “All right,” she said. “I had a baby before I was married. It’s not the first time that ever happened to a woman and it’s not the last. Anyone can make a mistake. And if the two people love each other and marry, and if they have a happy family, isn’t that what counts? It’s how they act after the mistake that should be judged.” In the past seven years she has fought a hard fight back to happiness. She had lost her little daughter Pia, hearing Pia say in court for all the world to hear, “I don’t love my mother. I like her, but I don’t love her . . .” She had lost her adopted country, America, on whose shores she had spent ten years. And women wrote her that she was no longer fit to be called a mother, theatres ripped her name down from marquees, fan clubs disbanded— and on the floor of the United States Senate it was read into the Congressional Record, for history to copy, that “Out of the ashes of Ingrid Bergman, perhaps a better Hollywood will arise!” She had lost her career, for who would hire an actress, however great, whose name had suddenly become a word for (Continued on page 89)

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WE ARE PROUD TO PRESENT ONE OF LOUELLA PARSONS’ GREATEST STORIES- BOGEH YX BFR ll mw The last words he spoke were to his adored Betty. “Good-by, kid.” ‘gg ; The last friends he entertained at the tragic and courageous cocktail ‘court’ in his home were Katharine Hepburn and Spencer Tracy. | The last role he played was his greatest—that of a man whose body | was ravished by cancer but who went down fighting with every ounce of the 110 pounds left to him. | It is an ironic footnote to his love for acting that no mortal dramatist _ could ever have written for Bogey the gallant, cruel, courageous, agoniz- ing, brave, pitiful, wisecracking, reverent character that Fate wrote for him. And his playing of it in the last months was so magnificently the ineasure of the man that even his cherished and carefully cultivated enemies prayed for him. Let me repeat, no scriptwriter could have conceived for Bogey the role he played in the last thirty days of his life. As John Huston so touchingly told it at the funeral: “He would lie on his couch upstairs until five o'clock when he would be shaved and groomed in gray flannels and scarlet smoking jacket. Then, no longer able to walk, his emaciated body would be lifted into a wheelchair and pushed to a dumbwaiter on the second floor landing. Humphrey Bogart, his wife Lauren Bacall, The top of the dumbwaiter had been removed to give him head room. and their two children Stephen and His nurses would help him into it, and sitting on a little stool he would Leslie, was taken less than a year before be lowered down to the kitchen where another transfer would be made. Beet ee ee Se And again by wheelchair he'd be transported through the house into the library and his chair. “There he would be at 5:30 when his guests would start to arrive, sherry glass in one hand and cigaret in the other. His friends stayed, two and three at a time, for a half hour or so until eight o'clock. Then it was time for him to go back upstairs by the same means he had descended. “But his life was full. He had all he could ask for—and more. Let us not grieve for him, but for ourselves that we have lost him.” As a close friend—I have always been flattered that I was one of the columnists Bogey liked, and he said so—I have been privileged to be witness to much of the fullness of his life. I try not to think too often of the last time I saw him, a week to the day before his death. Although I knew it was not so, I had printed an encouraging item in my column that Bogey was coming along fine and was getting ready to star in The Good Shepherd for CoLUMBIA. In a matter of hours I received flowers from him, one of the few times he ever sent me flowers. He didn’t go (Continued on page 92) This informal at-home snapshot of

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eee | Bogart’s life at a glance nm TWO YEARS OLD, and Bogey was al- HIS DAD'S CAR and his mother’s pup were the props for this picture BOGEY was very proud of ready facing cameras. But he wouldn’t let taken of Bogey when he was in his teens. Son of the socially promin- himself in his sea-faring go of his teddy bear, not even for a second. ent Dr. Belmont DeForest Bogart, he grew up surrounded by wealth. outfit, and loved to pose. ee fp, A RR ars BOGEY AND HIS SECOND WIFE, Mary Phillips, looked happy here, but in 1937 she divorced him because “he regarded married life as monotonous.” Este | Se || ~ - . | ; | | | oe eo i os ws | apie > ‘| + & wa . THE BATTLING BOGARTS, Bogey and his third ON A BEAUTIFULLY SUNNY DAY in May, 1945, Lauren Bacall cut the first piece oj wife, Mayo Methot, fought their way across the her wedding cake while her new husband and author Louis Bromfield watched. They headlines with many a quarrel flaring up in public. met on a movie set, fell in love while the cameras reeled on, and married for ever. |

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HIS FIRST BIG SUCCESS had Bozgey in the role of an IN 1935, AN ACTOR shocked the world with his portrayal of a ruthless gang- ardent lover. The place was Broadway, the year 1924, ster. It was Bogart’s first film, The Petrified Forest, and the start of a fantastic and the play was Meet The Wife. Ii ran a solid year. career in motion pictures. In this scene he’s with Leslie Howard and Bette Davis. Se: LAUREN BORE Bogey a son and a daughter, and BOGEY, AS HIS family, his friends, his fans knew him just before cancer Bogey taught his Betty how to furl a sail. And always, wasted kis body down to weakness and death. But only his body—to the day for over a decade, they were friends as well as lovers. he died, Bogey remained the strong man he portrayed in The Harder They Fall. 43 .

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ean Al ac Deborah kerr’s story ® Deborah Kerr was eight when her father died, and a few months later she was placed in a very correct—very cold— boarding school. And Deborah felt as if she’d lost her mother, too. That’s when she first knew how lonely a child can be. © The loneliness stayed with her, through adolescence and after she had become a woman. Then one day during the war, while she was on an Armed Service Forces entertainment tour, she walked into a pub in Brussels. A tall, blond, handsome flyer was sitting there, staring into his drink. She was introduced to him. They shook hands, sat down together, began to talk. His name was Lt. Tony Bartley. He said he’d like to whizz her around the city in his jeep. And she took him up on it. They fell in love. Then he was sent to another theatre of operations. Deborah was heartbroken, and lonely again. Until one night when she received a cable, Will You Marry Me? She replied with no trace of coyness, Yes. Where And When? The answer was a wedding in London on November 28, 1945. (Continued on page 64)

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El’s favorite picture (and the story behind it) by Judy Spreckels m | had fun drawing the picture of Elvis which appears on the opposite page. I never expected to get El to sit still long enough for me to. get him drawn on paper just the way I wanted him. I didn’t want to draw him as a performer, or I would have copied a picture of him on stage. I wanted him to look like he looks to me, at certain times when he is deep in thought, and yet aware of my presence and his surroundings. In other words, the way he really is . . . sensitive, handsome, strong and yet with the tender boyish gentleness that really is Elvis. I never expected to get the break that I did, in drawing this picture. Several evenings while I was eat- ing dinner with El and Gene, and whoever else was around, I always made sure to sit on El’s left side, without his particularly noticing it. Then, in my mind, I'd sketch him as I wanted him to look in my picture. I'd study the outline of his head and face while he was thinking about something. Then after dinner, when I went home, I would work on the picture, a little bit at a time. After I had what I thought was a satisfactory beginning, I knew I'd have to have El sit for me to finish it—if I wanted it to be perfect. I also knew that getting El] to sit still for any length of time was going to be a job. As a matter of fact, I thought it would be impossible. Fortunately, luck was with me. One Saturday, I asked (Continued on page 68)

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by Ed DeBlasio MARILYN'S dream is coming true... MARILYN'S happiness 1s complete... MARILYN’S prayer 1s being answered.. MARILYN’S eoing to have a baby! m The receptionist in the obstetrician’s office was all excited. Marilyn Monroe, looking very intense, had come in a little while earlier with her tall, serious-faced husband, Arthur Miller, and intense-looking wives didn’t usually come here with their serious-faced husbands unless they thought that maybe they were going to have a baby. For the next half hour or so, the receptionist kept taking calls and telling people to have a seat, please; the doctor's busy right now, very busy. While her eyes stayed glued to the _ door through which Marilyn and her playwright-husband would soon come out, she knew the news would be good news and could see it now—the big smile on Marilyn's face, the grin on Mr. Miller's face, the way Marilyn would come over to her and excitedly say, “I have an appointment with the doctor two weeks from today. . . . Would you please be sure to put that down in your book?” The receptionist was very surprised when the door finally did open. She saw Mr. Miller first. He wasn’t grinning. Not that he looked sad, or anything—but he sure wasnt grinning. And the receptionist saw why when Marilyn came out. Marilyn was crying. You could see the tears streaming down her cheeks and you could see that her lips were trembling, trembling hard. Mr. Miller put his arm around Marilyn’s waist and whispered something to her as they walked out of the office. A few minutes later, a nurse walked out of the doctor’s office. The receptionist called her over. “No baby, huh?” she whispered. The nurse nodded. “Sure she’s going to have a baby.” The receptionist looked stunned. “But she was crying!” “I guess some people,” said the nurse smiling, “really do cry when they're happy. And I don't think I’ve ever seen happier tears in my whole life.” The nurse was right. Marilyn couldn't have been happier than when the New York obstetrician told her she was pregnant. And according (Continued on page 66) ~ 2 a: 90S ewer re

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50 w My name is Nick Adams. I’m an actor. A few days ago I finished work- ing in a movie called No Time For Sergeants. For one scene I had to show great surprise. For me it was the easi- est bit of acting in the movie. Because underneath the make-up I was sur- prised—that I was in the movie at all! Because ten years ago in Jersey City I was running like mad down the long street to nowhere. My name was Nicholas: Adamschock then. I was fifteen. And I loved every minute of it. I had a mother and a father and an older brother Andrew. They worried about me. I gave them lots of reasons. I stayed out too late. I was loud; I hung around pool rooms. I belonged to a gang. We hitched rides on the backs of busses, trucks, anything that moved in the streets. We chased girls, threw snowballs at strangers, sneaked into movies, started fights. We laughed and yah-yahed a hotdog-stand owner after we had showered him with ripe tomatoes and old eggs. We tormented store-keepers, ped- dlers, and passersby. Anyone we could find who was minding his own busi- ness was our victim. fest One day a man whose hat we had knocked off called us juvenile delin- quents. We had been called every- thing, but that was a new one. The next day in school we looked it up in the dictionary. It meant, guilty of mis- deed or offenses; a person who fails or neglects his duties or obligations. We were astounded at how well the word fit us. When our astonishment wore off, we (Continued on page 86)

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Thanks for the nicture, Susan- here's the letter we promised you... Dear Susan, Like the rest of the world, it was news to us—your marriage to Floyd Chalkley. And for once, we didn’t mind not knowing the inside dope on a Hollywood romance. I'll tell you why a little later on. We admit it . . . the first we knew about you and Floyd was when the Saturday papers flashed a picture of the two of you—a wedding picture. No items before that about the guy you met, started dating, fell in love w ith. Nothing in the gossip columns, nothing whispered along the Hollywood grapevine. How you managed that, I'll never know. But that you did do it—well, I guess I kind of feel like tossing my hat off to you for knowing that this was one thing in your life that you couldn't have any publicity about. Because you've had too much of that. And all it’s brought you is the kind of misery that made life seem not w ‘orth livi ing at all. And you even tried to do that—stop living. It would be hard to believe—if I hadn’t seen the pictures myself, the pictures of a policeman carrying your unconscious body to an ambulance to be rushed to the emergency ward—and the headlines AcrRESS ATTEMPTS SUICIDE. And everyone wondered why ... why... Because you're one of the five most successful actresses in Hollywood. When you cash your salary check, the teller hands you $5,000—every week. The Cannes Film Festival voted you the best actress of the year. You're famous on four continents, and have been presented to Kings. Why did you want so desperately to die? Maybe because night after night, you sat alone in a beautifully decorated house that was empty. And the long lonely evenings blended into each other while you sat and waited for the phone to ring, for someone to call and ask if you wanted company or felt like a drive or could drop over for a few games of gin. You must have stood in front of your mirror many ‘times and tried to figure out how come some man—you knew enough of them—didn’t want to spend an evening with you. Or some friend care enough about you to call just to ask how you were. You must have known the answer. Too many headlines about you, Susan, and too many people who are afraid of getting mixed up in the scandals that blasted your name across the country. No, it really didn’t seem quite fair that you should have to pay such a high price for your mistakes. Like that glass-breaking, name-calling, hairbrush-throwing battle with Jill Jarmyn over actor Don Barry when Jill came to Don’s home for breakfast—and found you there, wearing Don’s pajamas. When the newspapers hit the stand, one prop man threw the paper on the floor and raged, “Why did it have to happen to Susan? Poor kid. Some of these actresses feel | they've got to make every leading man fall in love with them—and there are some I could name who've split up half a dozen marriages. But Susan’s not like that. When she | started working on I'll Cry Tomorrow, she didn’t even look at Barry at first; he was just another actor. He was the one who courted her. He found out her favorite brand of cigarettes. After that he’d wrap a pack in gold paper and tie it with a ribbon and present it to her every morning. Then he started bringing her a single rose each day. And other little gifts. And Susan was lonely. How was she supposed to know he had a girl friend?” And before that, the messy ending to your ten-year marriage to Jess Barker. (Continued on page 78)

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Diana Dors and her husband | HOW WE SAVED OUR | BROKEN MARRIAGE B The whole thing was my fault. | I wouldn’t let Diana be a woman. ha That’s what the man said. Dennis Hamilton, businessman and bupencelozedl promoter of that super-colossal prop- erty Diana Dors, otherwise known as Mrs. Dennis Hamilton. I never dreamt that just when Di had reached the very top that we would have any personal troubles. But it was entirely my fault. We had both planned for so very long not to give up until we had made a fortune that I forgot that Diana is also a woman. I drove her to bigger and better successes, and more and more money. The real reason for our break-up—and it definitely reached that stage—was that Di wanted what every woman wants. A child. And in my selfishness I kept tell- ing her that kids could wait. And then I’d drive her even harder. Even after she lost the baby she had wanted so much, and I had not wanted—not then, not yet. It’s just that . . . we'd planned for so very long... For Diana the dream was even older than for ‘Dennis. When Diana Dors was nine years old she decided she’d be an actress because she wanted a big estate and a big swim- ming pool. When she was fifteen she got herself a movie contract. At eighteen she had her first lead. But when she hit nineteen, a general film industry crisis hit Diana and her contract was dropped. That’s when fate took a hand in young Miss Dors’ life, and introduced her to jovial, part-time actor and part-time salesman Dennis Hamilton. One evening, it wasn’t more than a couple of weeks later, Diana and Dennis were walking hand in hand down a mid- night darkened street. Dennis stopped; his arms reached for Diana, and against the perfume of her hair he whispered, “Di, I love you. You must know that. I want to marry you, but I can’t. But I want you to (Continued on page 76) |

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rthrsey REBEL FROM DODGE CITY el fled Complle LUinmia by JANE WILKIE m Fifteen years ago this summer, the body of a famous movie cowboy was transported from California to the East, and as the train sped across the shimmering Kansas plains, the actor received a final, unknown tribute from a very small boy. Standing in his grandfather's wheat field, no taller than the young grain itself, the tow-headed youngster waved frantically as the train passed, and kept waving until long after the thin black line was out of sight. To Dennis Hopper, age five, death meant very little. All he knew was that his beloved cowboy, dearer to him than anyone in the whole world, was to be on that mid-day train. He had been stationed in the wheat field for an hour, had even dared to ignore the call for lunch, to make certain he would not miss the experience. For this was the nearest Dennis had ever been to an actor. Actors were important to him. Each Saturday, when his grandparents drove into town in the jeep to buy the week’s groceries, Dennis was deposited at the local movie theatre and left to revel in the deeds of daring he witnessed on the screen. There were two theatres in Dodge City, and Dennis necessarily went to the cheaper one. Plots mattered nothing to him and he was too young to appreciate the art of acting; it was the world of make-believe that he loved, and in his young eyes all actors were great heroes. Dennis was an only child, the farm was six miles from Dodge City and the nearest (Continued on page 90) 59

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THE GIRL THE MYSTERY THE CLUE An actress on the threshold of stardom Why did Jean Peters disappear? This strange love scene m In Hollywood, they say Jean Peters has been ‘kid- napped.’ Then they look around and say nervously, “Well—not kidnapped exactly. But—she’s—not exactly—allowed to go out.” And then they won't say anything else. Does it sound fantastic? Wait. There's more. For instance: Her studio can’t find her. They've written to her, wired her, phoned her. Their letters are returned: Address Unknown. The wires are never accepted. The phone number has been changed. They haven't been able to speak to Jean Peters for almost four months. Her best friends can’t locate (Continued on page 80)

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Beverly—and my Tv audience— had just gotten the news: Beverly was the winner! “See those people?” I asked her, “well, some day they'll be see- ing you in the movies!” That morning, Beverly had set the june aie as usual—but these days it’s lunch with Maureen: O’Hara at RoManofr’s, and rehearsals with Steve Rowland and Marshall Thompson! It could be YOU! NBC-TV Master of Ceremonies @ As you know, each day Monday thru Friday on NBC-tv’s Jt Could Be You, we surprise many people with facts about themselves. Today, I'll tell you about the young lady in the picture with me. Her name is Beverly Faye Robinson. Right now she’ s studying at the PasapeENA PLAYHOUSE, and in a couple of years she’s going to make a screen test. Then she'll know if all the dreams she dreamed are going to come true. We're betting that in not much more than a couple of years you’re going to be asking for her autograph. It could be you. It all started when Beverly was nineteen. She wanted to be an actress. She wanted to very much. But when you live in Nashville, Tennessee, you sort of resign yourself to just dreaming— Nashville’s a long, long way from the bright lights of Broadway and the kleig lights of Movictown. So Beverly dreamed, until last September. One lazy warm day, she was sitting over a coke and looking through Mopern Screen. After she finished reading the stories and the columns and the feature articles, she started looking at the ads; she had half a coke left, and it was much cooler inside than out. Suddenly, as if the message had been printed just for her, she read about the Moprern ScrEEN Lapy ELLEN contest. The words caught her eyve—words that were to mean a whole new life for the pretty brunette with the big, big eyes . . . What Is Your Greatest Wish in Life? That was an easy one to answer! The Lapy ELLEN Mopern ScreEN Contest told Beverly that all she had to do was write a letter telling her dreams—and they’d come true. Maybe because it was so important to her, Eis Ss Mopern SCREEN contest letter spoke right from her heart. And her dreams did come true! It wasn’t more than a couple of months later that the starry-eyed Beverly stood in front of the stage-door entrance at the PASADENA PLayHouse, about. to enter its doors for the first time. Suddenly the tears welled up, “I never thought it would happen—I’ve wanted this so much, for so many years.” ' Then she brushed aside the tears of a longing fulfilled, — and walked through the doors to her future. | Beverly Faye Robinson feels at home in Hollywood | now. She’s learning her craft—and having a ball. And when she’s all through polishing the fine dramatic talent | she possesses, you’re going to see her face flash on a silver screen—and decide if all her dreams will come true. The Lapy ELren contest continues in 1957, so— It could happen to you.

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— SS BITES peed RS om 64 can an actress really be a good mother? (Continued from page 44) That was eleven years ago, and since then Deborah has never felt that old ache of loneliness, not even when she and her husband are apart, separated because of their work. Their marriage is rock-solid. There were a couple of other blessings too: her career zipped her to the top of the heap, and she and Tony had two adorable girls, Melanie and Francesca. God’s in his heaven, all’s right with the world, and life for Deborah was just a bowl of cherries. Until one day when Deborah heard a neighbor tell Melanie how lucky she was to have a movie star for a mother. “I guess so,’ Deborah overheard her child answer, “but this is the first time I’ve seen Mother in three months.” Deborah stood there, shocked into the past. Suddenly she was reliving a time she hadn’t thought of for twenty years, a time from her own childhood when she lay on starched sheets at night and heard the soft breathing of her sleeping school-mates —while she tried to smother her own sobs of loneliness in the soft pillow. And the days when Deborah had sat in classes, listening to the teacher who looked just a little like her mother, and wanted —with a want that really made her heart hurt—to feel soft protecting arms holding her... and brushing away her tears a light kiss that said everything’s all right; Mum- mie is here. This was what Melanie was feeling? Her child? Then Deborah was a failure! A terrible fear She walked over to the little girl she loved with all her heart, whose happiness was her own happiness—whose tears were her tears. She cradled a surprised Melanie in her arms and whispered, “Everything will be all right, darling. Mummie’s here.” But she felt a terrible fear. Would every- thing be all right? Could she be a good mother, the kind of mother that a child had the right to have? A mother plus a wife—plus an actress? When Melanie darted away, eagerly fol- lowing a bright butterfly that skipped from flower to flower, Deborah made a solemn vow: I'll have to remember how it is to be a little girl, Melanie; I'll have to re- member you’re too young to understand that even if we’re not around—the people who love you are still with you. One day, weeks later, she sat reading the new script that had just been sent to her by the studio. All of a sudden her mind started racing and the words on the page were blotted out. Would she have to choose? Could that ever happen, a day when she would realize that she had to choose between the work she loved—and her children? No... Deborah closed the script, turned out the reading lamp and sat in the twilight filtering through the window. Her head went back against the chair and she closed her eyes. She tried to picture what it would be like without the excitement of studying a new role, learning to live the part, to feel it, to get it across. To create. Happiness for all of them Then the door flew open and a small cyclone plumped itself down on Deborah’s. lap. “Help me with my ’rithmetic, Mum- mie,” Melanie begged. “Don’t you think it would be better if you tried to figure it out yourself?” Debo- rah asked. Only the asking sounded more like a wail, because wrestling with Mel- anie’s arithmetic problems is just about the only maternal chore that really bugs Deborah. “No, Mummie, I think it would be better if you helped me,” Melanie answered her mother, most emphatically. So Deborah looked at it a bit, figured out what the trouble was—and calmly crossed off a couple of spare zeros that she didn’t know what to do with! “That’s not the way my teacher does it,” objected Melanie. “Well,” snapped her mother in one of her rare flare-ups, “you tell your teacher I said he’s crazy!” Then, reconsidering, she added, “Well, perhaps you'd better not,” and she swept the script off the table to spread out the math books and con- centrate on the brain-teaser in comfort. A quarter hour later, after much head scratching and pencil chewing, Deborah came up with an answer that her daughter was willing to settle for. Melanie trotted off to finish her homework, and again Deborah was alone in the quiet room. She stooped to pick up the script lying on the floor, and—almost as if there were two Deborahs sitting there, one of them listen- ing and the other speaking—she heard herself say, “Of course there’s no choice.” That’ moment she knew that she could never just muddle along and take every- thing she wanted out of life ... and do only a half-job if she didn’t have time to do everything right. Not where her children were involved. If she had to choose, she knew where her choice lay— because Deborah knew what was really important to her ... to keep loneliness from two little balls of fluff whose arms Helen Hayes’ only advice to her son, Jamie MacArthur, about his first movie job was: “Always eat in the studio commissary. It's better food than you can get outside, and cheaper.” Leonard Lyons in the New York Post around her neck spelled happiness—for all of them. An important choice She knew that the next months would tell her whether or not a choice would have to be made. Whether or not she could give of herself to the work she loved—without taking from her family. The next months of working on Heaven Knows, Mr. Allison would tell her if she could be an actress, without condemning her daughters to the kind of emptiness that her own childhood had held for her. The months sped by... It was almost Christmas. Shooting was finished, and Bob and Dorothy Mitchum talked Deborah and Tony into celebrating with them in New Orleans. “Ill show you New Orleans like you’ll never see it with anybody else,’ Bob wheedled. “It’s his favorite city,’ Dorothy laughed, “so he probably could, too!” The weeks of working had taken their toll. Deborah felt as exhausted as she’d ver felt in her life. Days of vacationing in a strange city as exciting as New Orleans, days of forgetting everything ex- cept resting and having fun with Tony ‘and the Mitchums sounded like just the kind of escape she needed to unwind from the tensions of living a role. She looked at Tony, saw the eyebrows go up in that way that means anything you'd like is fine with me—and felt her tight nerves begin to relax. “We'll go!” And hours later they were on their way. They were in New Orleans just one day. Just long enough to have New Orleans coffee and doughnuts in the one place that Bob Mitchum said was the only place in CR ges the world where they made the coffee just like it should be, with just the right amount of cinnamon—just long enough to taste shrimps prepared like Deborah had never tasted before—just long enough to catch a glimpse of the French quarter and insist to Tony and Bob and Dorothy, “I know I’m going to find something fabulous in one of those tiny little shops, and I’m going to go into every one of them before we leave!” Just one day, and she was tell- ing Tony, “I’m beginning to feel myself unwind enough to think maybe Il live. Even for the re-shooting on the picture!” Then the telegram came: Melanie was to perform in a holiday play at her school the next afternoon. Could Mummie come? Deborah knew how much she needed the relaxation that New Orleans held out to her; she had worked hard. What dif- ference could it make to Melanie whether or not Mummie was at the play—there’d be plenty of others to applaud her. The chil- dren were well taken care of; their nurse loved them—Deborah had been home just the week before; they wanted for nothing. Tony didn’t say anything. This was some- thing that Deborah had to work out. She sat in their hotel room, thinking of all the plans the four of them had made for the next days, thinking how wonder- ful it felt to be away from everything except fun. And thinking how lost a little girl can feel if she feels she’s alone, even if she isn’t—but just feeling that way... Then she looked up at Tony. “Make the reservations, darling. And tell Bob and Dorothy. Ill pack,” she said wistfully. They took the next plane out, and Deborah was on hand. to cheer Melanie in her dramatic debut. Melanie shows her the way As they drove home from school Melanie was a little chatterbox, telling her mother about all the things that almost made the play a flop, what with the ten-year-old leading man being temperamental and the scenery taking longer to finish and, and, and. Deborah looked at her daughter and smiled. “Why, you didn’t even have time to miss me,” she joked. “Even if I hadn’t been away, I'll bet you wouldn’t have had time to even see me, what with all that going on!” Just so her mother’s feeling wouldn’t be hurt, Melanie generously ex- plained, “Oh, I don’t mind having you around when I don’t need you!” Then Melanie looked up at her mother, her eyes very serious, and explained, “You see, Mummie, if you’re not here it doesn’t matter too much—just as long as I know you'll come when I have to have you.” A smile played on Tony’s lips, but he kept his eyes glued to the road ahead. Deborah hugged her child to her; here was the answer. She would not have to choose! Her children knew that every cry in the night would be answered—be the cry foolishness or not. And knowing that, their mummie could be away from them and she would still be with them .. . always. Eleven years ago Deborah learned to be happy without loneliness. Now she’s learned to give to the very little ones the same fulfillment that a gentle man had brought her when he showed her a love without fear. And she’s teaching her chil- dren what she herself had never known— how to be alone, and know that you are not alone... END Deborah can currently be seen in 20th Century-Fox’s Heaven Knows, Mr. Allison. Watch for her soon in U.A.’s Separate Tables, 20th’s An Affair To Remember and Otto Preminger’s Columbia release Bon- jour Tristesse.

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marilyn’s having a baby! (Continued from page 49) to some of her close friends, she was continually in and out of tears for the next three days. “But it’s bad for the baby,” her husband told her the next night when they were sitting at dinner with a few pals and Marilyn, just like that, began crying into her soup. “The baby will understand,” Marilyn said, putting down her spoon and burying her pretty face in a napkin. “The baby knows why I’m crying.” Later that night, Marilyn—normally a listener during these after-dinner con- versation hours—chatted away. With Arthur sitting beside her, gently rubbing the back of her hand with his warm palm, she talked about the baby she’d just learned she was going to have, about how she and Arthur were going to do every- thing possible to make the baby healthy and happy. And as she talked, you couldn’t help thinking back to the love- less misery and hurt of her own childhood and you couldn’t help knowing the fight in this girl’s heart to guarantee that her still- unborn child would never, never be touched by any of that misery or hurt. ‘My little girl,’ says Marilyn—she’s sure she’s going to have a girl—“is always going to be told how pretty she is. When T was small, all the dozens and dozens of people I lived with—none of them ever used the word pretty to me. I used to have this very special dream. I used to dream that Clark Gable was my father and that he had five daughters and I was one of them and that when he came home from work at night he used to come running over to me—not any of the others, but me —and pick me up high and say, ‘Norma Jean, you are so pretty ... you are so pretty!’ I used to wake up in the morning smiling, for a little while at least. “Tt want my little girl to smile all the time. All little girls should be told how pretty they are and I’m going to tell mine, over and over again.” The horrible childhood God, too, is going to be made very spe- cial and important to their baby. When Arthur was a boy, his Jewish upbringing taught him that God was love and God was good and He was the best friend any- body could have, along with mama and papa. But Marilyn’s mother was away in a mental sanitarium and her father had never been her legal father. And, anyway, he was just plain away. So Marilyn was shipped off to live with a minister and his wife. Here are the horrible childhood intro- ductions Marilyn had to religion: “When I lived with the minister and his wife,” Marilyn says, “they told me that if I went to a movie on a Sunday, God would strike me dead. The first time I dared to sneak away and go to a Sunday movie, I was scared stiff to come out. When I did, it was raining. There was thunder and lightning and I ran all the way home, ex- pecting to be struck dead any minute. Even after I was home and in bed, with my head buried underneath the covers, I was terrified. I don’t think it’s right to use God to frighten a child like that. I’ve learned in all the years that have passed that God is everything that is wonderful in this life—and that’s something my baby is going to know from the minute she can begin to understand things.” It’s no secret to anyone who knows Marilyn well that she’s been waiting for this baby of hers for a long time. “After all,” a friend of hers says, “she’s thirty now and Arthur is her third husband and you might think that if she’d wanted a child badly she’d have had one a long time ago. But there’s some kind of big justice in life—and looking back, it seems only just to Marilyn and her two former husbands that there was no baby then; equally right to Marilyn and Arthur that a child is now on its way.” When Marilyn was just a kid of sixteen and married to twenty-one-year-old Jim Dougherty in Los Angeles, she knew two things. One was that, like most new brides, she wanted a baby; the other was that she wasn’t in love with her husband. Sure, Jim was a nice guy and all that. But a girl’s guardians can’t come up to her one day and say we’re leaving town soon and we'd rather you didn’t come with us and we'd Igai Mosensohn, the Irsaeli play- wright, is truly the Man from Mars. When he was in N. Y. for his play, Casablan, he was invited to ob- serve a session at the Actors’ Stu- dio. First he went to a nearby drugstore, and noticed an attrac- tive blonde having a soda. He saw her again at the Actors’ Studio. He introduced himself, then said: "You look like you'd make a good actress. I may have a role for you. What's your name?" She told him: “Marilyn Monroe” . He took out a pencil, then said: "Spell it." The Change: | quoted Goldwyn as siding with Marilyn Monroe in her desire to do The Brothers Karama- zov. Charles Einfeld, vice-pres. of 20th Century-Fox, told me: "You can tell Goldwyn that if he would like to produce Brothers Karama- zov with Marilyn, we'll release her for this picture” ... The next week Einfeld asked, scoffingly: "Got a director in mind for that Goldwyn- Monroe-Karamazov movie?" ... I mentioned one name, Elia Kazan... "In that case," said Einfeld seri- ously, “20th Century-Fox will do the movie." When Marilyn Monroe checked into St. Vincent's Hospital in California, the admissions office questioned her about her religion. She replied "No" to specific denominations, then added: “But | do believe in God." After spending a week in the hospital Miss Monroe was called by one of the directors who said: "You have no private nurse. You haven't asked for one. In fact, you haven't asked for a thing. Isn't there something you want?" ... "Well, maybe just an extra blanket,"' said Marilyn. “It's been cold here nights.” Leonard Lyons in The New York Post like you to meet a fellow we happen to know and we suggest that after you meet him you marry him pronto—and expect that girl to be really in love with this all-of-a-sudden husband. Well, that’s what happened with Marilyn and Jim and, despite Marilyn’s desire for motherhood she and that too-young hus- band were lucky: they didn’t have a child. After a year of bickering and un- happiness, Jim joined the Merchant Ma- rines, and that marriage was that. A more complex marriage Marilyn’s life with Joe DiMaggio was a MS eee lot more complex. The wedding took place in 1954, some eleven years after Jim Dougherty had walked out on her. In those eleven years,’ Marilyn had become the most famous face and figure in the world, a pin-up girl, a Hollywood star. There was nothing now that she couldn’t have. And she decided, after a couple of years of courtship, that she wanted Joe. On the surface, it was all very glamor- ous and exciting. Marilyn had just re- belled against her studio for the first time, refusing to make Pink Tights. Joe told Marilyn to pack her bags and come to San Francisco with him. He asked her to marry him. Yes, all very glamorous and exciting on the surface. But deep in her heart, Mari- lyn knew that as far as she was concerned, she was simply marrying the man she thought she was in love with, the man who would be her perfect husband and the perfect father of her children. “And how she wanted children with Joe!” a very good friend of hers will tell you. “Of course, she was attracted to Joe for lots of the obvious physical reasons— big man, Yankee Stadium muscles, soft pleasant voice. But she was also attracted to the fact that he came from a large, happy Italian family, and to the idea that some day she, too, would have a flock of bambinos all over the place. “Maybe someday... “She was so happy in the beginning,” her friend continued. “I was with them in San Francisco once and she and Joe in- vited me over to dinner at his family’s one night. As soon as we got there Marilyn made a bee-line for the kitchen to watch the DiMaggio women go to town with all the antipastos and the spaghetti and what- have-you. They were a quiet family and most of the time Marilyn just stood there watching, sort of not daring to ask any questions. At one point that night, I re- member, one of the women started pour- ing raisins into the meat she was prepar- ing for meatballs and then she sprinkled something else, a kind of white powder, over the meat and Marilyn whispered to me, ‘I wonder what that is?’ I said to her, ‘Why don’t you go over and ask?’ And she said, still whispering, ‘No, I don’t think they want to be bothered now.’ .. . But they were a very nice family and Marilyn liked them an awful lot and she liked it especially when it came time to sit down at the tremendous table they had in the dining room, and you could just see those beautiful blue eyes of hers look- ing from behind her forkful of veal scal- lopine and counting all the heads that made up the family and thinking, ‘Maybe Somedays ws sae That same friend remembers another night, a little more than a year later—a night that was not so pleasant. This time the place was New York, up in Marilyn’s and Joe’s fancy Sutton Place apartment. And this time a GRrauMAN’s THEATRE klieg light couldn’t help you find any feeling of family love around the place. The night Joe walked out “A little while earlier, Marilyn had been out on Lexington Avenue shooting the famous wind-up-her-skirt scene for The Seven Year Itch,” her friend recalls. “Joe had already made it obvious to the press that he was annoyed with the whole thing. Now, in their apartment, with a few friends around, he was making it obvious to Marilyn. “Like just about anyone else, Joe had a temper on occasion. But this time it was more than temper he was showing. It was real deep-rooted anger. He yelled wasn't she ashamed. of herself standing in the street like that, her skirt being blown up

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. 55. i Sot - her shoulders with a couple of thou- 1 photographers and passers-by stand- around whistling and clapping? Viarilyn answered him at first. ‘It was job, Joe,’ she tried to explain. ‘Every- y's got to do something they don’t like io for their job once in a while.” And as Marilyn was talking, trying to lain, I remembered talking to Tom 31], Marilyn’s co-star in that picture, a little while earlier that day. Tom told me about the day a week or so re, out in Hollywood, when he sat in studio commissary having lunch at the e next to Marilyn. She was eating .e, and Tom noticed that she was read- a book. Out of curiosity, he leaned r for a peek at the title. It was The ie. ‘Marilyn’s really a good girl,’ Tom told me that day, ‘really a good girl.’ 3ut right now Joe didn’t think she'd n acting like such a good girl—and he her so, point-blank. And the more he ed and hollered the more Marilyn named up. She always does this when gets nervous, clams up completely. ‘inally Joe went rushing out of the rtment. As soon as the door slammed t, I saw Marilyn go running off into bathroom. I waited for a moment. n I followed her. When I got to the areom, she was letting the water run 1obody could hear her crying. ‘I wanted aby so much,’ she sobbed, ‘and now re through, and we’ll never have one.” was over, long before it became final h headlines and lawyers, the end of and Joe together; the end of that big ian family to feel a part of—and add to. ‘ilyn: a happy. pregnant wife o Marilyn right now, that night with must seem like it all took place a long, > time ago. But it might not seem so s ago if Arthur Miller, whom Marilyn known and been a little infatuated h before her marriage to Joe, had not 1e back into the picture. If they hadn’t en very much in love with each other _married. If they hadn’t conceived the d that will be theirs soon. Iarilyn’s bad days did end and the py days were here—not again—but lly for the first time in her life. Vhat’s Marilyn like today? he answer to that is easy. She’s a hap- pregnant wife. ight now, as this is being written, she | Arthur are living in an apartment on yw York’s East Side, high over the East er and the Fifty-Ninth Street Bridge. > two very pleasant, very Irish door- n of the Miller building will tell you t Marilyn and Arthur are real stay-at- nes. “Mr. and Mrs. Miller might go out a party or a theater once in a while,” yll say, “but most of the time we only them when they have to come down | walk their dog.” 3y day, Arthur usually sits in his study, head bent over his typewriter, finish- up a novel he’s been working on for last year or so. Marilyn leaves him apletely alone—well, pretty nearly com- tely alone—during these working hours, i passes the time reading, or studying her entry into the Jewish faith, or por- - over the blueprint of the house in nnecticut she and Arthur are building, talking with a friend over the phone, ealling her doctor about some little nptom or other. hen, at night, family time begins. w pretty she is fust like Clark Gable used to do in her lhood dreams, Arthur comes out of his dy and hugs his wife, hugs her hard, i tells her how pretty she is. Then he eeps her up off her feet, carries her vards thé kitchen and tells her, “I’m going to throw you into one of those pots if you’re not making something I like.” Then his face lights up into the kind of smile you rarely see in newspaper photos of him as he asks if it’s gefulte fish or chicken soup or other favorites of his. And Marilyn won’t answer him until he kisses her—and then she'll say, very soft- ly, “Just for you.” At least once a week, Arthur’s mother and father drive over from Brooklyn for dinner with Arthur and another new daughter-in-law. And on that night, un- like those nights a few years ago when Marilyn used to stand back in a corner of that kitchen in San Francisco and watch the DiMaggio women prepare the big family meal, Marilyn prepares the meals from beginning to end with Mrs. Miller— who gave her a few lessons in cooking Arthur’s favorites—allowed to do nothing more than help set the table and then sit back and enjoy herself. After dinner, Arthur and his father— and brother Kermit, if he happens to be along—usually sit in the study and play some cards while Marilyn and Arthur’s mother and sometimes Arthur’s attractive sister Joan, sit in a corner of the living room sipping tea and talking about their favorite subjects—Arthur and the expected baby. “| think it'll be a girl” “Now I must tell you,” the elder Mrs. Miller will say, “that in a Jewish family, before the birth of the baby, there must be no infant’s furniture or clothes brought into the house because it’s a bad luck sign. So no furniture or clothes for the baby.” “No anything for the baby,” Marilyn will echo, nodding. “And of course you know that the baby is named only after a relative who is dead,” Mrs. Miller continues. “Of course, it doesn’t have to be the complete name if you don’t want it. Just the initial will do.” “Just the initial,’ Marilyn repeats. “And if it’s a boy... .” Mrs. Miller may start to say. “But I think it’s going to be a girl,” Marilyn will interrupt. “Never mind you think a girl,’ Mrs. Miller will interrupt right back. “Now if it’s a boy we must get ready to have the bris eight days after the birth, and get the cake, and the wine to drink to you and Arthur and the baby. It’s all very nice.” And all very nice it is for Marilyn right now, these few hours every week, sitting there with her down-to-earth mother-in- law, feeling good and important and happy with family love in a way that no mere movie star, no matter how beautiful or famous or rich, can just pick up a script and feel. In fact, those mid-week visits by the Millers are as much fun as the weekly Sunday visits with Arthur’s two children by his first marriage, Joan Ellen, thirteen, and Robert, nine. Squeals with joy Every Sunday. morning at nine on the dot, Arthur drives out to Brooklyn to pick up his two children. He goes inside the house for a few minutes, says hello to his ex-wife, and then he and Joan Ellen and Robert all pile into the car and are back at the apartment by about eleven. A friend of the Millers, a photographer, who spent a week end with them recently, described the arrival: “Joan and Robert rushed up to Marilyn and gave her a big squeeze and kiss and then Robert asked if it was time to eat yet. Marilyn kidded him, saying she’d forgotten to do any shop- ping for the week end and asked Robert if maybe he’d like to walk up the street a few corners and get them all some hot dogs. Robert, a very polite boy, gulped and said sure he’d go. Then Marilyn laughed and took him into the kitchen and showed him the roast beef and baked potatoes she’d made and the ice cream cake she’d ordered and you should have heard that boy squeal with joy. “After lunch, my wife and I hung around the apartment while Marilyn and Arthur bundled up the kids and took them up to Central Park for a walk and a visit to the zoo. They were gone a couple of hours and it was great to see the four of them walk in together, all holding hands and laughing and trying to outdo one another in imitating a sad-faced giraffe they’d ob- viously spent most of their time looking at. “By this time it was time to eat again and’ Marilyn set up all kinds of luscious cold cuts and potato salad and cole slaw and ginger ale. We all sat around the living room eating buffet style and this was the part of the day devoted to serious conversation—Arthur sitting with Robert having a long talk about how the boy was doing in school, Marilyn sitting with Joan and talking about a few new friends the girl had made and, as I recall, about a very important dress Joan had just bought for a very important party the following Saturday night. “After supper, we all relaxed for a few hours watching television—Arthur still sitting next to Robert, Marilyn sitting and holding hands with Joan. And then at nine” o'clock it was time to go. The good-byes were very excited, filled with lots of ex- clamations of this and that and lots of laughter. I remember too that they took about half an hour to get over with. “Then the door closed. Arthur had left to take the children back home. Marilyn was crying. My wife and I have known her long enough to know that she always cries when she’s very happy. “We've known her long enough, too, to know that she’s going to make—you should pardon the expression—a damn wonder- ful mother!” END Marilyn will soon be seen in an L.O-P. Limited Production The Prince And The Showgirl for Warner Bros. 20 Secs: These pix of Marilyn Monroe were taken on the run by a free-lance photographer. Marilyn. won't pose: she’s going to have a baby and wants privacy to treasure the moments of waiting. } | | |

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FOLDS TO 6” WIDTH—Permits storage in small space when not In use . ... at better stores everywhere or write for FREE literature and name of your nearest dealer. MANCHESTER, MO el’s favorite picture (Continued from page 46) El if he and Nick and Gene would like to go horseback riding with me at Wild Bill Elliott’s ranch. He’s a famous movie cowboy, but he runs a real working cattle ranch. El said yes and we decided to go riding the next day. So late Sunday morning, I parked my car in the hotel garage and took the elevator to El’s floor. I was carrying my drawing tablet, with my Levi jacket thrown over it so it wouldn’t be too noticeable. Gene and Nick were sitting at the breakfast table and Elvis was still in his room. I yelled, “Hi, El!” and he yelled back at me, “Mornin’ Sugar!” I wasn’t hungry, so I sat down on the foot stool left of El’s vacant chair at the table. I put my art tablet, open to 68 the drawing, on the floor where the long white table cloth partially covered it. From where El would be. sitting, I was sure he wouldn’t notice it. On the floor near El’s chair was a phono- graph and some records. I was shuffling through the records, picking out the ones I wanted to hear, when El came into the room. He was wearing frontier pants and socks; no shirt or shoes, and his hair was rumpled, because he had just gotten up. I laughed at him and we traded good natured insults about how scary looking we both were. Of course, El really looked perfectly all right, just not movie-starish, and I looked like you’d expect anbody to look who was about to go horseback riding—jeans, cotton cowboy shirt, and Indian squaw boots. Nick and Gene were wearing riding clothes too. Not fancy, just regular ranch clothes. El sat down [at the table after giving a play: tug at at one of my pig tails. El's LP album The table was loaded with pla jof bacon and toast, several sm | bottles of milk, and six cantalou | halves. Gene had already done aw with one of the melons and so h Nick. El] asked me if I wanted an thing to eat, and I helped mys to some bacon. I like bacon as mu as El does, which means I really li it. As soon as El sat down, he jump up again. There go my chances drawing even a line, I thought, t he was only getting up to put the phono. When I found out wi record he was going to play I v really excited. It was his latest lo playing album, and it wasn’t sche uled to be released for seve weeks. I was going to hear it now. RCA Victor had sent Elvis advance copy, which is just a roug cut version so to speak, though the numbers were included. Little did I know when El fi sat down how fortunate I was go: to be . . . because he sat there over an hour and never got up « cept once to fix the record. The r of the time he had me work + phono. Because it wasn’t a v« good copy of the record, I could understand all the words. El just it play through once and every n and then he’d say, “Listen to tl part there,” or “that part really v sound better when the record con out” or “here’s a part you'll lik Different times he would ask me I thought the record would be success or if I liked a certain part it. He never bragged about h good any of it was, but frequen mentioned how good the boys bac ing him up vocally and instrume: ally were. One part came on t he didn’t like as well as the r El said, “Let it play through o1 so you can hear it, then we wc play it any more.” El notices the pencil Most of the time he was mun, ing on the bacon and drinking m but soon he started in on the mel He takes enormous bites and - can finish off half a cantaloupe a few minutes. Some of the ti he’d just lean back in his chair < sort of gaze off into space; that \ when my pencil was _ busiest. would get just the look I like b and between trying to get it do on paper and listening to his n songs and fixing the phono when needle jumped, I was mighty bi Finally El noticed my pencil + asked what I was doing. I told |, that I was working on the draw, that I had been telling him about so long. He wanted to see it, bu, told him he couldn’t see it unti was finished. Instead of becoming conscious the fact that I was doing his port: and turning pose-ish, El didn’t ) me any mind, and we all went listening to the record. I was so h py I could hardly stand it. H was Elvis Presley actually sitt, still while I drew his portrait; was playing his new record a:| preview for me—and to top it off was singing along with it sometin, I practically forgot all about gc to the ranch. Gene and Nick got up from table. Nick went over and sat

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te > chair to read some magazines. Gene appeared. But El and I just went on tening to the records. After a while El t up from the table and said, “Ill sit in s easy chair here by the record player, d well start the record over again. Pll 1 you-the words that you can’t under- nd on this warped record, and you can on drawing me.” Boy, was I happy! =1 moved to the easy chair and I turned yund to face him. He had taken time to nb his hair, and it Jooked just as I have awn it in the picture. Knowing how rvous Elvis is, I was very surprised at w long he sat still in that chair. Some- 1es he closed his eyes, but mostly he st sat gazing off. Then one by one, he 1g every record on the album to me, and the ones where the words were fast or tra hard to understand, he’d repeat them er and over for me until I knew them by art. Sometimes he’d say, “OK, now listen 21 close.” I'd listen and then he’d sing ht in my ear, and I’d understand every rd. The next time he played it, I could g it right along with him. After a while aw that Gene had come back and was ting on the couch and Nick was gone. ne said that Nick had gone down to the igstore. Pretty soon El played his record “Old Shep.” He wanted me to particular- hear it and to catch all the words. He me over and sat next to me on the or. I had put the drawing aside because vas getting tired and wanted to rest a vy minutes. I was resting my head on the shioned foot-stool and El sat down by - and started singing “Old Shep” real tly. It was so sad—and El sang it with ‘atch in his throat, sort of husky voiced, d he told me how he had been singing it ice he was a boy. I told him I had read 1t he won a prize for singing it, and he d that was true. “It wasn’t first prize anything, but it was at the fair and I ig this song. It really makes me sad sing it.” te sang it so beautifully and with a sort far-away look, and I was about ready ery, because I had seen my little puppy t killed just a few weeks before that. nimic Elvis [| guess I must have been looking real 1 because El put on a record I just love led “Paralysed” and he sang it for me d danced around. It’s a rock ’n’ roll sce, and I got up and was copying his neing around in front of all the mirrors the doors there. El took one look at me micking him and he hollered at me, ey now, you cut that out.” I just laughed d laughed, and he was laughing when copy everything he did—and pretty on I was laughing so hard I just flopped o a chair. El left the room then, and ne was in the kitchen, so I was all alone. hought to myself, “How can anyone say d things about a boy like that who never ed to hurt anybody in his life?” I was nking about how, just then, that whole pring, he had sat still for me while I | his portrait, and how he had the pa- nee and had taken the time to teach me > words to every song on the record. en he had made me happy by dancing, ging and clowning, when he knew I is sad about my pup. it was a beautiful day and I got up and iked over to the wide-open window. it on the sidewalk several stories below, oups of cute girls were standing around their Sunday outfits, and when they saw > they all started yelling and waving, so waved at them. Pretty soon El came ck into the room and waved to them too. ion he put on some Al Hibbler records cd we listened to them while Gene and ck were getting ready to go. By. now El cd his shoes on and a green western sket that he’d bought in Las Vegas and * off we went. What a wonderful day it was! | I was grateful that El had been so co- operative with me, turning his head this way and that, or looking off in a certain direction. For instance, several times—to make sure I had the right conception of his features and facial bone structure—I had felt his face, touched his high cheek bones and his famous sideburns, and tilted his head to the left or right for proper light- ing. El never uttered a squawk. Even when I ran my fingers over the bridge of his nose and poked gently all over his face like it was made of putty, he didn’t com- | plain. No one could have asked for a better subject. I finished the picture the following day, and that night I brought it over to the hotel for El to see. Awaiting El’s decision You can imagine how nervous I was about getting El’s opinion. After all, he had helped me so much by being so patient. He had never sat for any other artist, and it is doubtful that he would be | able to find time to do so again in the near future, even if he wanted to. El was resting. He had been working all | day, and now it was time for him to leave on a personal appearance tour of Texas. | I was really shook when I took the picture | in to him. I held the portrait out to him in its white fold-over frame. He opened it real slowly and looked at it very closely. I was holding my breath so long I must have turned slightly purple. He held it out at arms length and just kept staring at it. Finally he said, “Man, it’s just wonder- | ful! It’s the best picture of me I ever saw! How did you ever do it? I didn’t know you were so talented.” He just kept looking at it like he couldn’t believe it. He said, “It’s great, man; I mean it is really GREAT.” He hollered for Nick and Gene to see it and then the three of them all talked about how good it was. I was ecstatic over El’s reaction to my artistic efforts. He gave me a mighty bear hug and said he was awfully proud of me for doing anything so good and for being so talented. I told him that’s exactly how I feel when he does a real good show or makes a good record. He put the picture up on the dresser and kept looking at it, not saying anything, while everyone also bustled around get- ting ready to leave. He asked me if he could have the picture. I said, “I’m sorry El, but it’s my favorite picture of you, and to me it’s so life like—so really you— that I just can’t part with it. But Pll have it duplicated and send you one.” That’s exactly what I did, and now Elvis | has it in his home in Memphis. When he was ready to go, we took the elevator to the garage, and after El signed a few last autographs wedrove to the sta- tion. On the way to the station we were | listening to the radio and we heard my name. I told El he was certainly lucky to be sitting beside a big celebrity like me. ‘Boy, did we laugh! In the train station Elvis was surrounded by fans. I selected a bunch of magazines for him, and. so did Nick and Gene. Some of the mags had big pictures of El and me together. We whis- | pered a few words to each other, but it was so crowded with all the fans that he headed right for the train. As usual I hated to see Elvis leave. But this time I knew that he’d be coming back to Hollywood soon ... and that it was going to be his town now, at least while he’s making movies, and that’s going to be often. END Elvis can soon be seen in Paramount's Loving You and MGM’s Jail House Rock. Exactly one dollar gets you the life-like, four-color picture of Elvis right on your finger —to wear all the time! His portrait is magnified under clear lucite in a ring that’s out of this world: 18-carat gold plate; adjustable to any finger; guaranteed never to tarnish; designed with about the snazziest groove pattern. But best of all— Elvis on your finger! Is the supply limited? Not on your life! We told the manufacturer to keep his factory going till the last order is in—from you. Of course, the longer you wait to fill in the coupon on the bottom of the page, the longer it’ll take till the ring gets to you. So hurry, ’cause if you saw it—you couldn’t wait! MODERN SCREEN, Dept. P. 10 West 33 St., New York 1, N. Y. Elvis Presley Photoring (s) (how many?) ($1 each, check or money order only please) Name (Please type or print.) Streei City 69

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modern screen beauty try a new hair color for Glamour m “What female would not like to be more attractive?” asks Arlene Dahl, movie star, syndicated beauty columnist and lingerie designer. With that question Arlene really brought all of us gals up to attention. With a unanimous, “You bet we'd like to be more attractive.” How to do it? Arlene suggests that you take one particular month and give specific attention to a special beauty project. With vacation time but weeks away what better month to concentrate on your hair! Have it gleam- ing, bright and even a brand new color to excitingly compliment all of those beautiful duds you've been buying for the best vacation yet. Nearly every girl has already used one or several of the many preparations that highlight, brighten, or color blend the hair—most have had the fun and excitement of streaking or tipping it. But not nearly enough gals have come to the realization that they can become much more at- tractive and glamorous by changing the color of their hair completely. It is a wonderful and fab- ulous idea that has worked wonders on the popularity polls. So why don’t you resolve to try a new hair color, too. Movie stars must change the color of their hair to meet the requirements of the various movie parts they play. Many of them found they were even lovelier with a new hair color—all thought it great fun and some felt that a new hair color changed their life—even their personality. Hair coloring has become a speedy and easy trick. Thanks to the never tiring effort of the chemists and manufacturers. Are you a brunette and secretly thrill to the dream of becoming a beautiful redhead like Arlene Dahl who was born with flaming tresses? Well go right ahead and take the hair coloring step. For today every gal you see is “doing some- thing” or “wanting to do something” about the color of her hair. You can accomplish a complete change of hair color all at once by completely bleaching your hair and applying a new hair color—or—by tackling the project in several steps with a series of bleach- ings that will take the color out of your hair gradually until in the last bleaching it is decolorized sufficiently to apply the new hair color desired. Naturally, if you change the color of your hair slowly over a period of weeks the final change will not be so startling and you and your friends will have time to accustom yourselves to the transformation. If you want to really be dramatic—make the change suddenly. When you have bleached your hair to a completely pale blonde shade (or have decolorized it as a final bleaching is technically called) you can test your secret yearning to be a redhead by using a temporary hair coloring. A temporary hair coloring washes out—so if the hair color you choose is | not too becoming you can simply wash it out and try another color. (Continued on page 74)

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i - modern screen fashions @ A gal just can’t have enough bras, girdles and lingerie in her vacation wardrobe. Today sports and dress-up clothes demand their own particular underpinnings. Here are several garments you will want to add to your summer wardrobe. Left: A scoop for scoop-neck dresses. The front hook nylon alencon lace strapless bra—it has contour cups—a dainty lace edging—and a low criss-cross back of elastic, for perfect com- fort. White. $5. By Hollywood V-ette. Left below: Sports Girdle—a velvety soft natural rubber garment that features gentle control, non-roll top, no bones, no stitching, no cutting and no binding. This all-over perforated garment is easy on and off—just great to wear with slacks, swimsuits and all sports clothes. White or pink. $2. By Kleinert. Right: For your vacation dresses, try this Helen of Troy nylon tricot half-slip with scalloped Florentine-type lace trim. White. About $4. A Stardust fashion— the fully-lined cotton bra with embroidered cups and double elastic band that gives 2- way stretch fit. White. $1.50. Slippers, Honeybugs. Far right: Peter Pan’s nylon lace trimmed bra for every occasion—to wear with scoop, halter or regular necklines. It features a low back, contoured cups, re- movable straps. White or black. $5. Trim companion—Little X girdle by Peter Pan. Of featherlight weave nylon it is criss-crossed in front for firm tummy support. White, black, pink, blue or beige. $5.95. Sandals, Dr. Scholl. On the table Verkade’s delicacies from Holland. # : O i vw : sans All photos by Roger Prigent

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i] | } iH 7] } i a try a new hair color (Continued from page 71) When you are sure of the hair color you want you can use a permanent hair coloring that will not wash out. When you use a permanent hair coloring you must bleach and color the new growth of hair about every two or three weeks. If you are a light blonde and want to become a redhead no pre-bleaching is necessary. Just apply the color desired as in the case of the pre-bleached brunette described above. If you are a blonde and prefer to be a darker color choose the color that becomes you the most and follow the same pro- cedure as described for the redhead. If you are a brunette and want to be a blonde—follow the bleaching procedure as for redhead. Bleach to the desired col- or. If that shade is not the shade you want, shampoo rinse, wash or spray on the desired shade. If the blonde shade is too reddish, tone it down with one of the drab blonde, silver blonde or platinum rinses. To get a perfect color that is exactly what you want, you will have to experiment a few times—so don’t be discouraged if the first job is not just as you dreamed it to be. When tem- porary blonde shade is perfect, you can permanently tint the color. yo eee ~ . If you are a blonde and want to remain a blonde but feel that your hair looks dull and lifeless choose one of the lighten- ing and brightening preparations. Your hair will sparkle anew and your compli- ments will soar. There are also rinsés, shampoos and sprays to brighten mousey looking bru- nette hair, too. These preparations will not permanently color your hair—they will just give your hair a golden highlight that adds up to a glamour look no gal can be without. Among the marvelous preparations for coloring and bleaching your whole head of hair there are also a wide range of preparations that are especially made for tipping or streaking light or dark colors into your hair. Some of the regular color- ing products can be used for this job and then there are others that are made especially to accomplish this intriguing and fascinating trick that is so much the vogue in Hollywood. Remember that prematurely grey hair running as silver threads through your hair is not glamorous. There are special color blending preparations made to blend these grey strands to the natural color of your hair if you do not want to color your whole head to a new color. A whole head of prematurely grey hair can be most dramatic on a young face if it becomes you—however, while you are young if pre- ae 3 } = : ree | maturely grey hair is yours, why not change it during these young years to 2 dramatic fashion color. Blend it to a brunette shade or bleach | it and color it to a brand new color. You) can also make it a pretty great platinum | blonde shade if a darker color is not for you. | There are many, many hair coloring and bleaching preparations on the market | To arrive at just the right ones that you| should use for your particular pleasure’ you should study all the ads and ther) use the trial and error method just a: you do with your cosmetics, home perm: and other beauty preparations. i Hair care between coloring and bleach- ing is quite important. Use softenin; shampoos, and shampoo rinses, to kee} your hair lovely and soft. This added car« is just an extra precaution against the dry. ing summer elements even if otherwise nojj needed. One caution about hair bleaching an¢ coloring. Always be sure and read all th instructions that come with each particu lar preparation—and follow exactly. All the gals in Modern Screen’s beaut department have gone “hair-color con scious” and we are pretty happy over thf whole idea. Why don’t you try it—no And, all anew—take a run to the movie and see Arlene in her next for Columbiz She Played With Fire. EN $100 FOR YOU: Fill in the form betow as soon as you've read all the stories in this issue. Then mail it to us right away because each of the following readers will get $10—the one who sends us the first questionnaire we open; the 100th; the 200th; the 400t 2000th; the 3000th. Get it? For example, if yours is the 1000th we open, what do you get? Why, h; the 600th; the 800th; the 1000th; the 1500th; the $10 of course! Please check the space to the left of the one phrase which best answers each question: 10. | LIKE DIANA DORS: 1. | LIKE GRACE KELLY: 4. | LIKE DEBORAH KERR 7. | LIKE NICK ADAMS: ] more than almost any star (J a lot (1 more than almost any star (] a lot (J more than almost any star [J a lot (J more than almost any star [) a lot CI fairly well C] very little () not at all | [] fairly well C) very little (] not at all | [) fairly well () very little [J not at all | 5 fairly well D very little [ not at all C] don’t know her well enough to say | [_) don’t know her well enough to say don’t know him well enough to say don’t. kn h il ht | READ: [Jall of her story (part [Jnone | 1 READ: [jJall of her story (_jpart [Jnone READ: [J all of his story (J part (] none () don ow her well enough to say IT HELD MY INTEREST: super-com- | IT HELD MY INTEREST: [_] super-com- | IT HELD MY fall super-com- | 1 READ: [] all of her story (J part (J none pletely [] completely (} fairly well | pletely [] completely (j fairly well | pletely (1) completely | fairly well | j7 HELD MY INTEREST: [] super-com- very little () not at all T) very little (j not at all (1 very little (J not at al pletely [ completely [] fairly well f 0 very little (J not at all 2. 1 LIKE ELIZABETH TAYLOR: 5. | LIKE ELVIS PRESLEY: 8. 1 LIKE SUSAN HAYWARD: O mone whan anos ar Pari = lot [J more than almost any star [) a lot {J more than eimast any sat Ip 7 11. | LIKE DENNIS HOPPER: airly we very little not ata fairly well very little not at all fairly well very little not at a 1 don’t know her well enough to say . don’t veueisiNS vali cane all H don't know7her well enough to say | LJ more than almost any star [j a lot } READ: [7] all of her story (] part [j none IT HELD MY INTEREST: [] super-com- pletely [] completely (J fairly well (J very little (] not at all 3. | LIKE INGRID BERGMAN: {1 more than almost any star (] a lot fairly well ( very little [J not at all don’t know her well enough to say EAD: (_] all of her story (j part (J none IT HELD MY INTEREST: [1] super-com- pletely (| completely [1 Overy little (J not at all fairly well 1 READ: { jal! of his story ()part [jnone iT HELD MY INTEREST: an super-com- pletely [] completely fairly well very little () not at all O | LIKE MARILYN MONROE: more than almost any star [) a lot fairly well ( very little (J not at all don’t know her well enough to say EAD: (|) all of her story (J part () none HELD MY INTEREST: i super-com- etely [] completely fairly well very little (J not at all SSRs? 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how we saved our broken marriage (Continued from page 57) know—I want to.” Diana wanted to, too. She felt safe in his arms. He was big enough and strong enough to lean on; shrewd enough to rely on. And she loved him. “Why can’t you ask me to marry you?” she whispered against his lips. There were many reasons, but they all boiled down to money. Dennis was hav- ing a tough enough time just supporting himself. “How much will I ever make selling water softeners? Sure I’m good at it. I know how to sell and I know how to promote. But to make money, I need a product that’s sensational. Water soft- eners!” Diana’s mind was racing. “Think I’m a sensational enough prod- uct?” she asked. And they knew in that instant that they had it. Diana Dors had beauty and talent—and it wasn’t a bit of good to her or anybody else until the big men who make out the contracts knew about her. Jack Parr was driving past the George Washington Bridge. He told his daughter the name of the bridge. "How could that be?" she snapped. ‘| thought he had chopped it down." Paul Denis And knew that the public knew about her, and wanted her. “We'll make a million,” Dennis shouted, swinging his product up in his arms. “And we wont stop till we’ve done it!” Five weeks from the day they met, they were married. I was already driving Di; even on her wedding day. The campaign had already started. It was our wedding day, and in- stead of realizing how sentimental a woman is, and that all Di wanted was the somber dignity of the ceremony that joined us together as husband and wife— I was already using everything to make her a world star. “Call the newspapers" They went to the register office for the license. And were turned down. Diana was only nineteen, under age. She would need her parents’ permission. That was no problem. Diana got their consent on an official form, and Diana and Dennis set another wedding day. The evening before their wedding, Diana and Dennis sat in a small tea shoppe, drinking cup after cup because they couldn’t say good-night to each other. “T love you, Di. Someday you're going o have everything. you’ve ever wished for. That’s what I want for my wife; I won’t stop working at it until you have every- thing money can buy.” Then, suddenly, Dennis sat up like a ram-rod. “I’m going to call all the news- papers—and the newsreels. They’re not going to turn us down a second time be- cause you’re under age, not with a mob of newspapermen there they won’t!” “But Dennis, we have my parents’ per- mission; there won’t be any trouble about it this time.” “We don’t have to tell the report- ers that! Just think what a spread it'll make! Itll get your name back in print . . . people will start remembering you. Maybe even a producer or ee “But, Dennis,” and her voice sounded very small, “it’s our wedding day.” “We've got to make a splash, honey. That’s what makes the difference. You 7¢, could be the greatest, Di, and there’d be a dozen others just as great, just as pretty. Not to me, of course,” he added with the little smile that always turned her heart over, “but success isn’t just talent: it’s making people want you. And to want you, they’ve got to know about you. Any way that it can be done.” So Diana Dors said I do to the accom- paniment of flashlight bulbs. But after the wedding, after they had paid the demands of Ambition, the two of them could be alone and Diana could begin to treasure her first moments as a wife. They went to a movie—‘“My charming wife treated me,” Dennis laughs, “I was flat broke”—stopped for one champagne cocktail, because it was their wedding day—“and then we were both broke!” They got home to their flat, looked at each other and burst out laughing. “We found it so amusing,” Diana explains, “that we had absolutely nothing but each other.” So they bought a Rolls Royce. “We had only been married a few months,” Diana remembers, “and were up to our eyes in debt, and I couldn’t get any acting jobs. We barely managed to pay the rent—occasionally. But my _ head- strong husband decided, ‘We are going to buy a Rolls Royce. Not next week, next month, or sometime. Todav!’ “IT must have looked at him as if he had two heads, because he added quickly, ‘Honey, it’s the only way to make you a big star, the quick way.’ A smooth talker “Well, Dennis forgot all about the water softeners that he was supposed to be selling, and we stopped at a used car dealer’s yard. This husband of mine is one of the fastest, smoothest talkers go- ing, and after half an hour we left the place in a 1931 Rolls, having left our old blue wreck as a down payment. “Tt was amazing the effect that car had on us. We felt as if we had money to burn right away. And Dennis was right about putting up a front. One man had offered me about a hundred dollars to do some work. He was so startled at seeing us drive up to meet him in a Rolls Royce that he agreed to triple the fee. Of course, we didn’t tell him that we had to scrape up our last shilling to buy two gallons of gas! “That money helped us pay some of our pressing debts. Then, a little while after we got the Rolls, we had to get out of our furnished apartment: we couldn’t pay the rent.” Dennis and Diana sat on the couch of the only home they had ever known _ to- gether, and looked at the small printed paper that told them they had one week in which to find another home. “TIL start looking tomorrow, Dennis; we'll find another apartment somewhere.” “Apartment? We'll get a house!”’ “Some day, honey, of course we will.” “No! Not some day. Now!’ Then, see- ing the look on Diana’s face that meant she was a little scared of biting off more than they might be able to chew, Dennis added, “Look. It’s the fast way. Like with the Rolls Royce. What difference does it make if it’s just a little money we owe —or a lot? Either way we haven’t got it. But this way, if we make a big enough splash and attract enough atten- tion, some day we will have it!” Everyone must know the Dors name So they rented a furnished house “There was no trouble about references,’ Diana explains, “Dennis took the precaution of writing our own!” And they left the Rolls Royce parked in front of it—another Se ae ae | attention-getter. ‘We raked in a for’ tune in parking tickets,’ Dennis admit: “but it was worth it! A Rolls parked ir! front of our home, plus a few items i the papers, and there were quite a fev people who knew that ‘that’s where tha’ actress Diana Dors lives.’” Diana was offered a part in a revu | called Rendezvous, at a salary of $755 “Dennis fought, and got me double.” ; “Finally,” sighed Dennis, “the break || started coming. First we signed a contrac | for a show Life With The Lyons with Beb | Daniels and Ben Lyon. The salary wa $300 a week, and we were so green tha we thought that it was a fortune. Some one to whom I will always be greatly in debted is the agent Joe Collins—he’s Joa Collins’ father, by the way. Honest Joc as we called him, taught me some more o the brutal facts about show busines: ‘Talent is just about the least importan thing, he said, ‘if Diana is a differen) personality she will last. But she ha to behave like a great star” I took Joe’ advice and promptly bought Di a pair o leopard-skin trousers, and had the ca upholstered to match.” Di goes blonde It was on advice from Dennis that D went bright blonde. Dennis kept u his habit of thinking up ideas to put he name in the news; seldom did a wee! pass without some mention of the Dor name in the papers. To help the Dors legend, I found house in the veddy veddy fashionabl Chelsea section of London. I told Di jus how we would re-decorate: in the garde we'd put a grotto, adding fish, love bird and a waterfall that would change color: That should get quite a few columns co nemspaper space! When Dennis first told Di about th Chelsea house, she listened with a quic that he was unaccustomed to. His en thusiasms, his publicity ideas, had al. ways gotten her as hopped up as he go At each little victory on the road the’ had planned together, she had felt the sam | thrill that he felt—feeling their goal c fame and fortune getting nearer. But now she sat quietly, her shoulder bent with an unfamiliar weariness. “What's the matter, Di? You'll love th house!” “Tt isn’t that. I’m sure it’s lovely.” “Don’t you think it’s a terrific idea—) fish, love birds, colorful fountain . . . It’! knock them for a loop. Stars haven’t live: like stars for years . . . these days it’ different. The papers will eat it up!” — “Tt’s not that I don’t think it will work. “Then what’s the matter?” “Its* just that) sees And suddenly her shoulders straightene”* and her eyes got that glint that mear| Diana was about to say something the was terribly important to her. } “Dennis, for the first time in years we | not in debt. We have some money in th bank. Jobs are coming in regularly—an even if they didn’t, the real estate in PHOTOGRAPHERS’ CREDITS The photographs appearing in this issue are credited below, page by page: 6-7—Globe Photos; 8—Columbia; 10—Para- mount, Darlene Hammond, Imperial Studios; 12—-Globe Photo; Warner Bros.; 14—Globe Photos, RKO; 16—RKO, U-I, MGM, Globe Photos, Bob Beerman; 18—-Mondadori Press; 20—Warner Bros.; 29—-Phil Burchman; 31— INP, Howell Conant of Topix; 32-35—Howell Conant of Topix; 34-37—-E. 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’ . ments you've been making for the ‘st couple of years are paying ofi— nough so we wouldn’t have to worry. “T want to have a baby, Dennis.” “Now?” he said, almost yelling in his irprise. _ “T want a baby.” “But there’s plenty of time for that. want children, too, Di; you know that. ut this isn’t the time. If we take the me now—” “Tt doesn’t take that long to have a baby. Je have enough money to carry us long.” “Tt isn’t the money! Sure we have nough. But we haven’t the time! Months way from the public, and we'll have to art all over again, from the bottam!” He walked over to her, sat down on 1e couch beside her, took her in his rms and brushed her forehead with a ght kiss. “Di, Ilove you. I want to give ou everything you want. I want to 1ake money for you so you can live the ‘ay youve dreamed of living since you ‘ere a kid. And we can do it. I can get ou to the top. Once weve there we'll e able to do anything. Once we're on top ‘ell have time for all the other things. “Don’t you think I want children, too? jon’t you think I want to drag out my illfold every time I meet an old friend, > show him a picture of the wife and iddies? Don’t you think I want a tyke s pretty as her mother or,’ Dennis miled, “as handsome as his Old Man? “But not now, Di. This isn’t the right ime. It would just spoil everything. Vhen we’ve made that million, then well e able to do whatever we want to. Don’t ou see, Di?” So they took the house in Chelsea, and dded the fish and the love birds and a vaterfall that changed colors. And it aid off. hey have i¢ all At the beginning of 1955, the shrewd Ir. Hamilton decided that it was Holly- vood Diana Dors had to conquer before he’d reach the dream she’d dreamed all ier life. For that she’d need a top film agent. ‘he best in London, Al Parker, agreed 0 represent her, and the first result f the association was a marvelous con- ract with the RANK Stupios. And soon hey had it all—_the swimming pool and |. magnificent new home to go with t, an airplane, yacht, new Rolls Royce, cadillac, Jaguar, nine business companies, wenty-five real estate investments—and ots and lots of money. And one other hing: ever since they’ve known each ther there’s only one thing that they vere more crazy about than making Diana . star—and that was each other. They ad that too, that crazy crazy feeling for ‘ach other. Nobody kas known till now that a year igo Diana was going to have a_ baby. Vhen our doctor told her, Di was too urprised—and happy—to believe it. Then sir William Gilliatt, the Queens obste- rician, confirmed it ... and Di walked round in a daze with the happiness of t all coming true at last. Her own per- onal dream, the thing she really wanted. The blow fell when Diana lost the baby. She was terribly ill for three months. But she never complained. And she kept her ears for when nobody was around. When she recovered, I began driving her mm again, always searching for ways to make her a world star. Diana made a few films for Ranx that were tremendous successes, and one of hem, Blonde Sinner, was considered just right for release in this country. It wasn’t more than a couple of weeks later that Dennis came bounding into their home, shouting “We’ve got it?’ He picked TAB’S MILLION-DOLLAR ~- LOVE SONG @ One of the hottest singers in the platter world today is Tab Hunter. How did it all happen? How did an actor who’s never sung a note in pictures sell two million platters of his very first recording? Love gets much of the credit for Tab’s million-dollar love song. He cut his record at the moment when he felt. for the first time in his life. the genuine stirring of love. It all began several months ago when Tab was in Chicago making personal appearances with The Burning Hills. The screaming ovation 10.000 girls gave Tab after his first number got him a call from Dor Recorps in California. “I’m strictly a showerbath singer.” he told them. “I don’t want to make a record and be laughed it.” But he finally agreed to make the record on one condition. “You must promise that if I don’t like the way I sound. you won't release it.” Dot agreed to gamble the cost of the recording session, about $5.000. on Tab. At that time. Tab was going with the beautiful French actress. Etchika Choureau- Tab was gone on the girl and he saw everything through the hazy light of love. “Why,” replied Tab firmly, when asked what kind of song he wanted to record. “TI want to do a love song. There’s nothing like love.” That’s how a new number called “Young Love” happened to be chosen over a rock *n’ roll tune that had originally been selected. At the recording session. Tab was so nervous he opened his sport shirt and kicked off his shoes. He grinned shakily and muttered. “I’m just plain scared.” After fourteen hours of rehearsal. he stood before the mike, and began. When the playback was turned on, Tab rushed from the room. “I can't bear to hear myself.” But he peered through the glass booth at Randy Wood.-the head of Dot Recorps.When he saw Wood’s face light up in a broad smile. he opened the door. “How’m I doing?” he grinned. Wood jumped up and grabbed his hand. “We've got a hit!” Only then did Tab sit down and listen to his record. It was an instant click, and it hit the 1,000,000 mark in two weeks! Tab’s floating on air these days. He’s just finished an album called “Tab Sings.” and his fabulous success as a vocalist has opened a whole new career to him. What made Tab’s song such a quick click? “His voice is low and sexy,” says one disc jockey. “He’s got a commercial voice.” explains Wood. Others describe it as a “healthily romantic style.” But a fan sums it up best of all. “Tab.” wrote the girl. “you sing like a guy in love.” Tab will soon be seen in Warner Bros. Lafayette Escadrille. the startled Mrs. Hamilton up and whirled her around at the same dizzying speed that had sent her head spinning on that moon-lit walk so many years ago. “Parker got you a contract with RKO in Hollywood! I wouldn’t let them put in any options, and RKO agreed! In a few months we’re going to be on our way—to the biggest, richest, gaudiest film capital in the world!” But there was something wrong. Diana wasn’t laughing or hugging him or look- ing as if she cared at all. “Whats the matter, Di? Don’t you realize what it means? Were there, what we’ve been working for. Weve hit the top and now all we have to do is sit and watch the money roll in.” Quietly Diana looked at her husband. “When do we stop?” she asked. “What?” “Dennis, when do we stop. When do we stop scheming and working and knock- ing ourselves out. And really start living?” “What are you talking about? We never had it so good!” “That's what I mean, Dennis. We have everything now . . . that money can buy,” and like a cry in a desert of emptiness Diana asked, “when are we going to stop pushing; when are we going to start having children?” Dennis looked at his wife as if he couldn’t believe what he had just heard. “Di, you don’t understand. The contract is the first step. A couple of pictures and youll be famous throughout the whole world. Then were there. Then we can sit back and relax and enjoy it and have children and take the time to watch them grow. But not yet. Not now.” I don’t know. Even when I was talking to her, the words had a familiar ring. But I didn’t realize that it was because I had said them so often to Di, each time we hit a new high—for us—and Di wanted to il a

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take time out to rest, relax, enjoy the things we had worked so hard to get. And I'd want to push ahead, right away, while the iron was hot. It just didn’t sink in, that I was pushing her too hard, that I was forgetting she was a woman with the wants and needs of every woman. Who's Mr. Dors? So they went to Hollywood. “A lot more trouble started when we went to Hollywood,” Diana said recently. “There nobody knew anything about Den- nis. As far as they were concerned, he was just my husband. They labeled him as they label all film stars’ husbands out there. He became Mr. Dors. I told them that he often earned more money than I did, and that he had big property interests at home. I explained that he was respon- sible for most of my success. But it was no good. And it was humiliating for him. “And there was the swimming pool in- cident. “One thing I’d like to make entirely clear to everybody is the facts regarding that dunking. Dennis gave the man who pushed me in the pool a jolly good hiding —hbecause he considered it very bad man- ners to come to somehody’s house, accept their hospitality, and then push the hos- tess in the pool just to get a good picture. Dennis would have laughed off the soak- ing he got, but when he saw me embar- rassed and made to look a fool—just for a picture—it was too much for him. Par- ticularly since I could have easily frac- tured my skull being pushed backwards into the water. Anyway, later we had an apology from the photographer and _ his employer. “And just to help things,’ Diana went on, “I was always being misquoted. You can get very fed up with that. If I said I liked a Cadillac, next day the headlines would read Dors says Cadillacs are su- perior to Rolls Royces—or something of that sort. It was no good trying to get corrections made either. That only made things worse. But I got on very well with all the Hollywood gossip columnists —except for one. Don’t misunderstand me—we made some wonderful friends— Louella Parsons and Cobina Wright— were particularly kind to us. But there is one man whom I'd like to match blow for blow when I go back again next June! “There were others things, too. All day, I'd be working and Dennis would have nothing to do. He’d loaf about the big house we bought in Beverly Hills, getting more and more depressed. And he spent a lot of frustrating time on the transat- lantic telephone trying to keep his busi- ness affairs going in England. Then I’d get home at night, tired from all-day at the studio, and naturally Dennis would want to go out and have a little fun. The arguments start “That began our arguments. Some nights he’d arrange a dinner party, or something like that. I’d come home tired and irritable and bawl him out for not asking me first. Well, Dennis got more and more bored with nothing to do. And I got more and more tired with working from six in the morning to eight at night.” You know the rest. First the rumors in the gossip columns, then Dennis leaving for England—alone. Diana lost fifteen pounds during the last couple of weeks shooting on her first American film. A property settlement was made. Her name was coupled with Rod Steiger’s. Divorce. Then Diana returned home to England. The next day, Dennis and Diana met for several hours. “Reconciliation?” asked the reporters. “No,” Diana answered. ‘Dennis will continue to act as my busi- ness manager, that’s all. As a business manager—well, there’s no one like him. I’m grown up enough to. realize that there must be thousands of girls in the world who have far more to offer in beauty and acting ability than I have. That’s not modesty—just stating a fact. But talent is nowhere near enough. To succeed in show business you have to showcase all you have—and persuade people that what you have to sell is different. By making so many people conscious of me, Dennis made me a star.” Five years of a supremely happy mar- riage, one of the most amazing rags-to- riches stories—and now it was their un- happiness that was making the headlines. That evening Dennis and Diana met again. “Reconciliation?” asked the reporters the r a ie nae . ft next afternoon, catching them at lunch “It’s too soon to tell,” answered Denni and faced them. When the wheelchair stopped at the exit, you bounced out of it smiling and said, “I feel wonderful, and I didn’t lose any weight.” You had a wardrobe fitting scheduled at the studio for the next morning. It would have been easier to stay at home, but you didn’t cancel the fitting. You walked into the office with your head high, paused for a moment, and threw out the words, “Good Morning” as you had al- ways done. Then you turned around an. walked slowly back to the fitting roon I guess that’s the answer Susan. The an’ swer to how you lived through those las desperate years. Only once did you los the courage that made you fight for whe you wanted—your career, your childrer And now, your happiness. Nobody knows exactly what it was i you that made Floyd Eaton Chalkley loo’ at you and—finally—decide to stride acros the whispers and the warnings. He kne\ about you, who you were and what you} life had been, long before he ever met you } And it must have been hard for him t. blot out the picture that the scandals drev Or maybe, being an attorney, he was use to looking behind the evidence to discove truth. And he was strong enough to hav. faith in the woman he loved. : That’s why, Susan, we didn’t mind < all not knowing the inside dope on thi Hollywood romance—with the happy end | ing. We’re glad you kept it secret until th love Floyd felt for you had time to gro and be strong enough to stand the glar | of headlines repeating old tragedies. Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Chalkley Sincerely yours, David Myei Susan’s currently in Warners’ Top Se cret Affair. Watch for her soon in 20t Century-Fox’s The Sun Also Rises. ;

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why jean peters disappeared (Continued from page 61) her. And they will not discuss her, or her whereabouts or—most especially—her love life. They think it’s better for all concerned to try to forget for a while that Jean Peters exists. She was seen once on the street. The man who saw her was an old friend and he knew her, despite the fact that she wore shapeless clothes and—most ineredible—a blonde wig. He knew her because “there’s only one person in the world whose eyes are that unhappy. Jean Peters... .” whose life is more like a mystery novel than anything else, whose story is one of the most carefully guarded secrets Holly- wood has ever possessed—and never told. Here is that story. It’s complete. But it’s only fair to say at this point that there is a man in this story whose name will ‘not be given. If you know your Holly- wood and its people, perhaps you'll recog- nize him at once. If you are baffled or disappointed, we apologize. But there is nothing we can do about it. The name cannot be given. The mystery began in Hollywood, but the seeds were sown long before. They were sown in a small Ohio town when a bewildered eleven-year-old girl finally came out of a stupor of grief to face a world in which her beloved father no longer lived. She was popular in high school and the class president invited her to the senior prom. She came home and told her moth- er about it without a flicker of interest. “Honey,” her mother said, “why, that’s marvelous. We'll get you a new dress— something really special. Whze' color would you like?” “I don’t know,” Jean said. “I haven’t thought about it.” "They're not the best" Her mother sat down, folded her hands and looked at her daughter. “Jean, I don’t understand you. Here you have a date with one of the nicest boys in town, and you don’t turn a hair. Don’t you like Ed? Isn’t he nice?” _ “He’s nice,” Jean said slowly. “Sure he is. They all are ... all the boys are nice.” Then suddenly, to her mother’s surprise, she was down on her knees, holding the arm of her chair, talking urgently. “But I can’t get excited about Ed, Mom. Or any of them. Look, they’re not—they’re not the best. Do you see that?” “The best,” Mrs. Peters echoed. Her daughter shook her head, trying to find the words. “They’re not special. There isn’t one of them who does any- thing better than anyone else in the world. I can even beat them at half the things they do. Do you see? I—I don’t care what it would be, Mom. But for me to get all excited about a boy—he’d have to do something best. Dig the best ditches, sweep the best streets, I don’t care. But something.” She straightened up. “Like Dad,” she said softly. “He was the best. And I’m waiting for someone like him.” “They're all so dull" When she graduated from high school, she went to college. The Universtry OF Onto, because they had a good educa- tion department and she wanted to be a teacher. Nights from eight to ten any- one who wanted Miss Peters could locate her in the college library, behind the two highest stacks of books in the room. Read- ing. Taking notes. Studying. Shé was going to be the best teacher in Ohio. When the library closed she packed up her books and took them back to the dorm with her. o> Ee ee At the hall desk, they’d give : = ARR I perce. aera he A en eggheads had called. Freshmen and sen- iors. Once, rumor had it, a faculty mem- ber. It didn’t matter who they were— they all called Jean. Most of them she turned down. Sometimes she’d accept a date with a little thrill of excitement— she’d heard about this boy—he was sup- posed to be quite something. Her room- mate would wait up for her. “Well?” Jean would empty her evening bag, ap- ply a brush to her hair. “Oh, he asked me to the game next week... .” “SOs “I told him I was busy. Oh, why are they all so dull?” featured in the june issue of modern screen (on sale may 7) territic stories and exciting pictures of: june allyson, lana turner, elizabeth taylor, eddie fisher, kim novak, and many others. And introducing to our readers— the sensational singer-actor, harry belafonte all this—and much more—in thé june modern screen The other girls didn’t mind her being popular. Jean never took a boy com- . pletely out of circulation; one date or two, and she’d toss him back to the stag-line and the other girls. The longer she stayed in college, the fewer dates she ac- cepted. When she had been there two years one of the girls remarked, “You know, Jean, they’re going to vote you the prettiest girl on campus next month. Then youll really be swamped .. .” : Jean’s mouth dropped. “They couldn't. I’m not—” “No, huh? Go take a look at yourself.” A contract and a trip ~ been here a few weeks. _ pily into a seat. In no bees SSS Re Rey Jean looked, and her mouth set grimly. The next morning she came down to I breakfast without a drop of make-up on,’ if her hair pulled back behind her ears. That i afternoon she went shopping. She bought if three sweaters, two sizes too large, and al, pair of baggy slacks. She wore nothing’ else for weeks. . HT But it didn’t help. Someone sent her ) photo in to the judges, and they chose | her Ohio’s prettiest. The prize was a trip | to Hollywood and a contract at 20TH CEN- ft TURY-Fox. : The dorm was a madhouse. “What are. you going to do, Jean?” “Do?” Jean said. “I’m going to take it, } 0: course.” | “But—you always said—” } “T always said I wanted to travel, didn’t | I? Goodness, do you realize how long it? would take me to save up enough money 4 to go all the way to California? I wouldn’t ~ miss this for the world .. .” - “But the contract—” + “Oh, that,” Jean laughed happily. | “When they shove me up in front of ay camera with Gary Cooper and tell me to* act, it won’t be more than five minutes | before they give me my return ticket.» I'll be lucky if they don’t ride me out of | town! ‘on aprail eee ae So she went to Hollywood. In Hollywood, contest winners are a dime a dozen—on a good day. They gave} Jean a hotel room, a tour of the city, a” walk through the studio and a screen test with another unknown. She limped). through it, agonized, wishing they’d let her go back to her sight-seeing. And the rest of her week was spoiled because every time the phone rang she was sure | it was the studio calling, telling her to get | out of town before anyone found out what a booboo they’d pulled, bringing her all the way here. But no one called. Fin- | ally, her heart in her mouth, Jean called. She supposed, she said, that the test had been reviewed and they had no further use for her; so if they’d just give her the return-trip ticket, she’d get back in time for the spring semester .. . “Heavens, no!” they told her at the studio. “Why, no one’s even seen your test yet. You mustn’t leave town—you’re under contract.” “Then give me some work to do,” she said. “Give me a walk-on, or send me to acting school, or something. I don’t want | to just sit around here.” “Heavens, Miss Peters. You’ve only Now, you just settle back and pick up your check every Friday, and enjoy yourself.” —_S it Lonesome and bored i So she stayed. She took bus tours, and had the homes of the famous movie stars | pointed out to her. She went out to La- guna Beach and perfected her back stroke. feeling somewhat out of place among all those mink-lined bathing suits. She went to the movies and to the theatre alone. She got lonesome and bored. Finally she wrote her mother. Dear Mom, I'm getting the creeps. No one here knows I exist. I miss you and school and | everything. The heck with the money. I’m coming home... She bought her own ticket and got on the train for Ohio. Before she left, she decided, she’d telephone that man at 20TH | —the nice one who had called once or twice to find out if she had everything |} she needed while she was in Hollywood. She thought she should let him know she was leaving. But she wasn’t going to give him a chance to keep her from going; she called from the station. “Train’s pulling out—got to go,” she said, hanging up. She dashed down the platform, collapsed _haj - i

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hool teacher in Ohio. : But meanwhile that nice man back at e studio, the man who was to be such a od friend to Jean, hung up the phone d pushed his way past four secretaries -o Darryl Zanuck’s office. “Jean Peters s gone home!” he -said. “Peters?” said Zanuck. “Who's Peters?” So they dragged her test out and owed it to him. And while the black d white figures still flickered vaguely the projection-room screen, the voice Darryl Zanuck was heard. “GET THAT GIRL OFF THAT TRAIN!” Halfway to Ohio, Jean Peters switched 2ins and was on her way back to Holly- 90d. They took her in to see Zanuck. “T hear you don’t want to be an actress,” . said. “T don’t want to be anything,” Jean said. ot unless I can be good—or better than od. And I don% know anything about ting.” “Then let me tell you this,” Zanuck aned across the desk. “Acting is a job ce any other job. You have a spark for But the rest is work. Do you know yw to work?” “That,” she said, “I do.” “Then well make an actress out of you.” That was 1947, before the mystery be- nm. Jean attacked acting. And then came 1948, and Jean went to a wty, and fell in love for the first time her life. iralyzed! She didn’t catch his name when they ere introduced. If she had, it would ave had a vaguely familiar ring. She xticed that his hair was graying slightly id his face was handsome and consid- ably stronger than the other handsome ces seattered through the room. And 2 Bae eaten te Ee Fe a he was definitely an older man.- That was all she had time to notice, because before she had finished saying how do you do he had propelled her across the room, de- posited her on a sofa and started telling her how bad an actress she was. It brought Jean out of her polite smile like a bolt of lightning. “Now, just a min- ute. What do you mean, I’m no good?” “T mean what I say. You have a talent, but you're using it all wrong. You—” Her mouth was open, but she closed it carefully, wet her lips and said, “I never heard of such nerve in my life! Every- body tells me Im very good. Everybody says—” “There’s one difference,” he said calmly. “I’m telling you. And I know.” He grinned. His face softened and his eyes smiled. “Why didn’t you go to the premiere of your last one? I looked for you.” Maybe it was the smile. Maybe it was hypnotism. Jean said, dazed, “I dont know why. but Ill tell you the truth. I didn’t have the nerve. I don’t care very much what all those people think of me on the screen. But if they saw me in person—why, they’d take one look and they'd know how bad I am—you know?” She stopped. She shook her head. “What's got into me?” The man was laughing. “Dont go away,’ he said. “Ill get us something to eat.” “Go away?” Jean muttered. “I can't move. I’m paralyzed!” Powerful beyond belief He got up and she watched him stride across the crowded room. She looked at his broad back and noticed that everyone, men and women. stepped automatically aside to let him pass. She turned to a woman sitting near her and asked, “Who is he? That man I was talking to... .” ee ln The woman looked at her. startled. “Who is he? Good Lord, girl, where have you been all your life?” So she told her. She told her his name. He produced movies. Controversial mov- ies that everyone talked about. But if he never made another movie, he would still have been very, very rich. He owned factories. Stocks. Businesses. If the full extent of his many varied contributions to the national defense were known, he would be even more famous than any number of movies could make him. He was athletic. A good dancer. Hand- some, as anyone could see. Charming. school teacher in the whole state of Ohio. ful beyond belief. Jean listened. her eyes still following the figure moving through the crush. The fact that he was rich made no impression. _The fact that he was powerful meant noth- ing to her—she didn’t understand power —then. But the list of this man’s accom- plishments—that was something else. “He —seems to do a lot of things well, doesn’t - he?” she said. “Well? He does almost anything bet- ter than anyone else .. .” Jean nodded, slowly. “Is he married?” she murmured. Her companion laughed suddenly. “Mar- ried? No. And that’s the rub. Never will get married. Ask anyone. Ask—” She reeled off a list of movie beauties. but Jean wasn’t listening. In her mind she was composing a letter home. Dear Mom—I met a man today. It’s funny how he reminds me of Daddy, and yet I don’t feel daughterly towards him at all... Almost before he returned with the plate of cold cuts and a drink, Jean was in love with him. The first love is liable to hit a girl hard. 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82, Rock. also starring Bill Haley and his Comets. ALAN DALE’S special graduation @ When Alan Dale was in his last year at Davin. A. Boopy Junior Hicw in Brooklyn. he really had it made. He’d been voted the most popular boy, he was vice president of the student council, and everyone knew him as the guy who sings real good. To Alan, Senior High appeared to be a cinch—like Junior High, only bigger. with even more chances for a guy to stand out—as long as. he had something on the ball. Alan was in for an awful let-down. The trouble started with one person. His Senior High home-room teacher. Mr. Jones —that’s not his right name—was just plain nasty. He picked on kids for no reason. He assigned loads of homework just before week ends and holidays. He did every- thing possible to make the boys and girls miserable. At first Alan took it like the rest. He slumped in his seat. trying to be as incon- spicuous as possible. For a while it worked—he wasn’t picked on. Then one day his luck changed. He was walking through the halls, tune, when someone grabbed him by the ear. It was Mr. Jones. “Well, if it isn’t Bing Crosby.” the teacher said. still holding “Making a racket in the halls, disturbing all the classes.” “But there aren’t any classes now,” Alan answered. “It’s between periods.” A few students who had stopped to watch laughed at Alan’s answer. This infuriated Jones. He twisted Alan’s ear even harder and dragged him to the dean’s office. This was the first of many trips Alan and Mr. Jones took to the dean. At home, Alan’s folks began to worry about him. He didn’t eat, he barely talked, and worst of all, he stopped singing. Alan wouldn’t tell them what was wrong. To himself Alan kept saying, “Don’t blow your top. Easy does it. Don’t blow your top. Don’t. blow your top.” Each week he would mark the calendar in his room— twenty more weeks to graduation, nineteen more weeks to go, eighteen more weeks. And then it happened, three weeks before graduation. A fellow in Alan’s home-room started to giggle. It was contagious. Soon the entire room was rocking with laughter. Jones ran up and down the aisles, shouting: “Order, order! Shut up! Shut up. all of you! Stop laughing at me! Stop laughing at me!” That did it. Shocked silence. No one had been laughing at Jones. Shocked silence, except from the original giggler who couldn’t muffle his hysterical laughter. Suddenly, Jones muffled it’ for him. He struck him across the face with a ruler. Blood spurted from the student’s cheek. Alan rose in his seat, hands clenched. Jones pivoted to face him, ruler raised. Alan started towards the teacher. But then he heard his own voice saying: “Take it easy. Don't blow your top.” Alan stopped, turned away. and left the home room—and Senior High—forever—or what he thought was forever . . . A few years later Alan Dale was a famous radio, Tv and night club personality. And the dean of Senior High, who was now one of his most fervent fans. invited him back to do a benefit. And Alan stood on the stage and listened to the cheers of the students in the auditorium ... he had the funny feeling that this was more > than a homecoming for him . . . it was his special graduation. humming a Alan by the ear. Alan Dale plays the lead in the current Columbia musical film, Don’t Knock The ee FEZ dozen times, it hits even harder. When the man you love is famous for many things, but most of all for the number of ,, women who have loved him—a girl doesn’t stand a chance. And from the very beginning, Jean Pe-. ters was wildly, ecstatically, adoringly, blindly in love. He called her the next day. “Will you have dinner with me?” Jean didn’t mince words. for dinner. What’s the matter with lunch?” He burst out laughing. Hearty, rich laughter. “I didn’t think I could be sur- prised any more,” he said. “Chalk one up for you. Sure, make it lunch. I'll send my car for you.” She hung up in a daze of happiness. She hardly noticed the oddity of it. “I'll send my car for you.” Not “Tl call for you.” At quarter to one they called her from the lobby. “Miss Peters, your car is wait- ing.” She went downstairs. A uniformed chauffeur opened the door, helped her into the back of a black limousine. then that she realized that he hadn’t come for her—she was being brought to him. It was then that she entered the strange, unreal, almost unbelievable world of be- ing the woman he loved. She had known him two weeks when he asked her to stop her acting classes. “T can’t wait |) It was 4, “T don’t like your spending so much ~™ time at the studio. can reach you...” She looked at him, completely puzzled. “But honey, you have your work and I have mine. You know that. We—” “T don’t like it, Jean. Suppose I need you and you're in class?” “Need me? Need me for what?” “Just to be with you—isn’t that enough? Sometimes I’ve wanted you so much at—at four o’clock in the afternoon. And where are you? Behind bars, practically. When I want you where I I want to talk to you, or just look at you | and know that you exist. Please, Jean...” The next day she called the studio and told them she wanted to drop her classes. They didn’t mind. Her name was begin- ning to pull box-office returns. They were satisfied. A frightened Jean She got a maid and sent her out to do the shopping and run the errands. Al- most all the time when she wasn’t at the | studio she stayed home, waiting for the | phone to ring. It always rang. Then they were together, less, wanted to take off on impulse, hike all over the beach the way she used to, | alone. She didn’t go. “He needs me,” _she whispered to her mirror. She felt warm, surrounded with love. It was enough. Months went by. One night she called him. dinner with you tonight after all, darling. I have to go to a premiere—the studio fixed up a date for me. Some new man they’re trying to build.” “Tell them you can’t go,” he said. “Now, look,’ she said. “Don’t be like that. This isn’t pleasure, it’s business. I have to do it. miére, and I have to go with this boy— whoever he is. It’s like part of my job: I owe the studio that.” “You don’t owe anyone anything,” he said, “except me. going out with anyone else.” His voice frightened her. long to you,” she said. ‘My life is. still my own. I’m going to the movie... Half an hour later the studio aw. | There had been a change in plans. Miss laughing, dreaming, | just being happy. Sometimes she got rest- | “T can’t have | I have to go to the pre-| And I won’t have you} “T don’t be- Peters’ presence was no longer required | at the premiere. ancy me she hadn’t COT incon venience eC. a Ss oe

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said. “Non- I want to see ‘“TInconvenienced?” she nse. Ill be glad to go. e movie anyway.” “No,” the voice said hastily. “As a mat- r of fact, wed rather you didnt meee. = There was a click at the other end of e phone. Jean stood there with the re- iver in her hand. Then she dialed a imber. He answered the phone. “Who are you?” she asked. “Do you run e whole world?” There was a pause. id finally. Jean bit her lips. “You scare me,” she nispered at last. “You scare me to ath.” “Oh, sweetheart,” he said. “Don’t. Its st that—you do belong to me. Why do tu want to fight it so? And anyway,” s voice was suddenly normal, real, filled ith laughter again, “you hate premiéres. ll those people waiting to find out how usy you are...” “T am not,” she said. “I really have im- coved. Haven’t 1?” “A little of it,” he fou belong to me” “You’re wonderful,” he said. “And I ve you. And you belong to me.” At those ords, her heart started hammering—you along to me, he had said. “Everything all ght?” he asked. Jean giggled helplessly. ave to be,” she said. She put down the phone, then picked it >» again. She called her friend at the udio. “Don’t tell anyone,” she said, “but think I'm sort of unofficially engaged.” At dinner that night he told her that he as going to be away for ten days—a busi- ess trip. “Perfect,” Jean said. “Ill come too.” He put down his knife and stared at her. “T guess itll “Now. what kind of a thing is that to say? People would talk...” ‘Don’t be silly,” she said. “Well get married the day before we leave. The studio doesn’t need me for weeks. We might as well make it now as later.” Then she looked at him. “What is it?” Not engaged, never to marry “T feel,” he said, “like something out of a second-rate magazine story. Where the girl says, ‘Now that we’re engaged, we'll do thus-and-such, and the boy says, “But darling, we’re not engaged...” “But darling,” Jean said, “we are en- gaged.” Her smile grew a litile set. “We are— “No,” he interrupted, “we aren’t.” He began to speak fast, words tumbling out. “Jean, a man doesn’t get to be my age—to be over forty—without getting married unless—unless there’s some sort of reason. Maybe I’m afraid of marriage—I don’t know . . . something. It isn’t just as easy as getting a license and a minister. It’s complicated. Its—” “You said you loved me. Was it true?” “T never lie. Especially to you. I do love you.” “Then why?” she asked. “I don’t un- derstand. Why?” “T don’t know,” he said. I don’t know, Jean.” They sat in silence for a few minutes. Suddenly he raised his head. “Look,” he said, “we're behaving like a pair of charac- ters. Give me a while, Jean. We hardly know each other yet, anyway. Maybe— by the time I’m ready to elope you'll have found fourteen other men you like better. Right? Come on,” he teased. “Smile.” “Before God, Jean raised her eyes from the plate. Her voice was dead. do,” she whispered. to do.” “IT don’t know what to “T don’t know what oo ae < - She did the only thing she could do. She waited. She told her friend she wasn't engaged after all, and refused to explain. Alone at night she cried, but in the morn- ing her eyes were dry and her voice was bright when he called. He wanted her to make fewer movies. So she turned down parts. In the long hours when he was away, she sewed. They voted her Holly- wood’s best-dressed woman, never dream- ing that she made all her outfits herself. She made drapes, upholstered two chairs and wallpapered three rooms herself. When the phone rang, she ran to answer it. For a long time her eyes were bright with hope. But gradually, the hope began to fade. The list of women who had loved her man—and had not married him—was no joke now. It haunted her. When hope was gone, she iried to break away. She went back to the acting classes. She gave interviews. She begged the studio for more work. She picked quarrels, made scenes. “I’m tired of be- ing called for by a chauffeur,” she told him. “I’m not a parcel, to be delivered. Why can’t you call for me like every- body else?” “If I were like everybody wouldn’t love me. Right?” “Right,” she said. From time to time she went out with other men. “You can’t stop me,” she told him. “You haven’t any right.” She dated actors, Bob Wagner among them. He didn’t stop her. He didn’t have to. She stopped herself. There was no one else. She thought there never would be. else you Nothing was right Sometimes she thought she had talked herself out of it. Told herself that she couldn’t love a man who didn’t want to get married, that she no longer loved him. 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His wife is due to have her first baby any day now, and the hospitals are so crowded and he can’t get her into any place he can afford.” He pulled a card out of his pocket, scribbled on it. “When the time comes, have him call this number. Don’t tell him who sent it.” Three days later the assistant director was at her side, stuttering with excitement. “Miss Peters, I don’t know how you ar- ranged it, but I'll be grateful to you all my life. Annie called the number and an ambulance with a doctor in it was there in ten minutes. They drove her to some private hospital miles out of town, and she has a big room and nurses—and you'd think the place was a florist shop. And the baby’s fine. A boy. I can’t tell you how—” “J didn’t do anything,” Jean said. glad she’s fine.’ Then she went into her dressing room and shut the door and cried—because she was in love with a man who was everything in the world she had ever wanted, and still nothing was right. And the days went by, and became long, long months. When the studio told her they were go- ing to send her to Italy for Three Coins In The Fountain, they were obviously nerv- ous. Would she leave Hollywood for such a long time? Or would she turn it down? They needn’t have worried. Jean clutched at that trip like a drowning man to a straw. That evening, over a drink, she told him, “I’m going. I’m going the way parents used to send their daughters to Europe to get over an unfortunate love affair. That’s us, honey. Unfortunate. But this will give us time to think things out. Maybe you'll change your mind.” “And if not?” “And if not,” she said steadily, “I hope that by the time I come back, I will have forgotten that you exist.” “Tm So young ... so normal So she went to Rome, city of lovers, and made a movie about people in love. And she told herself that she was getting along fine on her own, and didn’t need him at all. Or miss him. And then she grinned ruefully, because she was such a liar. When the day came to return to Holly- wood she packed her bags with trembling fingers, hands shaking with excitement. At the Italian customs desk she handed over her luggage, came back half an hour later to claim it, completely lost in thought, impatient for the plane to take off. A lot depended, she told herself, on who met her when she landed in Hollywood—if he met her or sent a chauffeur. If he sent the chauffeur— She came back to life to hear an Italian accent repeating her name. “Mees Peters, Mees Peters. An acci- dent—so sorry. Your luggage is somehow confused with that of this gentleman—” What gentleman? She turned and looked up into a tanned, blond-topped young face smiling down at her. “Ah’m the gentleman, ma’am,” he said apologetically. “Seems they got mah lug- gage going to Hollywood with you, and your suitcases off to Paris with me.” Jean started to laugh. “They won't do you much good, I’m afraid .. .” They made conversation while officials scurried about fixing things. He turned out to be Stuart Cramer, young oil man of whom Jean had never heard. She turned out to be Jean Peters, whom, after an agonized minute of embarrassment, he re- membered from Captain From Castile. His Texas accent intrigued her; everything about her obviously interested him. When hp acid. far her Hallwand nhane number Jean looked at him. He was about her own age, but after the past months he seemed very young, very—normal. She laughed and gave her number. “It won't do you much good,” she added. He didn’t know what she meant. “Oh, it may,” he drawled. “Texas isn’t that far from Hollywood, you know.” On the plane, she forgot all about him. She was tense with anticipation when she landed in America. Her eyes scanned the crowd at the gates. She couldn’t see him, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t there. He might be behind the barrier, over there— He was. Tall and handsome, moving quickly to meet her, to take her in his arms. She felt as if she had come home. But in a matter of days she knew she had come back to nothing. There had been no change. “Status quo, honey,” he told her. “I’m sorry—believe me I am. But I just can’t see my way clear to get- ting married now.” And the last little traces of hope left her, forever. Two choices In her room that night, Jean faced her future. She had two choices, clear and distinct. Break off with him for good. Pick up her life where she had left it that day at the party. Live like—like people again. Or—see him every day. Have the knowledge, never doubted, of his love. Have the knowledge that there was not, (i i i in fm lm fn DON’T FORGET 1957 HELP CRIPPLED CHILDREN EASTER SEALS National Society for Crippled Children and Adults ll So. LaSalle Chicago 3 ws ws we we ar ae” and never would be, a Mr. and Mrs. future for them. Live in a shadow-world for the rest of her life. She moved restlessly from side to side all night. At eight the next morning the phone rang. “Long distance calling Miss Jean Petahs,” the operator said. “Go ahead,” Jean said. “Hello!” The voice bounced across the country. “Miss Peters? Jean? You theah?” Jean woke up a little. “Yes, I’m here. Who is this?” i “Well, now,” the voice mourned, “Ah thought sure you’d remember me. i is Cramer, Stuart Cramer; the man with the baggage. Remember?” “Oh, yes,” Jean said. “Well, Ah got back a little early from Paris, see. And Ah have a day or two to mahself before Ah get down to work. Ah wondered if you’d show me around Holly- wood a little if Ah were to come—” Jean sat up in bed. “I remember you,” she said slowly. “Of course.” Suddenly her voice quickened. “Mr. Cramer, wha do you do for a living?” | “Do?” he said, bewildered. “Why, Ah’m

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-a tycoon? I mean—are you a very spe- ial, dynamic sort of man? nd break fortunes, that sort of thing?” There was a long silence. Finally, “Well, h would say, no, not at all. Ah mean— | Do you make } ’s a kind of queer question to spring on | man at eight o’clock in the mawning ... h would say Ah’m just a small fish— | \h’m not even very fond of oil, been ainking of doing something else, but Ah an’t make up mah mind quite what. \h’m a pretty normal type, Ah guess. Vhy?” “Never mind why,” Do come, Mr. Cramer. ver the studio. Ill be glad to. ots of time.” Jean murmured. | Tll have Help me—stay away” She put down the phone, reached for aper and a pen. She stared at it for a ong time. Then she started to write. arling, I don’t know how to tell you this— ut I want to break it off. Completely. haven't met fourteen new men—just one, ut he’s enough. I know this isn’t going o be easy. Please help me. Please don't jhone or come over or try to see me. It vould be the kindest thing you could do, ust to stay away. Jean. She was going to write Love, but she -ouldn’t. Tlli—show you all | A year later, in May of 1954, she mar- ‘ied Stuart. They had called her Hollywood’s mys- | ery woman for years by then, during the ong time when she was at home to no yne but the man she loved, who couldn’t marry her. Now they called her the sreatest enigma since Garbo. Stuart couldn’t understand her either. ‘Honey, what are you doin’? you all these years to build up a little in- vestment in property in LA—why are you Siving it away? You might want it some- Jay, sweetie.” “T want to make a clean break,” Jean said. All through the year with Stuart she had held herself tense. She had writ- ten home to her mother, he’s wonderful— so nice and easy and calm to be with. All these years I thought I wanted something else. I was wrong. I know that now. All this year she had told herself that, over and over, battling down her old longings. All this year she had walked with eyes straight ahead, lest a familiar limousine should come into view, lest she should see a certain face at a party. She had been lucky. The encounters had been few. From mutual friends she learned that it was as hard on him as it had been on her. But there was no word from him; he had done as she asked. Relax, feel free But now she was getting married, and she didn’t want to walk tensely any more. She wanted to relax, to feel free, to know in her heart that she was right. She wanted to leave Hollywood for good. And she couldn’t tell Stuart why. She couldn’t quite admit it to herself. So she said, “I don’t want to be a movie star any more. riage. be more than enough.” So Stuart smiled and watched, and she gave her Los Angeles property to her mother, and her jewelry to an aunt, and her evening clothes to the girl down the block, because she wouldn’t be needing that sort of thing much any more. And on a May morning, in Washington, D.C., wearing an organdy dress and hold- ing a bunch of rosebuds, she was married, and set off on her honeymoon tour of It took | Itll be bad for our mar- | I just want to be your wife. That'll TURN “so-so” hair glamour- bright ‘and see how exciting life can be! With Marchand’s Golden Hair Wash, you can lighten just a shade or go dashing, dazzling blonde — safely, easily at home. Or add sunny highlights, gleam dark hair with bronze. Golden Hair Wash, complete in one pack- age, has been the favorite home hair lightener for over 50. years. Lightens arm and leg hair, too. Never a dull moment when you're bright BLONDE Be a gay blonde charmer—today! MARCHAND’S GOLDEN HAIR WASH At drugstores everywhere 75c and $1.00 plus tax Exciting Stories about all your favorite stars * SCREEN ALBUM * Sheilah Graham’s HOLLYWOOD ROMANCES * Treasury of SCREEN CLASSICS Look for these Dell Magazines now! Only 35¢ wherever magazines are sold. FASTER Cushioning Foot Relief! DO IT YOURSELF! Soft... Extra on Adhesive Foot Padding Dr.Scholl’s KUROTEX is a wonderful- abrasions. So convenient to cut in sizes ly effective cushioning relief for corns, and shapes to fit your every need. callouses, bunions, sore toes, sore heels Flesh color Dr. Scholl’s KUROTEX and wherever a shoe painfully rubs or is far superior to ordinary moleskin, pinches. Eases new or tight shoes yet costs no more. 15¢, 35¢, 40¢, 90¢-. almost like magic; prevents blisters, At Drug, Shoe, Dept., 5-10¢ Stores. Just cut it fo any needed size and shape and stick if on. |

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WATCH MODERN ROMANCES Weekdays on NBC-TV Check your daily newspaper for time and channel number —and for thrilling true-life stories... _ MODERN _ ROMANCES_ “on sale everywhere That she had married a nice boy—and she was still in love with another man. That she had added to her private agony an extra load of sorrow and guilt. A month after their marriage, the first separation rumors were mentioned in Hol- lywood. Another month passed, and the rumors became more _ insistent. Both Stuart and Jean tried to see their prob- lems dispassionately. “Maybe,” Stuart suggested, “the trouble is your giving up everything too fast. That clean break you wanted wasn’t such a hot idea. Why don’t you go back for a while, make that movie they’ve been writing you abouthess “A Man Called Peter,” Jean said. a good script... .” “That’s it, honey. Try it. a chance to think things out.” Suddenly she kissed him. “Oh Stuart, I will try. Ill go back for a while. Maybe it will help.” But when the picture was over, she walked onto the set for the cast party, and there he was. She knew him just from seeing the curve of his broad back, bent slightly to talk to a woman. She ran. Where, no one knows. For two weeks, no one knew where Jean Pe- ters was. But at the end of that time she walked into the office of the man she loved and stood before his desk, and said “I’ve come back.” ltezs It'll give us "On your terms" She sat down. “I tried to run away, and I can’t. All I’ve done is hurt Stuart, and he doesn’t deserve it. I’m going to get a divorce, and come back to Hollywood to live. I want to be with you. On your terms. I don’t care. I can’t help it.” Months later, one man saw her. He had been trying to reach her for days to discuss publicity plans—her old friend from the studio. He couldn’t find her, but somehow Jean heard about his search for her. And one day she showed up in his office, sitting quietly, ready to discuss whatever was _ on his mind. When they had spoken for twenty min- | utes, he stood up. “Blast it, Jean, I’ve got an appointment. Have dinner with me tonight, will you? We'll finish up then.” She looked up, startled. lips tightened. “He hasn’t got any right to object.” Pe her friend demanded. “Who’s e? ” To his horror, Jean began to cry. She stood up, turned her back while the sobs racked her. When she turned around again to where her friend stood, embar- rassed, she managed a smile. “I’m sorry,” she said. feel as if I can’t take it anymore. Never mind. Forget about dinner. not.” She left the office. “Dinner?” Her Out of curiosity, he went to his window and looked out. A minute later he saw her stop on the steps ~ of the building. Almost at once, a limou- sine drew up. A man in a uniform got out and opened the door. Jean stood there for a second. She » raised her head and half turned, and the man watching thought for a moment that she wasn’t going to get in. Then, quickly, she bowed her head and disappeared into the car. For a long time, now, Jean Peters’ studio and friends have been unable to locate her. Where she is living, they do not know. There are those who say she has been kidnapped. There are those who say that she is secretly, actually married to him, but that no one is to know about it. Some “Sometimes I feel so tense—I + Td better — “T will,” she said suddenly. : say she is in a sanitarium, trying des- | perately to find again the will to live that | she was robbed of—by a love that im- prisoned her. And there are those who say that she is only following her heart, no matter where it leads her. A strange, lonely figure, moving back | into her worid of shadows, living Holly- wood’s strangest story. END | was wild and weak (Continued from page 50) were proud of it. We tossed the word around the pool hall the next day. We were big shots, drunk with a crazy idea of our own importance. Even high-class people, we figured, had considered us important enough to give us a fancy name. I think the first time I realized I was on my way to a future full of zeros was the day they brought Curly Brodson home to his mother. He had been thinking about a little excitement—like hopping a freight train in the railroad yard. He was a big strong kid, one of our gang. He was smart, too. And tough. But it was a bad day for Curly. And the beginning of a new life for him. A life with only one leg. I. watched his mother when they brought him home.: She used to work all day and half the night sewing to earn enough money to keep Curly from going hungry. The neighbors used to say that she was a wonderful mother. A woman who lost her husband in a truck accident when Curly was six. We didn’t see her much. She worked most of the time. But when we did see her, she always had a smile for Curly’s friends. There was no smile on her now. She knelt beside Curly’s unconscious body, kissing his face hysterically, while she sobbed and cried. I can still hear the sound, and I’ll never forget the desperate look of misery in her eyes. X Tcol dinit_ tole it <anv_lancar_ca_I_lof . Walking home one thought kept running through my head, it could have been me. Back with the rat pack Curly’s tragic accident should have hit ~ me hard. But as the days went by I was soon back in the routine of hunting with |- the rat pack. Who wants to remember unhappiness when you're fifteen? But I wonder about it now. Wonder what happened around me and inside me that steered me so wrong. I had always gotten all the affection and understanding a mother and father could - give, even when we lived in the coal-min- ing town where I was born, Nanticoke, Pa. My father was a miner. er. straight line until he and his family were miles from Nanticoke, but stranded and - penniless on the streets of Jersey City. Luck came along in a job for dad as caretaker of an apartment house, free rent and $30 a month. It was a good neighbor- - hood, quiet and respectable. Too quiet. Too respectable. As I got old- er I wandered farther and farther from the house. remember, wanted to be a doctor. ing for when you’re grown up. But I never listened to him. In my first year of high school Andy } told me, “Nick, you’re going to have to de- cide what you want to do. Start think- MP ing about it. You and that bunch you ee A ith tt) i L) ife j a = ij steme = So was his broth- |' The day my uncle was killed in a- shaft accident, my father set his lips in a / I was never home; I never | studied. My brother, as far back as I can } And he | always took time from his books to try | and teach me the importance of prepar- |: by

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ecial circus that will never leave town.” I pretended to listen, but when my ‘other was through talking, I went back the Sunday comics. Andy went back to s book on anatomy. My father would look at me and say, lick you know Andy is right, don’t wu?” And Id say, “Yes, yes, dad, Ill start etty soon.” Then my mother would say, “Nick will - happy. He doesn’t know how or when where. And neither do we. But it will me to him.” Her faith in my future wasn’t shared by e two men in the family. They knew the pool hall was the center my world. e gang looks fer excitement At sixteen I was just about ready to ake hands with crime. We all were. itch-hiking, street-games and snowballs sren’t enough any more. We never had Yy money. But until now it hadn’t mat- red. Suddenly everything we did seemed ce kid stuff. We realized that the older uu got the more money you needed. So, uch as I hated to, I went to work. First I got a job in a suit-case factory. rery Friday night I got eleven dollars. iturday morning I was broke. I quit and ap-frogged from job to job. I couldn’t stay on a job, but I stayed ith the gang. I hated my jobs, hated never having oney. “Before I got involved in the TV series, Broken Arrow," says John Lupton, “I used to room with Fess Parker and a Texas friend of his named Texas Bob. It seems all Texans visiting Hollywood had heard of our place, and they were always coming around. Most of them were big and fall like Fess, who's six-foot-four. And although I'm almost six feet myself, they would always pat me on the head and say, ‘Come along, little fel- ler so Paul Denis I was looking for excitement. The whole ng was. And, unfortunately, we knew just the ty who could help us find it. Let’s call him Zip Mullen. He was about renty-two. He had a big mouth, beady es, a sneer that lived on his face, a black t, black suit, black shirt and white tie. He as the nearest thing to a live gangster we 1ew. He always had money, plenty of it. And we thought he was the greatest! One day we stood around the pool room, atching him chew on a tooth-pick while - hefted the cue-sticks. He caught us staring at him, then said, 7ou guys doin’ anything special tanite?” We shook our heads. “Not a thing, Zip,” answered. He looked to the left and right. Then he inked. “May have a little action for ya. ick around.” Then he began knocking is around one of the tables. The four of us bunched up in a corner, ‘cited, trying to figure out what Zip had anned for us. I was looking through the doorway over utzi’s shoulder when my brother came in. hen I saw him I tried to hide behind one the tables, but Andy’s sharp eyes jotted me. “Nick,” he said, “come on. You’re leav- ge? He took my "jacket off a clothes hook, snded it to me and waited. My face got red. My own brother was nbarrassing me before my friends. And front of Zip! I turned my back on my er and said, “I’m not going anv place.” “You’re coming if I have to carry you, Nick.” Andy’s voice was low. I knew he meant what he said. Then I noticed Zip very casually putting the cue-stick back on the rack. He walked over to Andy and brushed an imaginary speck from the lapel of his suit. He looked up at Andy and said, “The kid doesn’t want to go, big brother, so why don’t you drag?” Andy didn’t even look at him. “Come on, Nick. I said we’re going.” A nasty frown crossed Zip’s face. He had been ignored, insulted by a square. A blur Suddenly I had a frightened feeling in the pit of my stomach. I knew Zip’s repu- tation. He was mean, a veteran of a hun- dred bloody street-fights. He knew every dirty trick in the book. Andy wouldn’t have a chance. I had just about decided to go with my brother when Zip reached out and grabbed Andy by his jacket. What happened then happened so fast it was only a blur. Andy’s right fist shot out, driving deep into Zip’s middle. As Zip doubled over, Andy’s left came like light- ning to Zip’s jaw. And the next thing we knew Zip was flying backward so hard his body splintered two chairs and a glass partition. And he just lay there on the floor. Zip was out cold. For a moment I couldn’t believe my eyes. My square brother had clobbered the toughest man I knew with two blows. The rest of the gang stared at the un- conscious Zip. Andy wasn’t even breath- ing hard. “You coming, Nick?” I put on my jacket and we left. Neither of us spoke. By the time we reached the front door I felt two emotions. Shame and pride. Shame for myself and pride in my brother. But it wasn’t till about a month later that it hit me—what I had become. My father had hurt his back and the doctors told him he couldn’t work any more. Sure it was too bad, but I couldn’t fig- ure why everyone was in such a blue funk. Then Mom told me, “Your brother’s not going to medical school.” No one could count on Nick Knowing how my parents and Andy had worked and planned for those years of study, I couldn’t figure it. “He doesn’t think he can leave you as the head of the family,’ Mom said, starting to cry. “Don’t you see, Nick, with your father laid up—and the work in the apartment house, Andy won’t go.” I don’t know what came over me, but I think it was a kind of anger. Because sud- denly it hit me what I had become. A juvenile delinquent! Of no value to anyone, not even myself. I was a nothing. I was irresponsible. Nobody could count on me! I sat up all night, looking out the win- dow at the quiet street, despising myself. When I came out to breakfast Andy was drinking coffee. “What’s the matter with you?” he asked me. “You look awful!” “You can go to college, Andy,” I an- swered. “I will take care of things.” Tll never forget the look of hope that lit up my brother’s face. 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— eos. As I passed the section with books ‘ the theatre and drama, I laughed at t’ thought of me appearing on the stage. Then from out of nowhere a custom! walked up and asked me if I was an acte) For kicks I said, “Yes, why?” , “T think you fit a part I just tried i and missed,” he said. “The auditions are | Carnecie Hatt if you want the role.” & I'd been to New York before; the sigh} I'd seen already, so I figured why nt just for kicks. oe, aa y = Z ve "espana ei One of the Greatest Love Stories Fiver Told | The impossible comes true | When I got to Carneciz, I went to a te} high-cheekboned man who looked like * was in charge. He wasn’t, but when} asked, “Where do I audition?” he point? to the other side of the room. “Over the F You an actor?” t “Sure,” I answered. t He laughed. “You don’t look like 4} actor. What’s your name?” ¢ “Nick Adamschock. What’s yours?” > “Jack Palance,” he said. We shook han; And he got me a walk-on part in the pil: For the next two years I had the bug’ played little theatres and studied drai) night and day. In 1952 I hitch-hiked to Hollywood*> worked as a fry cook, parking lot atten’ ant, busboy. You name it, I did it. My fi? real job of acting was in a Prpsi-Co%} commercial for television. Ten boys, ff girls. I became friends with one of f¢' guys. His name was Jimmy Dean. } Finally, after a year and a half, I @ get into the movies—as an usher. | It was on this job as usher that I coi"! mitted my last act as a ‘delinquent.’ One afternoon the theatre manager t me to get the big sign up on the marqu the one that said Major Studio Previ Tonight. I decided to add a little somethi extra. I got a bunch of two-foot cardboz letters and stapled them to the bann} | Then I hung it so it could be seen a1 from the street, not from inside the theat At 8:30 p.m. the movie stars began < riving, the biggest stars in town. About a half hour before the movie v over, the manager went to the drugst< for a cup of coffee. On the way back saw the sign—Major Preview Tonigh: Starring Nick Adams. He hot-footed : | over to me and yelled, “As soon as jy take the sign down, you’re fired!” ah FOTIAY IIT VEOM Aho ALNAG] TTBINTEG My | No job... no hope Ms I was high on the ladder, unhooking °*| é | only fame Id ever really known,. wi the audience started coming out of - Together they set out to solve the secret of ‘ theatre. The stars were sparkling at } , J j 4 feet, the actresses beautiful and gay, | i the Raintree. Should they find it... luck, actors so well-known, so well-fed, so SI happiness, the realization of all dreams would y of success. I looked ‘down at them fr the top of the ladder and felt small. I had no job, no hope. j I was a nothing, still. H within themselves. That night I went back to my shat} a | furnished room. .And_ started wond 4 _ing what for. What was the use in fir}. fr be theirs. But, first, they had to search deep Saar sidasijetiineiipesaanmdiesicannnckgmenlibal ; : Recire : i | ing your work, in starving for it, if }. The bestselling, $100,000 prize-winning novel of f | that ambition for a good life only brabi| the blood and bone and sinew of America, from a3 _ failure . . . and wanting. Never getti| 3 tj just wanting. Zip was probably havin¢) which M-G-M has made its great motion picture ‘ ball—and I didn’t have next week’s re): But three months later I got a small pj. in Mr. Roberts. Then Picnic came alo} and Strange Adventure, Our Miss Broc\. The Last Wagon, Fury At Showdown. And Curly’s living his life with one |b. and Zip’s body was fished out of the du}. a couple of months ago. But my brot}, became a doctor last year. And I? I hav}. chance to be somebody, too. I'll try hj and hope hard. They are both things }; for a man to do. oi ¢? starring Montgomery Clift and Elizabeth Taylor. DON'T MISS THIS GREAT BOOK— DON'T MISS THIS GREAT MOVIE. Nick can soon be seen in Warner B | No Time For Sergeants. W

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m not ashamed tinued from page 38) immortality? all the Oscars in the world could out- h that. .d, almost, she lost her mind. was in March, 1949, that Ingrid man left her husband and child at 2 in Hollywood and joined Roberto ellini on Stromboli to make a movie t love and violence on that volcanic d. It was in May of that year that wrote home to her husband and asked for a divorce. ter Lindstrom refused to divorce her. id applied, by mail, for a Mexican ree. The divorce decree arrived in for her to marry Roberto on May 950. But on February 3, four months er, she had given birth to Roberto’s Robertino, and the fury of an out- i world had fallen upon her head. news had been published in Decem- oy Louella Parsons. Louella had been od friend of Ingrid’s in Hollywood, as a newspaperwoman it was her james Mason was at a party where 1e met Jayne Meadows and heard t was her birthday. Mason took ut his handkerchief which had the ‘ame monogram as hers—J.M.— ind gave it to her as a birthday jift . . . Rex Harrisen was there, co. Mason noticed Harrison's hirt with its “R.H.” monogram, ind told him: “You're lucky this sn'¢ Rita Hayworth's ome Eeonatd Lyons in the New York Pos > and her duty to report the news. id knew that. She felt no bitterness rd Louella. “But I don’t know who her about it,” is all she would say. 1 I never want to know.” hen the word was out, she became a mer in the apartment she and Ro- > shared in Rome. During her eighth ninth months of pregnancy she never left the house because of the news- and photographers who kept a twen- nur-hour guard at her door, every Once Roberto came in to tell her by some miracle there was no one e. He would get the car; Ingrid Id put on her coat and come down- s. They would go for a drive in the try. : mera shoved in her face srid tied a scarf around her hair and t downstairs to wait for the car. Then an stepped out from behind a wall shoved a camera in her face. She t into tears, ran from the lobby. ase,” she begged, “please...” But he what he was after—a picture of a tor- d woman, pregnant, hiding her face er hands, weeping. One newspaper ted it with a simple caption: Is she or she? 1¢ never tried to go out again, until night she had to go eut—to the hospi- She was put to bed and two hours ' she heard the mob outside the hos- . She heard the screams as a re- er tried to climb the walls of the ids, and failed. She heard the ech of breaks and the sounds of shots, as she struggled to bring her son the world, the nuns told her that police had come. lere was no joy in birth for Ingrid. hours after Robertino was born the broke into the hallways and corri- _of =s clinic. See ran through N as Italian men do, iderc na r the hallways, from breaking into the room where she lay. It was a scene from a nightmare. The police sent two armed guards to stand before her door. They told her to keep the lights on at all times, that she must not open the windows. Across the street one group had mounted cam- | eras with telescopic lenses, trained on her rooms. She was denied the sight of the sun and the sky. If they wanted to drive her mad, they came very close. It was two months be- fore she dared to take her child into the street. It was years before she could bring herself to look upon any- one who was not oft her own family with anything but horror and fear. Ij she had sinned, she had suffered for it. A new life fer Ingrid Now she had to construct a new life. | She had to save her new marriage. She had to rebuild her career. And above all, she had to insure that Robertino and the two little twin girls she gave birth to in | 1952 would never—like Pia—have cause to say, “I do not love my mother...” It was then that she realized the big mistake she made in her first marriage— | she permitted Peter Lindstrom to tell her | that no matter where Ingrid’s acting took her Pia must remain in one place, go to | one school, live in one house. “But I want her with me,” she had said then. “IT want my baby .. .” “Ingrid, we must think of her, and not of us. A child must have security. She must not be dragged about with constant changes of scene, never knowing from one day to the next where she will be. | She must have security. Do you agree?” She had to agree. And so, during their first years in America when her husband decided to give up dentistry and study medicine, she agreed that she leave him and Pia in Rochester and travel alone across the country whenever she had a picture to do. Pia felt constantly abandoned by her | mother. And then, when Ingrid left her home | for Roberto, to nine-year-old Pia it was only another of her mother’s desertions of | her—only this one was to last forever. No, she told the kindly judge who was to | decide whether to send the child to Italy | for a vacation with her mother—or keep | her at home, she did not want to visit her mother. She hardly knew her mother. And if it sounded like she had been carefully coached by her still embittered | father. only a few had the courage to say so. Only a few whispered that Lind- strom had no right to call his former wife an unfit mother and deprive her of her child. j And in Rome Ingrid wept, “Other people get divorces like sensible persons and stay friends. Why must I lose my child?” But in those months of tortured hiding, with nothing to do but think, she found the answer. And determined that she would not lose her new family that way. “Security is a person" In the course of reconstructing her career in these past seven years, Ingrid has had to do a lot of travelling. But | wherever she goes, her children go with her. They run in and out of hotel rooms, pushing buttons, opening doors, explor- ing the place from top to bottom. When they are in one place long enough to make friends, they do, easily and quickly. When they are not—there are three of them; they have each other, as well as their parents, constantly. Their father, FUSS his brood, physically stopped them | would | to Hollywood | Why you need the extra protection of va a Sanitary Pantie Mary Ann eee R.N. | Modern girls and women keep looking for better ways of stay- ing secure and com- fortable during the menstrual period. ~That’s why so many emer —ss ~~ depend on the extra | protection of all-nylon sanitary panties! 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It was that courage that made her reveal her love affair to the world when another woman would have hidden it. It was that courage that made her claim her child, though he was born out of wedlock, instead of giving him up, as other women have done. It was that courage that brought her through those terrible days with her mind and soul intact. It was that courage that made’ her confess that she had sinned, and ask freely for a chance to be judged by her future, not by her past. And it was that courage that brought her back to America, to the one place that had never forgiven her. With dignity and assurance Yet, the New York Fitm Critics offered her an award for her work in Anastasia, and because she knew she deserved the award for a job well done, she came here to accept it. She obtained a thirty-three hour leave from the Paris theatre in which she was playing to rave reviews in Tea And Sympathy. She traveled, for the first time, without the supporting hand of nothing he can | Roberto—facing alone a condemning world. And she regained her place in our) hearts. ; By her dignity. i By the calm assurance with which she} met reporters and old friends. By the) honesty of her smile and the sincere friend-} liness with which she said, “Fortunately } I have a bad memory. I am not buil+ to hold a grudge. Whatever was saic§ about me—I have forgotten it. Let’s gc on from there.” By the misty glow in her eyes wher) she emerged from a half-hour telephone conversation with Pia, now a college gir in Colorado, to say, “I cannot talk abou it. What is between a mother and hei daughter is personal .. .” And by the tears that came to her eye. when she found waiting for her at th airport the same kids, now grown up who used to wait for her outside th: Atvin THEATRE night after night. Witl signs, held high and proud in their hands Welcome, Miss Bergman. Dear Ingrid, w missed you. With the old respect, but new understanding, on their faces. t And from one end of New York t another, faces smiled in at her car windovy | and hands pressed through the crowd to drop little gifts—tokens of unforgotte affection—on her lap. It was for Ingrid, for all of us, a mem orable thirty-three hours. She appeare. on a television program, and was not de nounced in one single phone call or lette: she was photographed by a hundre magazines and papers, and treated wit respect and dignity by them all. “T am not ashamed,” Ingrid said. “I ar} not doing penance for anything.” And that is as it should be. The tim of shame and penance is gone now, an with it the old dead memories. We hav} taken Ingrid back to our hearts, and w should be proud that we have done so, an perhaps ashamed that in our righteousnes we rejected her at all. For what was that Christ said? .. . “He that is without sin among yo 3” let him first cast a stone... EN, Ingrid Bergman can currently be seen ‘| 20th Century-Fox’s Anastasia. Watch fi her soon-in Warner Bros. Paris Doc Strange Things. j rebel from dodge city (Continued from page 59) neighbor was five miles in the opposite direction. In all his very young life he had no one to play with, and the long days on the farm were spent in the companionship of animals. There was Porcupine, the pig he had raised himself and given special care, the goose and Puddles the dog. When he tired of the one-sided conversations, the boy threw himself headlong into his favor- ite game I pretend. By turns he was a soldier, a cowboy, a knight, a king, and whatever the character he pretended to be, he was always a hero, loved and ac- claimed by those who surrounded him. Today Dennis Hopper still plays the same game, for much the same reasons. He is an actor in his own right, and al- though he never had any dramatic train- ing, he has the world of the theatre by the tail. His first professional stint, the role of an epileptic on tv’s Medic brought him offers from four studios. Dennis signed with Warner Bros., specifically because he knew that there he had a chance at the role of Jordan Benedict III in Giant. He got it, through the faith of director George Stevens. “I called him in to read do it, so I told him I believed in him arf would give him five minutes to decic if he could do the part. He went outsic and when he came back he looked at n and said, ‘I can do it’. I think his perforn}’ ance proves my belief in his talent. Denn} is an instinctive actor. He'll go far.” | Pleased, but frightened Dennis was eighteen when he beg: work in Giant, and two years later [} stood in the lobby of New York’s Roz THEATRE, following the premiere of the fil and was mobbed by fans. To Dennis it w a pleasing yet frightening experience, pa |" ticularly when a girl in the crowd screame “T've got to touch him!” It stunned hi this sudden fame. Up to that point hadn’t thought anyone knew he w alive, then suddenly there was this hy teria swirling around him. He was pleas because it meant he had proved himse and he was frightened because he is s and uncomfortable in crowds. 8 His early years made him shy aj lonely. His parents lived in Dodge Cif his father working at the grocery sto his mother running the town’s swimmi pool, and Dennis grew up with the co! panionship only of his grandparents af: the farm animals. He longed to see

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>scape from existence into life. He was en when his brother David was born, David was born too late to be a pal. en Dennis began school he walked the s miles alone to Dodge City, except in | weather when his grandfather drove 1 to town in the pick-up truck. The er kids called him Clodhopper, and nted him for his shyness. He became re and more withdrawn, and vividly 1embers the day he tried to make con- sation with a teacher. She was paint- a chair as he entered the classroom, | in a painful effort at sociability he ed, “What are you doing—painting a ir?” The teacher laughed. “Isn’t that art of Dennis?” she said to the class. > thinks I’m painting a chair.” Even ay when he thinks of it, he squints as ugh suffering. “I hated that teacher,” says. “I don’t think any kid had as | a day as that one was to me.” It was igs like this, small things that would off the back of a less sensitive boy, t turned Dennis into a rebel. den changes Vhen he was twelve the family moved Kansas City, where his father went to *k for the Ratnway Express and they -d in what Dennis refers to as “a beat- house in the tenement district.” Streets | alleys swarmed with kids, with adults, n with trash. Dennis’ - grandfather, ting Kansas City, looked at the team- masses and littered streets and said, Res like uesyuady, = behind in their 1 ”? .s for pene he was bug-eyed. He | never known there were so many ple in the world. Because he had been lonely, this sudden entrance into a life od with humanity, in Kansas City, wed him for the first time real human options rather than just movie plots; and began forming his own ideas. At ool he bucked authority, was caught 9king in the halls, argued with teach- because he refused to accept anyone ’s ideas, and more than once was asked leave school. ‘wo years later the family moved again, ; time to San Diego. Here, at fourteen, inis mulled over the ways in which he zht prove himself to other people. He ‘an to want, more than anything, to be epted, to find a field in which he could el. For a while he thought about be- qing an artist, and painted pastels at Netson Art GA.tery. He tried writing try, and at the same time played third e on the school baseball team. He ced in Golden Glove tournaments and nt out for football too; but he realized best field would be one in which he uid express himself. Finally, he thought ut acting. He became active in the ool speech contests, won them all, and led up by winning California’s State clamation contests three years in a row. had found his work; he’d be an actor. nind of his own lis family disapproved. All this talk ut acting and poetry and painting; se things would never bring in any ney. They thought, and they told him, it he was going to turn into a bum. He regarded what they said, and continued regarding his teachers’ opinions as well. refused to read books, to go to class, study, to join organizations, and was ain kicked out of school for arguing th the staff. The other kids at school re impressed. Dennis, they said, was a der; he would never follow anyone. ey began calling him the Conqueror, J eventually, Napoleon, a name which ck throughout school. His report cards re gelationed wee D’s” aad. Ss yet = likely to succeed after he graduated. “Tt was pretty crazy,’ Dennis says now. “T remember Mr. Page—he had charge of the school annual—and he kept asking me if I thought I would graduate. My grades were so bad, and yet the kids had decided I was most likely to succeed, and poor old Page didn’t know whether or not to put my picture in the annual.” "Some day... In the meantime, he was wetting his feet in the world of the theatre. For $25 a week he worked backstage at the nearby La Jotta PLAYHOUSE, where he painted scenery, played records, pulled curtains, drove the station wagon to pick up Holly- wood’s famous stars at the airport, “And,” he grins, “latrine duty.” Having decided to become an actor, Dennis was deeply impressed by the big-name stars with whom he came in contact, but his individ- uality, his personal pride, didn’t buckle under. One morning he was sleeping in the theatre having worked all night to tear down scenery for a_ last-minute change, and had been asleep only one | hour when a voice bellowed through the | empty theatre. Dennis opened one eye to see Jose Ferrer, director of the current show, striding toward him. “Hey, you!” called Ferrer, “give me a dime.” Up to this point Dennis had worshipped Ferrer from afar, considering him the zenith of actors, producers and directors. But suddenly he was very annoyed. “T make $25 a week,” he said stiffly. “I don’t have a dime.” Ferrer apologized. “I’m sorry,” he said. “T didn’t realize. I only wanted a dime to make a phone call.” He gave Dennis five dollars and left, and Dennis thought, “Some day Ill be an actor, too.” It wasn’t long in coming. On _ the strength of his victories in the state speech contests, he was given the role of Lorenzo in San Diego’s National Shakespearean Festival presentation of Merchant Of Venice—and was the only high school boy ever to play in the Festival, which ordi- narily requires two years of college from its actors. Dorothy McGuire and her hus- band John Swope saw him in this and arranged an introduction to a Hollywood | casting director, Ruth Birch. Miss Birch got him a part—ten lines worth—in a Tv production of Cavalcade Of America, and from this came his first really professional job—the epileptic boy on Medic. This led to the WarNeR Bros. contract, and the coveted part as Rock Hudson’s doctor son | in Giant. Without training, Dennis gave a magnifi- | cent performance. more than ever before, how much he has to learn. Dennis and females Today he lives alone in a second-floor apartment—“a one-room job and a bath with a marble shower.” He says he’s happiest when he’s in the shower. His most frequent date has been Natalie Wood, with whom he admits he can’t get along. “Can’t get along!” explodes Nick Adams, Dennis’ closest friend, “Those two fight like cats and dogs. I spend all my time patching them up!” : According to Dennis, the rifts are his own fault. “We can’t get along because I can’t be a follower. I have to lead. I have my own thoughts and I can’t agree with hers. Besides—maybe all females are that way—but Nat blows hot and cold. She’s inconsistent, and it confuses me.” Insofar as “females” are concerned, Dennis figures he’ll probably marry some day. “But I won’t be easy to live with. I go off on strange tangents. Why, I might por even Soe home for three days. It Yet he is aware, now | America’s Most Famous Beauty Mark Look for the salon displaying The Skilled Hands of. Beauty... proud emblem of hairdressers chosen for superior artistry. 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Besides, I can’t get along with people too well. Sometimes I try, sometimes I don’t care!” A new Napoleon His next role delights him. He will play Napoleon in The Story Of Mankind. In San Dreco’s Community THEATER there hangs a portrait of Napoleon, underneath which is a copy of his famous tri-cornered hat. One day Dennis put it on, and those present sucked in their breath. Except for his blond hair, he was the living image of the conqueror. So there is a double reason Dennis has always wanted to portray Napoleon. He not only resembles him physically; he has great admiration for nnn EU UE US tISS Sn hogey (Continued from page 40) in much for any outward display of affection. On the card he said, You'll always be the best in my book. Love, Bogey. V'll always treasure that card. Several days after, Lauren Bacall—his Betty—telephoned and said if I could be there by 5:30, I could see him. As I walked through the door of the library I managed to keep him from see- ing how shocked I was by his wasted- away appearance. He was drinking sherry and, as usual, smoking a long cigarette. He said, “You'll excuse me if I don't get up?” Then, after this unexpected bit of chiv- alry from him, he launched immediately into his favorite mood—at least, one of his best-known moods—of “giving hell” to another columnist who had just printed that he had been spirited away to the eighth floor of the Los ANGELES MEMORIAL Hospirat. “I sent her a wire she won't soon forget!” he snarled happily. I would have tried to calm him down a bit except that he seemed to be enjoying the fireworks so thoroughly. Having proven to himself, and me, that he was still the old fightin’ Bogey, he was soon on another of his favorite subjects of con- versation, his Betty. 7 What Betty meant to him When she left the room to attend to some detail or other for his comfort, he said, “That's a great woman. My Betty is a good wife, a fine mother and a won- derful actress. She'll last longer than most of the broads on the screen because she’s got it here”—touching his heart. Betty may have many things written about her, but nothing will come so com- pletely from the heart as those proud words of Bogey’s. I had been warned to stay no longer than a half hour and my time was about up. I rose to go. “When are you coming back, Lol? Don’t stay away now. Just call Betty when you're coming.” I told him I would be back the next week. But next week didn’t come. No, I try not to think of that desperate- ly ill Bogey when I think of him over the long years of our friendship—as gallant as he was at our last meeting. I like to think of him as he was, typical- ly Bogey, one week end last winter at Palm Springs. He and Betty, David Niven and Hjordis, the Mike Romanoffs, Irving Lazar, Jack Entratter—all his boon bud- dies—were the houseguests of Frank Si- natra. The deep friendship between Bogey and Frank surprised a lot of people, some cyn- ics declaring, They may be friends fem. tation for be SRS Ly. the man and feels he is very like hin| By now Dennis has his family’s ap proval, as well as that of professionz/ actors. Says Rock Hudson, with whor} Dennis had most of his important scene} in Giant, “Dennis has great potential tent that Bogey on one occasion was ho: ribly insulting to a man in a cafe he h: never met before! When someone asked him why he h: delivered such a tirade to a perfect stra ger, he snapped, “The slob was nasty Frankie!” 1 That’s the kind of friends they wei and Bogey loved being around the th singer and visiting him in the desert. On the afternoon I speak of, five or sf of them were playing croquet on Franl lawn. The only person in the group w. was an expert on croquet was Bogart, ai under these ideal circumstances he w having a ball for himself! Cheating like crazy, he made up one s of rules for himself, moving his ball w: his foot when they weren’t looking, swez ing he had already been through a wick when he hadn’t, refusing to let opponerf hit him when they were eligible to do —and in general conducting a game complete havoc all in his favor. Realizing that I knew some of the rul he’d wink as he went by my chair in t sun. At the end of two or three of th« completely chaotic games, all won § Bogey, the other players owed him qu a sum of money—they’d been playing so} given amount per wicket. “Ahhhh, I don’t want your money,” snarled, tossing back the five, ten, 2 twenty dollar bills they were handing h'} “You're all such lousy players I woulc| be caught dead with your cash on me! } It was a typical Bogart stunt and one which he enjoyed himself immensely. The charmed circle This same group, which called the selves The Holmby Hills Rat Pack—Jv} Garland and Sid Luft also belonged the charmed circle—kidded each ot} unmercifully, and were never happier tl when pulling a practical joke or an ° sult” on the other fellow. Betty once said, “Sometimes it’s like ing with a bunch of children. Idiot cl dren, I mean.” Later on, during this same week e€ the gang was gathered around a cock table beside the swimming pool, Bo having a few nips and diving into a $ tin of caviar which Irving Lazar brought as ‘a present for Frank. Bogey loved caviar and was spreac perhaps more than his quota of the pensive delicacy on small pieces of t& and popping it into his mouth. “T really enjoy this stuff.” he said \ his mouth full. “If you like it so much, why dont buy a tin?” cracked Lazar, whose fav sport was ribbing Bogey about his rey ;

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[| wouldnt enjoy it as much then,” med the irrepressible Humphrey Bogart. fe got an enormous kick out of the fact t Frankie was doing most of the cook- for the group, all except breakfast. 2s not awake for breakfast, and be- =S you can’t eat spaghetti at that hour. - he’s a mean man with a charcoal iler and a kernel o7 garlic.” is Frankie, arrayed in beige slacks, + and an apron around his middle, + over the broiler io test the meai, his r end pointed in Bogey’s direction, the er called, “Hey, Frankie. You're get- a little maironly!” ‘ut with all their insulis and gags. The mby Hills Rat Pack was perhaps the st devoted circle of friends in this town. jart the actor His marriage to his adored Betiy had ught Bogey into contact with a much mger group than he had associated h during any one of his other three iages, and he was known io stay up night when he wasnt working egging ly or Frank on io sing just one more nber for him. emphasized that phrase—when he sn’t working—because it’s foolish to re- nt the nonsense he enjoyed so much | ignore the larger part oi his charac- his complete dedication to his work | career. le ate, slept and then dreamed films. ve public hasn’t a damned bit of right my private life.” he was fond oi say- . “but if I turn in a lousy acting job - fans and the critics have every right fire away at me.” Vinning the Oscar for African Queen in 4 was one oi the most important mo- nts of his life. He loathed a display of timent or anything that savored of otionalism, but I honesily thought he s going to cry when he made his speech >t he had won the cherished prize. ven so, he earried it of with a gag en I complimented him later for win- g Best Actor honors in that picture. ell I should have won. I played a inken skipper, and that’s one thing I »w about!” nis, anyone? secause of his undisguised apprecia- 2 for a nip or two, plus his rough-talk- , Fough-man tactics, many people who nt know him assumed that he had nm born in the slums. On the contrary, was born in a Park Avenue mansion in w York. His father, Belmont Bogart, S a prominent doctor and had hoped Zey would follow in his footsteps. His ther, Maude Humphreys, was an artist i a magazine illustrator. His family i wealth. and he received a fine edu- ion at Trrary and at ANDOVER. even ugh he did leave the latter hall of rning before graduation “by request.” jis high spirits gave him a one-way cet out of ANDOVER, but not before he i caught ihe acting bug in college plays. : first professional acting job came from oadway producer William A. Brady, : of his father’s patients. I saw him in idle Snatchers, in which he made fa- us the line Tennis, anyone? It was dur- je es Sow that ¥ Gest ie i also knew him through all four of his Ifiages, first to stage actress Helen mken; then Mary Phillips, and his most olosive mate, the late Mayo Methot. "he battles of Mayo and Bogey became 10us both in Hollywood and on Broad- y. I was in a cafe one night when she W a glass of whiskey in his face. But red him. Often, after she left wrote me asking me how = en him. es q three marriages was more than compen- sated for when he fell in love with and married Lauren (Beity) Bacail during the filming of To Have And Have Not. The greatest happiness His Betty brought him the greatest happiness a man can know in merriage. Gay, sophisticated, stunning to look at, young and very much in love wiih him, Betty gave him everything he could ask for in life. They had two lovely chil- dren, eight-year-old Stephen and the lit- tle girl, Leslie. Their four-year-old daugh- ter was named after Leslie Howard, the devoted friend and laie star who was responsible for launching Bogey’s screen career by insisting on having Bogey im the screen version of their successiul play, The Petrijied Forest. There was a line oi dialogue Lauren spoke in To Have And Have Not which not only became very well quoted, but was sort of a private theme of their deep love story. Tt was, “If you want anything, just whisile.” During their romance, ihey exchanged little gold whistles on which were en- graved those words. And Bogey’s re- mained with him to the very end: at Bet- ty’s request, that little gold whistle was placed in the urn holding Bogey’s ashes aiier his cremation. Since last March when Bogey had the operation on his esophagus, my heart and thoughis have often gone out to Betty. The brilliant surgeon Dr. John Jones, a close friend of mine, had been completely honest with the Bogarts about his illness. “He has cancer and I hope the operation has checked it. But only time will tell,” he told Beity. In the beginning and in the first state of shock, Betty had wanted to give up every- thing—her career, her friends, going out. Then she was told that this was the worst thing for him. He would think he was dying. So Beity, with pain in her heart and a smile on her lips, continued her screen work—and even accepted a social invitation occasionally. “| feel fine” It was Bogey who urged her to go with the Romanofis to Las Vegas io celebrate her birthday last year. Frankie was play- ing an engagement at the Sanps, and he wanted io throw a party for her. “Go and have some fun,” Bogey told her. “I ieel fine.” _ And I think he meant that he would soon be well. Many people believe that Bogey knew he was dying of cancer. I will argue this with anyone. Too many things point the other way, point to the fact that he thor- oughly believed he would recover. For one thing, he was going to sue a New York newspaper that prinied that he was ina coma. Just a few days before his death. he had telephoned the men in charge oi his boat, the Santana, to have it repainted. He was consianily getting Cotumsia Stupio head Harry Cohn on the telephone and suggesting ideas for “my next picture’-—The Good Shepherd. 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Mike Wallace’s problem with women .. . Earl Wilson’s dye job... Julie Andrews’ cockney accent...and an incident about Jimmy Dean are part of this month’s TV TALK Lawrence Welk is undoubtedly friendlier to his fans than any other big tv star. One day not long ago he was walking along the street in Hollywood when a couple from the Mid- west thought they recognized him. They stopped him and asked if he really was Welk. He not only stopped and said yes and chatted with them, but went on to invite them to his rehearsal, even offering to send a car for them! Now that’s the way to stay popular ... You may have read an item that puzzled you about Audrey Hepburn and Mel Ferrer when they were in New York to do Mayerling. And no wonder. It puzzled us too. It said that Audrey had given Mel a mink-lined raincoat! We couldn’t quite see Mel parading around the streets of New York, or anywhere else for that matter, in mink. So we checked—and here’s the real mink story in the Ferrer family. First of all, it’s Audrey that has the fur-lined coat of course. Several seasons ago, when she made her spectacular Broadway debut in Gigi, she decided she wanted a mink although she didn’t have enough money to buy it. So she got one on the installment plan. By the time she’d finished paying for it, the fur was show- ing its age, so she had the coat altered into a lining. Then she had three coats made— a raincoat, a white satin affair, and a flannel. The mink lining fits into all three, and the mink collar and cuffs (which turn back) show on all three. She can also wear the raincoat, the white satin, and the gray flannel by them- selves. So she’s got six coats in one. Pretty clever, we think—and a lot more sensible than Mel’s wearing mink! ... An incident about the late Jimmy Dean: He went to a party one night, and as usual kept pretty much to himself. He spent most of the evening ly- ing on the floor in front of a blazing fire. An- other guest accidentally knocked the fireplace screen over on Jimmy. But although it was almost white-hot and the sparks were flying every which way—Jimmy didn’t move a mus- cle. He explained why: Jimmy had decided not to let outside things bother him, in order to keep himself from getting involved with other people and other things. That’s why, he claimed, he didn’t encourage confidences from his acquaintances. And that’s why he refused inch when_the searine _metal_screen_fell__ Two fans recognizing Lawrence Welk were in for a delightful surprise. on him It’s hard to believe, but when Ingrid Bergman was in New York for those fast thirty-six hours to accept an award from the New York Film Critics, she found time somehow to sit down at the phone and call all sorts of old friends just to say hello. A very thoughtful lady, for her schedule was so jampacked with interviews and shopping and parties that she’d have been excused if she hadn’t said boo to anyone. Miss Bergman is dying to do a play on Broadway, incidentally . . You’d think, after all the publicity sur- rounding the birth of a princess to Grace Kelly and Prince Rainier, that the parents could have dispensed with announcements. But no. A few weeks after the event, the formal announcements arrived in the mailboxes of all of Grace’s show-business friends—even in the boxes of actors she’d done ty work with years before Hollywood ever heard of her... Many actors, in private, are a notoriously catty crew; each one thinks he can play every part better than anyone else, and says so— but not in public. That’s why we nominate as the silliest scenes on television those inter- view spots where an emcee asks one actor how he enjoyed another’s performance. In public, they always rave. No actor is going to sit in front of a TV camera and announce that he hated the play he just saw, or stand in front of a movie house at a premiere and say the show stinks. So don’t pay any attention to any public endorsements . . . Mike Wallace, whose hard-hitting interviews on Night Beat are the talk of New York and will go net- work in June, has a terrible time getting wom- en to go on his show. It’s not because the girls are afraid of Mike’s questions, however; it’s because of the lighting on the show. Sit- ting in a small dark studio under a spotlight accents every little wrinkle. The girls can face the probing into their personal and profes- ‘sional lives, but not into their complexions! Incidentally, don’t believe the stories that all of Mike’s guests are stripped bare and sit there divulging facts they’d prefer the audience didn’t know. Some of the guests manage to keep all their secrets quite nicely —or slip out of answering questions so smooth- ly that the audience doesn’t even know what’s pne ing ome _O ney et) 1e Quite Dig— Does this man look like a lady killer? Sgt. Bilk thinks so and now has Doberman believing i tantly and get away with it . . . Most peop think that all uneducated Englishmen tal with a Cockney accent. This is not true. | Cockney accent is spoken only by people fro1 a certain section of London. It just so hay! pens that Julie Andrews is from that sectio and her opening speeches and songs in M Fair Lady are pure, correct Cockney. It’s pure, in fact, that American audiences hay a terrible time understanding her at first. Slt and Stanley Holloway and Bob Coote ar Rex Harrison always know when Englishm« are in the audience because only then do Jul and Holloway get laughs with some of the lines. They can understand ... My Fair Lad. by the way, is not the same show every nigl Coote and Harrison have been playing it f so long now that they sometimes stick some original lines just for the fun of it . You probably won’t be seeing Bradford Di man and Jason Robards Jr. on televisi: very much until the Broadway run of Lo Day’s Journey Into Night is over. Their pai] are so exhausting that they don’t have t strength left over to do any television Sunday, the day Broadway stars have off a} the day they swarm all over the tv cha nels. In fact, for a while they were havi trouble just getting through their lines in t play. They were getting so wrapped up the long parts that they were actually blac ing out. Now they’re breathing into bro) paper bags during the intermissions—and fi they can make it through the performan: without fainting . . . Earl Wilson went alo with the gag the night the new Tonight shi had him get his hair dyed red in full vi of the tv audience. But he was really dyi of embarrassment, and tried to get it dy back to his own graying brown-black the ve next day. Unfortunately, the second dye } didn’t take, and poor Earl had to keep going back until he finally looked like J old self. Never again, he swears . . . Mauri Gosfield who plays Doberman on The F Silvers Show, has never had it so good p fessionally. His success in the part has boos his ego to the point where he’s turned i a natty dresser. He even looks upon him: as a lady killer, just the way Doberman d ergeant Bilko has conned him into V DET)

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