Modern Screen 1957-06 Vol. 51, No. 6

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Also ‘‘Wed- ding and Honeymoon Photo Album” gift offer and name of my nearest Starfire Jeweler, JUNE, 1957 : AMERICA’S GREATEST MOVIE MAGAZINE modern screen THREE MIRACLES HH 3.555 sdsscs cova ncccs- foe. pusedess ss rs ey ise Re. 33 stories JUNE ALLYSON BROKE HER HUSBAND’S HEART...THEN A MIRACLE SAVED: HER ‘MARRIAGE. =... ..25::5fe01cs- cecal oe eee 34 HARRY BELAFONTE ra. oes ccc ris ee by Kirtley Baskette 36 / LSE AND JANET ANSWER 23 QUESTIONS (Tony Curtis-Janet Leigh) ............. 38 PIN-UP PHOTOS OF ROCK HUDSON... : a _ Tene ve coups hoa Saye OS cee nae oS ee 40 BOB WAGNER e ee soe cana Stee OE ee teeta ad WHEN KIM WAS 13 (Kim Novak). Cipla eee eee “by Lou Larkin 42 LIZ TAYLOR’S FRIGHTENING ILLNESS... cetcnaci eT eee by Susan Wender 44 “WHY EDDIE’S TEARING DOWN WALLS AND BUYING ELEPHANTS” (Eddie Fisher). ...0... inion cae ee ee by Bunny Fisher 46 HE MAKES ME FEEL SO YOUNG! s(joun Crawtiord) fee oe ee eee 48 “SAL MINEO’S FALLING IN LOVE” LA ee oes sy Joe Sands 50 SISTERS SHOULD HELP EACH OTHER (Debra Paget ase Gaye)... by Jane Wilkie 52 MODERN SCREEN PLAYS*POST OFFICE WITH PILAR FOR JOHN WAYNE........... ESTHER WILLIAMS SAYS: COME SPEND SATURDAY MORNING AT OUR HOUSE 56 HUGH O'BRIAN AND THE LOST LOVE THAT HAUNTS HIM........ by Ed DeBlasio 60 HOW I SHOT TAB HUNTER AND 14 OTHER STARS...... by Nancy Steebeck 62 THEIR LOVE STORY (Peggy Lee-Dewey Martin ) ..by Jack Wade 64 features JUNE BIRTHDAYS. ..027ce.cfiecesssustecedtec ests osostenesuscsnsn Stee aoetege e reeaae eE 16 JIMMY STEWART LEARNS TO FLY—A 1927 PLANE tas 17 VICTORIA SHAW? DISCOVEHS “AMERICAN. =. 12) see ne eee ee en 20 MIKE TODD—FLOWER) ARRANGER gece ee 24 WHEN YUL (BRYNNER) BEAT THE U.S. MARINE CORPS. RED. RAE ce ke sas 31 JANE RUSSELL AND THE COMEDIAN sig secdpancdsyietlestoce eae OE MORE ear seek Sane 73 RICHARD’S INTENTIONS: HONORABLE! (Dick Powell-June Allyson) 90 SIGN LANGUAGE ©OF THE STARS ec secrceecscesece sce sacee ns see 95 departments LOUELLA PARSONS IN HOLLYWOOD) ioe. ss nee eee eee 6 THE INSIDE: STORY (25.5. c2cc0becsoscecsscedesecceshece leesccngy ese sas reso ne eta ee 4 TV TALK csi cde, aaeteccstecesctecstesanaccceutensvebaeciens dees Totes: 0ose cg RO ae ar rr ne 14 NEW MOVIES By Florence Epstein 25 MODERN, SCREEN .BEAUTY 22. cs.cc:.ccseelenes ossssee chess sce eeds0sde 50s atten on eae a ee 66 SNEAK PREVIEWS! OF NEW? THINGS FOR WYO Upc ceere tee ee 68 MODERN SCREEN FASHIONS Ee re Ty 58 sass Sues fo cre 70 SOO FORSY OURae sa : : ene 2 a ee alae A *Color portrait of Janet and Tony on the cover by F.P.G. 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-LOUELLA PARSONS in hollywood louella parsons’ GOOD NEWS A big party to celebrate a big picture was this month’s highlight... - ez and some new romances ) ae to replace the old... NATALIE WOOD’S BIG BROWN flirtatious eyes had Bob Wagner sulking at the big party the Buddy Adlers gave at RomanorFr’s following the premiere of Heaven Knows, Mr. Allison. Little Miss Wood was turning the full volt- age on former beau Nicky Hilton, who seemed to have eyes only for his date Joan Collins. But if Nicky wasn’t giving Natalie the nod, some of our most dignified gentlemen—many of them old enough to know better—acted like young colts in the stag line of a college prom cutting in on Natalie every time she took the floor with Bob. After it happened three or four times, Bob retreated to their table on the terrace above the dance floor and just sat out the major part of the supper-dance. It was a wonderful party with everyone singing the praises of Deborah Kerr and Robert Mitchum, who are so wonderful as the only two performers—aside from extras—in Mr. Allison. Deborah, who looked like a doll in a bouffant satin ball gown that swept the floor, was so happy that her husband Tony Bartley had been able to fly in from New York to attend the premiere with her. He hadn't thought he would be able to make it, ~ a r Ls. : A ne . fll 3 = s | 4 ~ ~ = = Natalie Wood and Robert Wagner barely sipped a glass of champagne togeth at the Buddy Adler shindig after the Heaven Knows, Mr. Allison premiér so Deborah had invited their nine-year-old Melanie to be her date. Even after her father showed up, Missy Melanie held her mother to her promise and showed up at the theater in a brand-new evening coat of black velvet trimmed in ermine, a very excited little girl. Zsa Zsa Gabor was dripping in pearls, must have had at least ten strands around her neck. “Of course, zee are real, dolling,” quoth Zsa Zsa. Joan Woodward, said to be the girl in Paul Newman’s life since his separation from his wife, had the most unusual hair-do in the room. Slicked straight back on the sides with little fringe bangs over her forehead, it made her look like a little girl in a daguer- reotype. Joan’s escort was TV actor Bob Quarry. Paul was off on a brief trip to New York. By the way, watch for Joan in Three Faces Of Eve—they say she is a young Bette Davis. The Pat Boones were the cutest couple, and danced every dance together. Pat whis- pered in my ear as we passed on the dance floor that he and Shirley had had a little domestic battle—and then they read my Sun- day story about how happy they are and promptly made up! "That's the fun about fights—kissing and making up,” said Shirley smiling at Pc Earlier in the evening at the theater, or of the biggest yells from the sidewalk faz went up for Jeffrey Hunter. Frankly hadn't realized he is is such a smash wi the kids. Jeff was with Dusty Bartlett, 1! model and tv glamour girl—and their clo: friends say don't be surprised if this romanc ends up in a wedding. I saw Rocky and Gary Cooper, ar their daughter Maria, and Jody McCre’ at the theater but at the party Rocky to me that Gary had been taken ill in the theat with chills and had gone on home. Mrs. Gregory Peck was sporting a fu! length silver mist mink coat. And you shou get a load of Jayne Mansfield’s fu length white mink! Jayne, I might add, dressing in much better taste when s appears in public than she did when she fi: came to Hollywood. Jeanne Crain and Paul Brinkme appear to be very happy if you can jud by all the smooching they do while dancir/ Jeanne’s gown was lovely, white taffe printed in pink roses. All in all, it was a big star-studded night | and lots of fun . . . thanks to the gracious h«| pitality of our hosts Anita and Buddy Adl | a ~~ oe Sey ae eee eee ne in eT ee

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1e Body helps The Body with her wrap. Or to put it . other way, Mickey Hargitay and Jayne Mansfield. lieve it or not, we caught them not kissing! Who? hy Jeanne Crain and Paul Brinkman of course! KIRK DOUGLAS AND HIS PRETTY ench wife Ann tossed themselves a party at was a party in their new home—a com- nation housewarming, and a farewell for tk, He was taking off for Europe to make aths Of Glory in a few days. The decorations throughout the house and to the enormous tent where dinner and mncing took place were along the Viking aes. Kirk laughed, “I’m producing and arring in The Viking for my own company— hy should I plug another movie?” As the gay evening wore on, I thought hat a good time Doris Day is having at atties lately. Marty Melcher, her hus- amd, doesn’t like to dance, but Doris was hav- ig a ball for herself twirlmg around the floor ith one or another hot-footed gentleman the atire evening. She looked as cute as all get- ut with her hair cut very short and in a snug- tting sheath dress. Very smart. ‘That's more than I can say for Burt Lan- aster, who ignored the usual dark suit i ea for men in the evening and turned up bright brown suit, mulberry shirt, bright house-slippers! (Continued on page 8) Joan Woodward, who came to the party with someone else because Paul was away, wore this cute hair-do. But Paul Newman saw it first a week ago. re ee That’s Joan Collins cheek-to-cheek with Robert Stack and his Rosemarie share a Nicky Hilton. He used to be Liz’ husband. smile over the doings of their young’un. Greg Peck and lovely Veronique, another new-parents couple, could hardly tear them- selves away from the baby’s nursery! Glamorous Zsa Zsa, wearing strands of lovely pearls, was lucky Denny Slater’s date for the party. He’d like to make her his.

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LOUELLA PARSONS in hollywood Continued Everyone got a big charge when Eddie Albert went and took over the entertainment department and sang and danced with the or- chestra. He kept begging Judy Garland to come up and sing. But Judy was having too much fun applauding Eddie, who was really wonderful. _ Van Johnson seemed unusually sub- dued sitting in a corner talking with Eleanor Powell and Glenn Ford and the Gregory Pecks most of the evening. Van wasn't even wearing his red sox! Others who enjoyed the hospitality of the Douglases were the James Masons, Mary and Jack Benny and Gracie Allen and George Burns. THE-CRACK-OF-THE MONTH: Bob Hope’s remark that Elvis Presley should get some kind of an award “for the best performance by an audience!” LANA TURNER WAS SPITTIN’ fire- crackers she was so mad over a story out of New York that she planned to get a quick divorce from Lex Barker and marry South American millionaire Luis Santos Jacinto. "It makes me so mad I could scream,” Lana told me. ‘‘Now that Lex and I are sepa- rated, I hope that every time I dine with a man rumors aren’t going to start that I’m going to marry him! “Eleven years ago, when I was on yaca- tion in Brazil I met Senor Jacinto and we went dancing a few times. When I returned there recently after visiting the Uruguay Film Festival in a party with other Hollywood people, Luis and twelve other men asked me to dinner. That's all it was and that’s all it’s going to be. For heavens sake, I’m still mar- ried.’ And that's that. PERSONAL OPINIONS: No bride ever had a longer drive from her wedding ceremony to her reception than Linda Dar- nell. The brunette Linda and airline pilot Captain Robbie Robertson said their vows at the Fiiers CHAPEL in the Mission INN at Riverside, and then drove back eighty-five miles to say hello to their friends at BARRA- CLouGH’s RESTAURANT in Hollywood. Even though Linda has been married three times, she wore a bridal veil and gown—but the color was PINK... . After years of doing just polite leading man roles, it's wonderful to see the big upswing in the career of David Niven, wanted for more good roles than he can fill. Of course Around The World In 80 Days did it. Right now David has the role of his life, right up his street, in My Man Godfrey. He replaced the explosive Germaneactor O. W. Fischer op- posite June Allyson.... As much in love as she is with Eaton Chalkley and as much as her Carrolltown neighbors in Georgia insist Susan Hayward is going to retire, I don’t believe it... . On the other hand, everybody figured Dana Wynter would bow out of films, that’s how ecstatic she is just being Mrs. Greg Bautzer. But Dana just signed a new contract with 20TH. Diana Dors was so incensed over re- ports that she is panning Americans and Hollywood now that she’s back in London that she called me all the way from England and talked up a big, big telephone bill to heatedly deny it. ‘Why should I pan Hollywood? I was treated wonderfully there,” said daunt- less Diana. Above Left Linda Darnell and Capt. Robbie Robertson are fly- ing high—they’re honeymooning in Miami, soaking up the sun. Above David Niven had more offers than he could handle in a month of Sundays, after his 80 Days success! David finally de- cided on U-I’s My Man God- frey, co-starring with June AI- lyson. Left Dana Wynter’s having such fun just being Mrs. Greg Baut- zer, but that didn’t keep her from signing on the dotted line when she was offered a great big new contract. j Vikki Dougan is showing more than bad tas when she forgets that it’s smarter to conce OPEN LETTER to Vikki Dougan: you hadn’t seemed like such a nice 9g when I talked with you and so sincere) serious about getting somewhere on t screen, I wouldn't even bother thrashing c the subject of those awful backless dress you wear in public. You must have a whole wardrobe of the gowns split right down to the end of yc spine in your closets. When you first ma the whole room at the Foreign Corresponde: Dinner gasp and then giggle with that op:| back job, I thought “Oh, well—maybe just one of a kind.” But since that time you’) appeared in more of these pneumonia-traps cocktail parties—and in Palm Springs weari dresses cut just as low. Vikki, you certainly can’t enjoy bei laughed at—or embarrassing your esco:| Yes, I say that Lance Fuller was a v« nervous and uncomfortable young man a’ recent art exhibit with all the photograph j sneaking up behind you to get pictures your, er—posterior! You don’t have to tell me that you doing it for publicity. You have been quo) as saying, ‘Whether people like the dres § or not—at least I’m attracting attention | ‘the first time.” I have an idea that if John Wayne, v! has you under contract to his BATJAC ox pany, had been in town—instead of in Lil shooting Legend Of The Lost—he would hi& had you in for a quiet little talk on the merit ® good taste. H | You told me that you really want a cha € to show your acting ability on the screen. Vv not stick to that instead of concentrating showing your whole spine? (Continued on page 7

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LOUELLA PARSONS in hollywood Continued Above Yvonne DeCarlo takes time out to relax with Clark Gable and her husband during one of the scenes that Bob pip watch them make! Above Right One of the happy stories to come out of Hollywood—and one of my exclusives! —made Jean Peters the news of the year. Right Rita Hayworth is looking prettier than ever these days—and my guess is that producer James Hill has a lot to do with Rita’s smile! Below Quite a grin on that handsome Dick Egan —and he’s wearing it more and more these days. Little Miss Pat Hardy, as far as I’m concerned, is one of the big reasons for Dick’s happiness. THE HOLLYWOOD STORY of the year was my exclusive on Howard Hughes’ marriage to Jean Peters. I printed it three days after it happened. Don’t ask me who gave me the story, because I won't tell. I will only say that I know it is true. Jean is so in love with Howard that she practically gave up her career to become Mrs. Hughes. But you can look to see the wife of the multi-millionaire return to pictures. probably for Hughes’ own organization. Yer last picture was A Man Called Peter. made over two ears ago. Since that time she hasn’t been at her studio, 20TH CENTURY- Fox, nor has anyone known her whereabouts or heard from her until my story b-oke that she was honeymooning with Howard. I hear the marriage took place on a boat. DON’T SELL Rita Hayworth ond producer (with HecHT-LANCASTER ) James Hill short as a romance. Although Pita tosses her red hair and says “Nothing to it’ when ye ask her about Hill, she is certainly spend: ing lots and lots of time with him. Many people ask me how I think Rita and Kim Novak will get along working together in Pal Joey. I think they'll get along great— because they work separately romancing Frank Sinatra in the script! ONE AFTERNOON, late on the shooting of Band Of Angels from Warners, Yvonne DeCarlo’s husband Bob Morgan decided to pay his wife a visit on the set. But when he got there, the guard stopped him and said the set was closed. Morgan asked why. “Miss DeCarlo is working in a soaking wet nightgown that clings to her—and so no visitors,” the guard said. “But I’m her husband,” smiled Bob. “Can't help that,” said the custodian of morals, “the only gentlemen allowed on the set are Director Raoul Walsh, the cameraman —ond Mr. Clark Gable!”’ THE LEAST SURPRISING Bulletin Of-The-Month: June Allyson and Dick Powell reconcile! Did anyone really think they wouldn't? Not with Dick carrying a torch for his Junie a mile high all the time they were parted. June really needs Dick's protec- tive devotion—and as he hoped at the time of the rift she ‘‘came to her senses.” I’M GOING TO TAKE a running jump and predict that by the time you read this Richard Egan and Pat Hardy will be officially engaged—or maybe married. [f ever an eligible bachelor proceeded with caution it’s the good-looking Dick. I think I can understand that. He comes of a very religious family: one of his brothers is a Priest, he himself is very devout—and he knows that when he marries it will be for keeps. Dick and Pat have been dating for two years. She’s a girl with innate poise and sweetness and she is very much in love with Egan. Although many people believe she could have an important screen career of her own if she wanted it, Pat has always put Dick's work ahead of her own. I know of one occasion when she turned down an interesting role because Dick was between films and she wanted to spend her time with him. The sweet smell of orange blossoms is very much in the air. (Continued on page 12)

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He is one of those comedians—like Phil Silvers and unlike Jack Benny—who doesn’t need his writers’ scripts to keep up his end of a fun conversa- tion. Ewell also doesn’t demand the spotlight all the time. One day recently he had a lunch date in the theater district and was given his choice of two restaurants—Sarp1’s, the theatrical hangout where first-nighters wait for the dra- ma critics’ verdict on the new play in town, or the ALGconouIN, where the literati congregate. Almost any actor would have picked Sarpi’s because there, in that table-hopping atmos- phere, he could receive congratulations and compliments by the score. Not Ewell. He picked the ALGONQUIN so that he could eat undisturbed. Not that he has anything against adulation— he honestly admits he loves it—but his ego doesn’t demand it all the time. Ewell, inci- dentally, has a unique way of learning his lines. He gets behind the wheel of his car, -puts his script on the seat beside him, and drives around the Connecticut countryside reciting as he goes. If he forgets a line, he just glances down at the script. Some of his neighbors who don’t know about his memorizing routine are con- vinced Ewell is going off his rocker when they see him cruising around all alone and talking, apparently to himself, a mile a minute—and with facial expression too! .. . When you see Audrey Hepburn in Funny Face, you'll see her cuddling a puppy in one scene. She fell in love with the dog making that scene in Paris, and when she and Mel Ferrer went to New York to do Mayerling on Ty, she missed it so much that they went out and bought one just like it for their own. Speaking of dogs and Audrey and Mel, the Ferrers include shaggy- dog stories among their many mutual tastes. They can sit around for hours telling them... Wouldn’t you know it! As soon as Charles Van Doren got famous winning all that money on Twenty-One, the rumors started that he had always been the black sheep of the famous and intellectual Van Doren family, that his relatives had despaired of his ever amounting to anything. Don’t believe it for a moment. There isn’t a word of truth to it. His family was very pleased and proud, but ot surprised. Winners on Tv quiz shows, incidentally, some- times get a lot more reward than just the prizes announced over the air. Van Doren’s book on the Civil War, for example, will undoubtedly sell more copies than it would have if he’d never wowed the nation on Twenty- One—and that means more royalties for him. He also gets invitations to appear on other shows—for money. He gets theater tickets for free because it’s good publicity for the play if he goes to see it. And—to top it off—he even got offered a European vacation! The Belgian government was so upset when he missed an- swering King Baudouin’s name that it offered him a trip to Belgium to meet the king. And yes, said the Belgian representative, Charles could take a friend and two relatives! .. . It seems unbelievable now, but those wonderful brothers, Bert and Harry Piel, almost never got on the air. It took one man one year to convince the Piel brewing outfit and its advertising agency that Bert (Ray Goulding) and Harry (Bob SEAS <i r I ae Zi front of the cameras or on stage. Others writ«| Elliot) could sell beer. Even then the sponsor and the agency insisted that the cemmercial be given a test try in one town. The results in that | one town of course proved that Piel had the | hottest commercial ever seen on television— and fixed it so we could see Harry and Bert again and again and again . . . 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@ Victoria Shaw is just waiting to get her husband to Australia. There’s a little score she wants to settle. . . By now, Vici is fairly well Yankeefied. But a year and a half ago, she was just a girl from Australia and about all she knew about America and Americans was that they spoke English with a funny accent. Then she met Roger Smith. The two fell in love, and Roger and Vici decided to take a long week end and drive from Hollywood to Nogales, Arizona, so that Roger’s folks could meet his wife-to-be. They piled into his car and crossed the desert and the Imperial Valley. Then they neared the Arizona border. Roger pulled over to the side of the road. “T don’t want to seare you, darling,” he said, “but well be going through Yuma in a little while. That town is still full of Indians.” “Whatll we do?” asked Vici, remem- bering all the American movies she'd seen on the Wild West. “Well, ordinarily they’re not danger- ous. But I think it would be a good idea to roll up the windows and duck down behind the dashboard so they can’t see They're happily married, but Vici hasn’t forgotten the incident. VICTORIA SHAW DISCOVERS AMERICA you when we drive through the city.” “But it’s so hot!” “Yes, I know, but it’s better to be hot than to have an arrow in your face.” Vici agreed. They rolled up the car’s windows and Vici ducked.to the floor. All the way through town, Vici was invisible—and Roger somehow managed to keep a straight face. On the eastern outskirts of Yuma, Roger stopped the car again. “@K,” he said. “I guess we're safe. You can come up now and we can open the windows.” Vici wanted to know if he’d seen any Indians. Roger said he’d seen a few, but they didn’t seem to be on the warpath that day. “Look,” Roger said, “pretty soon now we'll have to cross the Gila River. If the bridge is out, we'll have to carry the car across.” “Carry the car? thates: “Tf the Indians have burned the bridge, that’s all we can do. Folk around here do it all the time. The river is pretty shallow, and I'll take the heavy end— the front—and you take the light end How can we do and the tires buoy it up. We'll manage.” “T wish I’d stayed home,” thought — Vici. They drove on and came to the river. They were in luck—the Indians hadn't burned down the bridge and they were able to drive across in comfort. Some hours later, they got to Nogales and Vici heaved a sigh of relief as she walked into the Smiths’ home. “Did you have a nice trip?” Roger’s mother asked. “Well, it was all right.” answered Vici. “We were lucky—the Indians in Yuma weren’t on the warpath and they hadn't burned down the bridge over the Gila River so we didn’t have any trouble.” “Indians? Warpath? Burned the bridge? What are you talking about?” At that point, Roger couldn’t control himself any longer. He sank into a chair and laughed and laughed. Vici stood there, her face getting redder and redder as first she became embarrassed, then angry, and finally hysterical with laugh- ter herself as she saw the joke was very definitely on her. The return trip was uneventful. But, like we said, Victoria is just waiting to get husband Roger to Australia! Roger’s the bull and Vici the matador—and now’s her chance to get even!

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WORTH FOR LOVE | SEEING Beau James THIS F “SS The Bachelor Party NEW MOVIES FOR SUSPENSE Gunfight At The O.K. Corral Heaven Knows, Mr. Allison Uniamed Youth The Tattered Dress FOR LAUGHS ES This Could Be The Night Joe Butterfiy FOR SHIVERS Abandon Ship FOR ADVENTURE Boy On A Dolphin BOB HOPE portrays New York City’s most coloriul political figure, Mayor Jimmy Walker. Here he’s shown with his wife, Alexis Smith, during an exciting scene from Beau James. BEAU JAMES the life and times of Jimmy Walker = A tribute to New York and to one of its most popular Mayors—Jimmy Walker—Beau James will appeal to everyone who appreciates a man who enjoyed life and love. Nineteen- twenty-five in this city was a fine, gay, pros- perous time. Walker (Bob Hope), who would rather have been Mayor of New York than president, and would rather have been on Broadway than in City Hall, stumps for office all over town with more than a flair for vau- deville. He’s a sharp dresser and a lover of the limelight and good living—too easygoing a lover of both to suit his wife (Alexis Smith) who is politically ambitious for him. In fact, her ambition seems to be the real reason she hasn’t divorced him, although her religion too was against it. On the night he’s elected Mayor, Walker, still barred from his wife’s room, goes down to a Greenwich Village nightclub. There he is appalled by the singing of a young chorus girl (Vera Miles). She finds him out- side the club at five in the morning sleeping off the night on a bench, and takes him home. She is appalled to discover that he is the Mayor and gives him a lecture on civic re- '‘Sponsibility. He responds by getting her a featured role in a Broadway show. He falls in love. As Mayor, he does a lot in the way of idine schools and hospitals for the city; big jobs. But even though he is honest himself, he is unable to stop the graft and corruption | that flowers in his party. When he publicly re- | veals his love for Vera, the city turns against | him. Though his charm carried him along for a while, an investigation into party politics weakens his position. J may have been a chump, he tells a vast audience gathered for a ball game at YANKEE StapIuM, but I’m not the only one. You were the chumps who elected me. And he resigns irom his office. Debonair | was the word for Walker and Bob Hope plays | him to theyhilt, bringing warmth and tender- ness to what is also a touching love story. With Paul Douglas, Darren McGavin, Joe Mantello. Narrated by Walter Winchell. Vista- Vision—Paramount. ‘ THE BACHELOR PARTY middle-class love in the city = Paddy Chayevsky, the voice of New York’s middle class, offers another realistic portrait of somewhat dreary heroes and heroines. Don Murray is an average bookkeeper who lives in an apartment house project with an average wife (Patricia Smith) and goes to night school in hopes oi becoming a certified public ac- | countant. When Patricia informs him that he is also going to become a father, he shows an average amount of dismay. There is a young fellow (Philip Abbott) in Don’s office who is going to get married— (Continued on page 26) — Debbie comes out 24 4 ¥; = = —- ae A nice girl but not glamorous, until... First, she darkens and silkens colorless lashes and brows with a touch of rich KURLENE eyelash cream every night. | KurLENE® tube 50c* jar $1.00* *plus tax = Second, Debbie shapes uneven eyebrows. With gentle Twissors, the only tweezers with scissor handles, she plucks wayward hairs from under | brows.(Newcoif flat- , ters eyes and face.) Twissors® 75c Third, Debbie’s undramatic eyes become bright, sparkling. She uses KURLASH eye- | lash curler to give a bewitching curve to her lashes ... new JPR > A. 3 a beauty to her eyes. 2. REN KurrasH® $1.00 Cg | SF See what Debbie’s eye beauty plan can do for you! KurLas# products at your local department, drug or variety store. Company, Inc., Rochester 4, N.Y. (Also avatlable in Canada)

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New Bottle ® BRAND DISINFECTANT A Lehn & Fink Product e Also available in Canada movie previews (Continued from page 25) why, he knows not. There is the average reaction of good fellowship among the other bookkeepers—Larry Blyden, who has sown his. wild oats and now wears rimless glasses; E. G. Marshall, who is past forty and dying of asthma but bound and determined to see his son through medical school; Jack Warden, a con- firmed bachelor whose casual ways with the ladies arouse the envy of all. They decide that Philip must be given a bachelor party. It is a night of revelation. They have dinner in Greenwich Village, watch some dubiously edu- cational films at Warden’s apartment, carouse rather tiredly in a couple of bars, and wind up at a very crowded, pathetically Bohemian party in some girl’s apartment. During the course of all this, Don Murray grows up. That is, he rejects the advances of a lost girl, excellently played by Carolyn Jones, gets new insight into the souls of his fellow bookkeepers —Lord preserve him from being like them !— and runs home with the conviction that his own average life with his own average wife is nothing less than Heaven.—U.A. THIS COULD BE THE NIGHT New Yorkese comedy = Here is a delightful adventure into the bis- tros that line 52nd Street in New York—a street of lightly-clad dancing girls and heavy spenders. Jean Simmons, a fresh young school- teacher with a classy accent, applies to club- owner Paul Douglas for a secretarial job. He is completely charmed; he’d hire her just to hear her talk, if nothing else. His young part- ner Anthony Franciosa, whom Douglas saved from what would probably have been a life of crime, is not charmed at all. He feels in- ferior to Jean and shows it through boorish behavior. Jean, innocent and friendly, gets the nickname of Baby and spreads joy around. She gives strip-tease dancer Neile Adams a carrot-pie recipe with which to win a cooking contest. Neile’s mother (Joan Blondell) takes it hard because she wants her girl to stay a stripper. She inspires the artistry of chef J. Carroll Naish. She is instrumental in helping bus-boy Rafael Campos pass an important algebra exam. She befriends the sophisticated, but not jaded, singer Julie Wilson. She cures Paul Douglas of chronic indigestion and she startles Anthony Franciosa into falling for her. This terrifies him since he is not the type to go to night school and become high class. The characters are warm and lovable; the dialogue is funny; the story, though not amaz- ingly original, gains immeasurably from its very talented performers. With Murvyn Vye. —MGM. : HEAVENS KNOWS, MR. ALLISON a nun, a Marine and an island s Because John Huston directs, Heaven Knows, My. Allison has the aura and polish of an important film. The photography, the act- ing by Deborah Kerr and Robert Mitchum, the pacing are all first rate. But the story it- self is not much more than a gimmick. The scene is a desolate atoll in the South Pacific during World War II. Mitchum, a Marine, drifts up to it on a rubber raft, all that’s left of the submarine he was on. Cautiously search- ing the atoll he finds the remains of a small village and a church. In the church is a young nun, Deborah Kerr. They are alone on Kora- Kora. Mitchum is a rough, uncultivated Ma- . rine who “broke out” of an orphanage at fourteen and, as he explains to Deborah, “got a eR | the Corps like you got the Church.” She has | not quite got the church because she has still to take her final vows. But anyone can see | that she is a fine and truly devoted nun. It turns out that Mitchum is a pretty fine fellow himself and, being alone, it’s natural for them to be drawn together. Then Japanese soldiers swarm over the island, and the two take to a cave. Mitchum does some fancy and dangerous | footwork to get some supplies from the Japa- | nese camp. When the Japanese leave, he gets | drunk on Saki and frightens Deborah with a marriage proposal. She’s frightened because she likes him. When the Japanese return, Mitchum risks his life to steal blankets for Deborah who took quite sick on the night of his proposal. By this time he realizes he doesn’t have a chance with her. He does get the | chance, though, to help the Marines land. | CinemaScope—20th-Fox. TAMMY AND THE BACHELOR Debbie goes barefoot in Mississippi | = Somewhere in the Bayou country of Missis- sippi you will find Tammy (Debbie Reynolds) | with her long tan hair and her wise swamp | ways. Other people let their lives become | hopelessly burdened because they don’t know j how to be themselves. But Tammy, living on | a shanty-boat with a goat and grandpa Wal- | ter Brennan, knows what’s what. One night a plane crashes nearby and Tammy has the | opportunity to nurse survivor Leslie Neilsen j back to life. When Grandpa is thrown into jail for manufacturing corm liquor, Tammy goes to Brentwood Hall, where Leslie lives. At the moment, Leslie is trying to save the plantation by planting tomatoes on it. His fiancée (Mala Powers) wants him to go into the advertising business. His aunt (Mildred Natwick), who wears Chinese kimonos and is bedeviled by cats, has always wanted to live in New Orleans. His mother (Fay Wray) dreams bitterly of old southern splendor. His father (Sidney Blackmer), a professor, has retreated behind his books. Tammy sets each and every one straight by and by. Only thing she can’t save is the tomato crop. But there’s the compensation of knowing that Leslie will keep on planting year after year with Tammy at his side. CinemaScope—U-I. GUNFIGHT AT THE O.K. CORRAL starring Kirk Douglas and Burt Lancaster | = This is a big, complicated Western which, along with all the shooting you can ask for, presents men’s souls for scrutiny. First there’s Kirk Douglas, an ex-dentist who gave up his practice because of bad health and has be- | come a gambler, a drunk, an inviter of trouble and a very good shot—whose daring, one shortly learns, is due to his indifference to life. He has a girl friend (Jo Van Fleet) whom he abuses. She somehow reminds him, by being the direct opposite, of the graceful southern life he led as a boy. There is Dodge City Mar- shal Wyatt Earp (Burt Lancaster), respected by all, feared and disliked by outiaws. There is Rhonda Fleming, a lady gambler who’d give up gambling for Earp if Earp would give up marshalling for a ranch in | California. It’s about 1870 in Texas, and men are killing each other like flies. Lancaster rides into town looking for the Clanton gang led by Clanton (Lyle Bettger), but Bettger’s been and gone. However, a fellow named Bailey (Lee Van Cleef) is about to have been. You see, he’s come to town aching to kill Kirk Douglas, who killed Bailey’s brother in self- defense. When Douglas (Continued on page 28) a

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aati, Who taught a sophisticated Ny bachelor about Love, stuffy town about Fun Aas and an ultra-modern family about Happiness! . sity , Ss Vi HSS co-starring LESLIENIEISEN WALTER BRENNAN MALA POWERS:SIDNEY BLACKMER-MILDRED NATWICK witnFay Wray ee brett ty JOSEPH PEVNEY « sien by OSCAR BRODNEY - rosuce y ROSS HUNTER fernaliond “ movie previews (Continued from page 26) kills Bailey, Lancaster saves him from a lynch- ing. A firm friendship is established, although neither one will admit it. Jo Van Fleet takes up with John Ireland, one of Clanton’s hired guns. Rhonda Fleming takes up, and dis- misses, Lancaster because he’s bent on hunt- ing down Clanton. Clanton has a herd of stolen cattle which he plans to walk to Mexico. Well, the upshot is the gunfight at O. K. Corral where Clanton and his gang face Lan- caster and his gang. The biggest part of the gang is Kirk Douglas. Peace, as they say, is restored to the lawless frontier. VistaVision— Paramount. JOE BUTTERFLY G.I.’s in post-war Tokyo = The occupation of Japan is not just a mat- ter of moving in troops. Where to put the troops is one big question, and where to find an officer for the editors of Yank magazine is another big question with which this picture largely and amusingly deals. Enter Joe But- terfly (Burgess Meredith), a Japanese opera- tor with an hilarious command of American slang and a willingness to traffic in anything from black-market cigarettes to on-the-spot delivery of Tokyo Rose. George Nader is more or less in charge of Yank. Audie Mur- phy was Yank’s photographer until his irre- pressible spirits got him deported home. He’s a practical joker whose chief butt is Keenan Wynn, rival publisher out to take over Yank’s printing press for his own. Being irrepressible, Audie arrives AWOL in Tokyo and moves into the charming house and garden Joe Butterfly commandeered for Yank. Quite a coup, too, since American Generals are hap- lessly wandering all over Tokyo looking for | straw to sleep on, and the Yank staff right- | fully belongs in a barracks. The house is also inhabited by its Japanese owner, his family and remote cousins; Joe Butterfly invited them along to share in the army’s wealth. Well, there is a great deal of horsing around, stimulated by the attempt to keep the house, to keep commanding officer Fred Clark from finding out about the house, to keep Keenan Wynn under control, to keep Audie Murphy concealed and to keep still long enough to put out the first edition of Yank. It’s a lot of fun. CinemaScope—U-I. BOY ON A DOLPHIN romantic adventure in Greece = Here is another part of the world—Athens, the island of Hydra and the Aegean Sea— serving as a beautiful background for an equally picturesque adventure story. Sophia Loren dives for sponges to support herself, her little brother (Pierro Giagnoni) and her handsome, lazy boy friend (Jorg Mistral). One afternoon underwater she discovers a rare treasure—a statue of a boy riding a pure gold dolphin. Sophia hurries to Athens to find a rich foreigner to pay for the treasure. She finds Alan Ladd, an American archeologist in charge of the Museum Acroports. She also finds Clifton Webb, a very elegant and wealthy thief who has often been thwarted by Ladd in his attempts to keep such treasures for himself. Ladd of course knows that they all belong to the Greek people. Sophia likes Ladd, but she likes money more. After spending a few hours on Webb’s yacht she agrees to double-cross Ladd. While Webb makes plans to sneak the treasure out of Greek waters, Sophia and Ladd spend days diving together,

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ut always in the wrong places. As the plot leasantly thickens there is much to delight he eye—especially the exuberant beauty of jophia Loren and the seemingly eternal beauty # Greece. CinemaScope—20th-Fox. ABANDON SHIP too many survivors in one lifeboat | This movie is based on an actual happening vyhich occurred about a hundred years ago. ‘or films, the tragedy has been transposed 0 a present-day setting and characterizations. There is a luxury ship whose ’round-the-world ruise is interrupted by a stray mine that lasts it in two. A thousand people are killed mmediately, but about twenty-seven souls ind themselves in or around a lifeboat that s built to hold nine. A French poodle is mong the survivors, and just to reveal the nood of the movie—officer-in-charge Tyrone ower refuses to throw the dog overboard to make room for one of the men in the water. [he reason he refuses is because dog meat s edible—and things may come to that. The ifeboat is bobbing along amid sharks, debris ind the threat of storm. No SOS was sent jut and the nearest land is Africa, 1,500 miles 1way. Something drastic has to be done. Lloyd Nolan, who is about to die, tells Power hat the only way to save anyone is to lighten he ship by abandoning those who can’t pull heir own weight. After which suggestion he lives overboard. No one feels inclined to fol- ow his example. So Power, with the aid of 1 gun, decides who shall be given up as sacrifices to the sea. His girl friend, nurse Mai Zetterling, is horrified by this, as are those vhom Power puts off the boat—the play- vright (he’s seasick), the ex-opera star (she’s ld), the young mother (cracked ribs), the itomic scientist (he’s ill), and several others who are ill, hurt, or weak. Those left in the boat are strong and healthy, but with not much else to recommend them. Tyrone Power is never quite sure, even after the lifeboat is picked up, whether he did right—Columbia. THE BURGLAR all about a diamond necklace s One day little Jayne Mansfield knocks on the door of Sister Sara, a wealthy Philadelphia spiritualist. When Sister Sara says what is it ?— Jayne gives her a quarter for the cause. You wouldn’t believe that Jayne is actually a case worker. That is, she cases Sister Sara’s, joint so that Dan Duryea can sneak in later and steal a diamond necklace from Sara’s bedroom safe. But that is what happens. Dan has two assistants (Peter Capell, Mickey Shaughnessey ) who keep nagging him to get rid of Jayne. Who needs her? they ask. As it happens, Dan really doesn’t need her. But when he was a little orphan boy she was the daughter of a burglar who gave him a good home and made him promise to take care of Jayne ever after. Dan sends her to Atlantic City for safekeeping after the robbery. There she finds a boy friend (Steward Bradley) who is a corrupt police- man in plain clothes. Back in Philadelphia Dan finds a girl friend (Martha Vickers) who is a partner of the corrupt policeman. They all want the diamonds, but what they all get is what they deserve-——Columbia. THE TATTERED DRESS and the tattered court of law a Elaine Stewart staggers home with her dress all in pieces and a wicked smile on her face. Her husband (Philip Reed) races off in a car to shoot her boy friend. Obviously it’s mur- der, but criminal (Contivued on page 30) AVOID COMPLEXION FADE-OUT NEW LIQUID MAKE-UP STAYS TRUE the whole day through! At last you can wear a make-up that needs no retouching from nine to five — from dusk ’til bedtime. Westmore’s Tru-Glo won’t fade, won’t turn orange, ° won’t even streak! Your complexion stays alive and glowing! Will your present make-up give you the same breathtaking results? Get Tru-Glo — WESTMORE’S NEW WLI) fj Nae ‘ Liquid uYflo { | dice THE HOUSE OF WESTMORE, INC.. New York — Hollywood : ‘ the cosmetic creation of Hollywood’s Westmore Brothers — and compare! 7 lovely shades available at leading variety and drug stores: 59c plus tax; slightly higher in Canada. Also see Westmore’s Fabulous New Lipstick Shade ... PINK-ORANGE!

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When she’s not picking cotton or being | treed by two fierce dogs belonging to ranch | owner John Russell, Mamie flings herself around the company store singing frenzied rock ’n’ roll numbers—much to the enchant- | ment of the cotton-picking youths. How did all this come about? It seems that middle-~ aged female judge (Lurene Tuttle) has been + somewhat starved for love and formed an | attachment for young, handsome, cold-blooded Russell. So she keeps his ranch well-supplied with prison labor. Lurene can hardly guess that Russell is abusive. It isn’t until Lurene’s son (Don Burnett) comes home from war and goes to work as a harvester on Russell’s ranch that she is forced to face unpleasant facts — Columbia. RECOMMENDED FILMS NOW PLAYING AROUND THE WORLD IN 80 DAYS: David Niven bets that he can go around the world in eighty days and proceeds to do so with his valet, Cantinflas. 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Robinson, John Derek. Debra Paget, Sir Cedric Hardwicke, Vincent Price. Eduard Franz. Directed by Cecil B. DeMille. ANASTASIA (20th-Fox): Ingrid Bergman plays Anastasia, and Yul Brynner plays Bounine—the man who is trying to prove to Russian Empress Helen Hayes that Ingrid is the young Grand Duchess. Rumor has it that Anastasia may not have died in the | mass assassination of the Royal family in 1918. FEAR STRIKES OUT (Para.): A young lifetime o¢ straining to the breaking point to live up to his father’s ideals finally does break Jim Piersall of the Red Sox. Anthony Perkins plays Piersall, Karl Malden his father, and Norma Moore is the girl Jim marrie After his breakdown, psychiatrist Adam Williams

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: Eee 9 Se. = NHEN YUL BEAT THE U.S. MARINE CORPS @ Everybody knows that Yul Brynner peaks eleven languages. That he is an -xpert chef. That he is a world traveller. 3ut what most of his-fans don’t know is hat he’s also a ju-jitsu champion. One Marine found out the hard way! Shortly after Yul arrived in the Jnited States, he was invited to a party. \ typical wiseguy kept pestering Yul. First, he taunted Yul saying that he loubted he had ever been born in the Jrient. A half dozen cocktails later. he eered that Yul couldn't speak Japa- 1ese. As a clincher, he stated flatly that f Yul had been in Japan, naturally he vould know ju-jitsu. That’s when Yul saw his chance to play a practical joke on this pest. “No,” he said quietly. “I don’t know ju-jitsu. But I've wanted to learn.” “Aw, it’s too rough for you!” “T’m game.” was all that Yul replied. They agreed to meet the next day at a ju-jitsu academy run by a former U. S. Marine Corps instructor. A burly Marine sergeant explained to Yul the principal points of the sport. Yul was thrown a dozen times and his “friend” couldn’t keep from laughing. “Tll get the hang of it,” said Yul slyly. “You wouldn’t like to bet I throw him the next time. would you? Just a centleman’s bet. fifty bucks maybe?” The guy jumped at: the chance to pick up some easy money. That’s where he made his mistake. Yul and the Marine grappled for a few seconds and then, to everybody’s amazement, the sergeant found himself im an excruciatingly painful arm-lock. When Yul let loose. he went flying through the air. When he got to his feet. Yul slammed him against the mat so hard the sergeant’s wrist was broken. While the wiseguy paid off the bet, Yul apologized to the Marine. “Heck.” said the bewildered sergeant, “I don’t mind. What I don’t get is where you learned ju-jitsu so good?” “Oh,” said Yul, “I never did learn ju-jitsu. You see. my specialty is judo!” Which just happens to be twice as rough! ~ Yul’s currently in 20th’s Anastasia. - ae LIVE LIKE A MOVIE STAR FOR 2 FUN-PACKED WEEKS _ e Date a Handsome Actor in Hollywood | e Receive a $500 Wardrobe e Chance to become an Actress All can be yours as the LADY ELLEN PRINCESS OF 195735 Here Is Your Most Exciting Dream Come True! Imagine living like a movie star in Hollywood for two wonderful weeks,. with all expenses paid - plus a $500 wardrobe! Imagine dating Bill Cord, Darren McGavin, Steve Rowland or Marshall Thompson! It’s YOUR choice! AND you may have a professional Screen Test at a Major Studio! This is optional. You may enter the Search for the Lady Ellen Princess just for two glorious weeks of FUN! EVERY GIRL AND WOMAN in the United States and Canada is eligible! It’s EASY! It’s FUN! Enter TODAY! Whether you want a vacation or a career, it CAN happen to YOU! Beverly Faye Robinson of Nashville, Tennessee, Lady Ellen Princess of 1956, was a receptionist when she won her trip to Hollywood! YOU have JUST AS GOOD A CHANCE TO WIN! Here’s all you do: Tell us your “greatest wish” in a letter written as if to a friend. Literary quality will not count. Begin your letter, “My greatest wish is...”, complete it in 50 words or less. Add one sentence, “I would like a date with...” and name one of the stars pictured above. (Any minor winning the-Lady Ellen Princess Search will be accompanied by a chaperone approved by parents or guardian during her Hollywood visit.) Purchase a 25c card* of LADY ELLEN Pin Curl Clips or Klippies at your neighborhood variety. drug or department store, beauty shop or food > market. This becomes your nomination ballot. S Marshall Thompson 3 “Darren McGavin _ Cord Be sure to write your name and address on the teve back of the card and mail it, together with your letter, to: LADY ELLEN PRINCESS, LOS ANGELES 51, CALIFORNIA. All nomination ballots must be received on or before September 30, 1957. All winners will be notified by mail no later than December 31, 1957. *Be sure to read complete information and rules printed on every card. 1000 ADDITIONAL PRIZES! Exquisite dresser sets & beautiful compacts! Rowland BRE CLIPS Pa LS ‘Lei Lo: mi Mon. \ “f Gas HOLLYWOOD FREE instructions enable you to set your hair as professional beauticians do. Send today for your free 16-page illustrated booklet, “How to Set a Pin —— Curl”. Send 10c to cover postage and : cost of handling to: THE KAYNAR COMPANY Dept. MS 1983 Box 2001 Terminal Annex Los Angeles 54, Califorma Beverly Faye Robinson Lady Effen Princess of 1956 Nee iy 3 ‘

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DARRYL F. ZANUCK'S en é ad GT ‘f by Alec Waugh Directed by ROBERT ROSSEN “=~ /he place is the Vest /noies. The tantalizing sun Mages so many sins! DOROTHY > DANDRIDGE as Margot Maxwell Fleury MICHAEL ~RENNIE as Carson JOAN COLLINS as Jocelyn HARRY BELAFONTE as Boyeur 2 by DE LUXE. by 2Oth ‘Century-Fox 32

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Harry Belafonte stood under a Florida moon that washed the street with golden light, and felt his soul knot as he heard the policeman say Where you goin’ Nigra? .. . Elizabeth Taylor’s pain-tight body started to tremble in the circle of Mike’s arms, and again a little disc in her spine—crushed and herniated—made her whispered words become a shriek of agony... June Allyson, breathing the pure oxygen that filled the tent over her narrow white hospital bed, opened her eyes and—for the brief moment before she was in a coma again—thought I’m alone. But perhaps everyone must die alone .. . 3 These are three of the stories you'll read | | | | | | ; on the following pages. When we read them, i we cried. Sad stories? Not at all! Our b | VIIRAG | S tears came because these are people who | | E thought there would be no more 1 1 laughter—and then, again, found strength Hl i to make life good to live. Sometimes the strength was within themselves. But when it wasn’t from inside that a miracle came—somehow, always, as if through a vast and unknown Plan, each was given an unexpected arm to lean on and a soul to travel with. When yow read i their stories, you’ll know what I mean. 33. at

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mw “All right, Mrs. Powell,” the nurse said gently. “I won't argue with you any more. If you don't want to eat, you don’t have to.” She walked to the windows, and with a firm snap the Venetian blinds closed, cutting off the view of Los Angeles spread out below them. “But you must sleep,” she said. “The doctor said you must sleep. And with all those pneumonia germs racing around in your system, with your temperature, it’s a wonder to me you can stay awake at all.” She walked to the bed, and with deft fingers straightened pillows, smoothed the sheet, fixed the oxygen tent over the too-thin, too-pale June Allyson. “There now,” she said. “You will try to sleep, won’t you?” slall try,” June said. She turned her head—away from the cheerful smile, the sympathetic eyes. She heard the door close behind the nurse. The room was quiet again. Nothing moved. “I’m going to die,” she thought. “I am going to die.” She lay very still, a tiny, pathetically thin, almost wasted body; a tired, tortured face. Faintly, through the window, came the sounds of the city below—cars moving through the streets, footsteps hurrying, a voice rising softly in the dusk. The sounds of life, of people who had a place to go, someone to meet, someone to love. “The way I did,” she thought. “Before whatever it was went wrong...” She shut her eyes quickly. She could almost hear the nurse: “Don’t cry, Mrs. Powell. The doctor says it’s so bad for you to cry.” But the tears came anyway, flooding the clouded blue eyes, tumbling down the cheeks. “The way I did once... .” Once, she had been the spirit of youth. Everything that was young and gay and right. And eternally happy stad with living, but mostly — always happy—June Allyson, laughing and dancing and tossing her little blonde head through a hundred pictures, being to a whole world everything that meant youth and beauty. And being young, she could get away with anything. With marrying Dick Powell, eighteen years her senior, with babbling to everyone who would listen of how she loved him, worshipped him, of how he was teaching her to dress, to entertain, to live. Of how they wanted children . . . oh, she could do anything. Anything—even—even get away with that silly nonsense, that school-girl crush on (Continued on page 89)

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Jere it is—one of the greatest stories ever to .ppear in a movie magazine—the complete ife saga of Hollywood's first Negro star... By Kirtley Baskette HARRY BELAFONTE One afternoon seven years ago, a tortured young man slammed the door of his hotel room in Miami, Flor- a, and then sank wearily on the bed to think things out. His tall body was trembling. Inside it his heart as sick. He had just been stopped by police and made to show the pass that was required back then in 1950 cross from the colored section to the white. He had six separate passes, and he needed them just to work id move around in Florida after the eight o’clock curfew for Negroes. Harry Belafonte was a New Yorker. ut he was also a Negro, singing in a Miami night club. What he was singing—the stuff from Tin Pan Alley distressed him even more than the curfew and the passes. He felt like a traitor to himself, his hopes, sarnings. His ideals. He walked to the mirror and asked himself, “What am I doing down here taking all ‘is stuff? What am I doing anywhere, singing this junk?” What Harry Belafonte was doing was making is living. In New York he had a wife and a year-old baby girl to support. Crooning in night clubs was earning im more money than he had ever made in his life. He had studied long and hard to become an actor, but e had never yet found an acting job. He had nothing else to take its place. But that night Harry Belafonte uit and went back home, telling himself, “I’ll sing again when I can sing what I want to sing, when I can ing with dignity.” He went to work in a restaurant to support his family. And when he sang again Harry sang as e vowed he would. That courageous decision has given America its greatest folk artist. By now Harry Bela- ynte is almost a national institution, and his name is a household word. His record albums of Americana utsell those of any two other leading singers, and top most disk jockey polls. In Hollywood two studios ave big-budget pictures preparing to star him, and Broadway has musicals waiting. (Continued on page 73)

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Q. JANET TONY JANET TONY 38 AND JANET What's the worst fault you find in each other? He's cranky when he gets up in the morning and usually says things without even knowing he’s saying them. An hour later he’ll come to and wonder why I’m a little peeved—not remembering what he said when he woke up! Janet doesn’t know how to relax as much as she should. Leisure to Janet seems to mean busy, busy—checking on some household matter, emptying ash-trays or clearing out bureau and desk drawers. She can’t sit still and enjoy the luxury of idleness. Who does the baby look like? She has Tony’s nose, mouth and color of eyes. She has my shape eyes, high forehead, fair hair and coloring. In short, she’s a living doll! How often do you fight, and how— pillows, dishes, or words? Maybe a flare-up once a week. That's an average; maybe none for two weeks and then two in a week. And it’s but definitely in words! A few thousand of them on my part while Janet scores her points with silence. But that silence, let me tell you, speaks louder than any of my words! Who makes up first? I think we usually decide to start agreeing about the same time. After the first blast of letting off steam we're both usually ready to settle it and get it over with—because then it’s not fun anymore. We alternate at the job. Who gets out of bed first in the morning? Depends on our work. If we're both working, I usually have an earlier call. If I’m working, naturally I get up first. If just Tony is working, he gets up first of course. If neither of us is working, I usually get up first. Tony loves to sleep late. Janet does. When I’m not working, I indulge myself by sleeping late. It’s my favorite pleasure. (Continued on page 85)

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by LOU LARKIN m This is a story for young girls who have never been kissed by a boy in love. And a story that any woman may re- member from yesterday. All of it happened to Kim Novak. And all of it she remembers. “I know it’s all over,” Kim says, “but sometimes when I hear a certain song, or hear a voice, or see a special kind of face, it all comes back to me, quickly, without warning, as though it were just waiting in the back of my mind to be remembered.” Kim was curled up on a chaise longue in a dressing room of the once-luxurious Los Angeles B1LTMorRE, the city’s only legitimate theater. She wore a roaring- twenties kimono to take the chill off her bare shoulders. Underneath she was dressed. in an oflf-beige, heavily beaded gown, cut to the fashions of 1927. It was her costume for a scene in the Jeanne Eagels story. “Problems,” Kim sighed with a remi- niscent smile, “there were times when I thought I was the world’s most mis- erable girl! And all because of boys. But at least, they were the cure—as well as the cause!—of it all. “I think the first time I regarded a boy as anything (Continued on page 79)

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ys NUGEREOV Lec pean SrtA tae tae ESPEN are the truth about fi7, LAYLOR FRIGHTENIN BAS... m “I can’t marry you, Mike,” Liz Taylor said. Her face was drawn and white against the pillow, her eyes were blurry with tears. Mike Todd sat down carefully on the edge of the bed. He reached for Liz’ hand. “Come on, sweetie,” he said. “Tell Daddy. Why can’t you marry me—too busy this week?” “Oh, Mike—don’t joke. I’m so serious. I—I just can’t tell you how much I mean this.” Painfully, she pulled herself up a little in the bed. “I've been lying here—thinking and thinking. My head’s going ‘round. But one thing keeps repeating over “and over. I’m not well enough to get married. Not to anyone. Not ever.” The tears spilled over, traced patterns down her pale face to the hospital sheets. “I’m sorry,” she gulped. “I didn’t want to make an idiot of myself. I was just—going to tell you—calmly. And tell LP yotchnee -by—and that would be that—only—” “Only—” Mike said gently. “Only I love you so much!” She was sobbing, her face contorted. With a sudden movement she buried her head in the pillow. “Liz,” Mike said, “don’t throw yourself around like that, honey. It’s no good for your back.” He eased himself off the bed. “Look, sweetie, I'll tell you something else that’s no good for you. Getting rid of me is no good. If there’s anything in the whole wide world that’s going to make you better, it’s me. Just remember that for a change when your head starts going ‘round. See?” Liz looked up. “No, Mike,” she said slowly. “I do love you, and I—I even love the way you think you can—change the world, just by saying something. But this isn’t—isn’t anything like that. Mike, listen. I don’t know what's wrong with me. I have—all sorts of things. Colitis. Heart trouble. Things wrong with my legs. Blood clots. Flu. Things that—get into my eyes. All the time, there’s something. I—can’t even count how many times I’ve been in hospitals.” Suddenly her face was white, as white as if a bare spotlight had suddenly been turned on. Mike reached for her but, almost screaming, she begged “Don’t touch me!” Almost screaming, she cried “Mike, it hurts so!” He stood there, helpless . . . her pain mirrored on his face. Then, as suddenly as the pain had come, it left her. Her rigid body relaxed, and she tried to smile. “They say—” she closed her eyes. He saw her suck in her breath. “They say it’s all in my mind, some of them. The—the (Continued on page 82) 45 ——

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46 Eddie Fisher’s kid brother reveals “WHY EDDIE'S TEARING OWN WALLS AND BUYING ELEPHANTS” by Bunny Fisher m There have been a lot of changes in my big brother, Eddie, since he and Debbie got married. Like, well, he thinks different now .. . And what's important to him is different, too. Maybe the changes are more obvious to me than to most other people because I’m his younger brother, and because we’ve been apart so much of the time lately— was in the army for a couple of years. But anyway, like I was saying, Eddie’s different . . . I guess I first realized it—really knew it—one day when I drove over to their house for a visit. I could hear the banging and hammering way out in the street. It grew louder as I pulled into the driveway, and when I walked into the living room, I found out why the noise. Eddie was removing the wood paneling from the wall! Splinters were flying in all directions. Perspiration dripped down his forehead, and his t-shirt was torn. “What on earth are you doing, Sonny?” I burst out. In the family we’ve always called Eddie Sonny. “I’m relaxing,” he grinned, “so I want to see what's behind the panels.” Just then, Debbie walked in with a tray of cokes and some sandwiches. “Hi, Bunny.” And to Eddie, “If you want to make like a workman, eat like one. Here, help yourself . . .” Eddie grabbed a coke. I couldn’t take it any longer. “Will someone please tell me what this is all about? Two weeks after you buy a new house, you hack it to pieces. What gives?” Eddie looked up. “It’s simple, Bunny,” and I could hear that ‘older brother’ authority come through, “we don’t have a place to put our television set, so I’m ripping apart the paneling to see if it'll fit behind it. See?” I saw, but I still didn’t believe it. Eddie had never enjoyed that kind of fun before—making things, doing things with his hands. In fact, in his woodwork class in high school, he spent three weeks making a coffee table for Mom. When he was through, the instructor took one look at it and burst out, “What's that?” And now here he was rebuilding his house! After he rested for ten seconds (Continued on page 95)

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J oan Crawtord HE MAKES M FEEL SO m Very little has been written about Joan Crawford and her husband of two years, Alfred Steele. But there have been the rumors. The stories about discontent between the Steeles. The talk now and then about Joan getting mad at Al for this . . . Al blowing up at Joan for that. So we did some checking on the rumors. Talked to Joan and Alfred and friends of Joan’s and Alfred’s. This is the story .. . Joan Crawford sat alone at a table. The date was 1957. The place was one of New York’s fanciest restaurants—21. The table at the far left corner from Joan’s was occupied by two elderly ladies having lunch. Their consommeé spoons plunked down when one of them recognized Joan. “Doesn't she look marvelous?” the more impressed of the two said to her friend. “Just look at that figure!” “That's a girdle,” the less impressed friend said. “I hear she wears the most fantastic girdle someone out in Hollywood invented just for her.” If Joan had overheard that remark, she would no doubt have calmly and coolly told the woman: “I keep my weight at 122 to 126. I don't diet. I just don’t over-eat. And I most definitely do wear a girdle—a normal one that anyone can buy—it’s made by Lity OF FRANCE.” When the waiter came to Joan’s table, she glanced quickly toward the door. “But her skin,” said the first lady, still staring, still impressed. “Just look at how clear ard (Continued on page 85) Joan Crawford and Aljred Steele— the man who gave her back that gee-it’s-great-to-be-a-woman feeling. . . . These two are the youngest of their four children, twins Cindy and Cathy.

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6G a Mineo’s falling in love” Sal’s got Susan alone at last... at Mice t's, his favorite pisza place. They spent the whole afternoon kissing for the love scene in Dino and then attended a posh studio party at Rom- ANOFF’S, but they hadn't been alone : yet! Miceui’s chef spotted his old friend Sal and winked his approval of Susan. After ordering, they raced to the juke-box to play, as Sal said, } “our song—Dino.” That movie has a | special place in their hearts— | it introduced them to one another. NOTE FROM JOE SANDS, PHOTOGRAPHER, TO DAVID MYERS “Spotted Sal the other night at his favorite hangout, Miceli’s, with pretty Susan Kohner. Shot lots of pix. Here they are, with my notes. Convinced Sal’s falling in love.” m I took these pictures Sunday night when I unexpectedly ran into Sal and Susan in a popular pizza restaurant out here. Looks like love in bloom, huh? But the real story began on the set that same afternoon and I saw it happen. Right on the set when Sal’s lips brushed Susan’s cheek, From there it lengthened to a flar- ing urgent kiss that lasted three minutes. The cameramen gasped, the electrician standing next to me kept wiping his brow and the guy directing the kiss shouted a few times, “O.K. Sal, you can stop now.” But Sal couldn’t stop. Absolutely incredible! I’ve seen dozens of screen kisses in rehearsal but this is it!!! Spoke to Sal a few minutes later. His story is this— “I couldn’t break it off. I just couldn’t leave her.” Want to know what else he said? “She sort of leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. Tenderly. I came closer and kissed her on the cheek. I kissed her again. Closer to the mouth. I showered her with kisses. On the face and neck, her eyes, her nose. We were in a different world; you just can’t break away from some- thing like that. I heard the director (Continued on page 69) i a | 9 de | |

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Sal and Susan kept forgetting the pizza to hold hands, look at one another and smile. The singing waiter, touched by their smiles and whispers to one another, sang his romantic heart out serenading them—first with “O Sole Mio,” then with all the rest of the Lanza repertoire. With the ro- mantic music and surroundings— Micetr’s is a place of brick walls, old Spanish lanterns and balconies—Sal and Susan were enchanted. So was everyone else in the place. This could have gone on all night but tomorrow production on Dino would start. So Sal and Susan say good-by to everyone, Sal assuring one and all theyll be back again and agatn—together. A wave of pizza from the chef ends the evening. I'll end by saying it’s definitely love!

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_ by JANE WILKIE m It is an accepted fact that sisters growing up in the same home clobber each other at regular intervals. One shining exception is Debra Paget and her sister Lisa Gaye- As any fan of Debra’s knows, the Paget homestead fills its twenty-six rooms with a collection of family. Before a few weddings took place, there were Mom and Pop, Teala, Debra, Lisa Gaye, brother Ruell and small sister Meg. The kids spatted like fury—all except Debra and Lisa. With a short year and a half between their birthdays, they grew up almost as twins— and until they reached their teens even dressed alike. They liked the same things; they had the same things. Whenever one had a birthday, both girls had a cake and received presents. Always the same gifts. If one got a teddy bear or a book, so did the other. Which right away quick did away with any squabbling over each other’s possessions. But the real secret of their harmony was | simply that they took the time to really know each other—and they liked what they | found. For each, her sister was her best friend. ) In the old days Debra was a tomboy— “The studio changed all that—they taught me about glamour’—and Lisa Gaye was the ¥F shy, retiring one. So Debra mothered her, tried to make her come out of her shell and become interested in such natural activities as climbing trees, walking fences, and fighting with boys. Debra was especially good at that last sport, and what’s more she usually won. When she saw another kid picking on Lisa she lit in with both fists. ; Lisa remained the timid one though. Debra never quite recovered from the fact that when Lisa was placed in the position S i ST E ed S of watching Debra being attacked, Lisa would hang back and let Debra fend for herself! S pou O U LD This difference was just about the only difference, however—Lisa’s timidity. Like that time they shared ownership of a HELP EACH 2233] = dark night. “Be careful,” said Lisa, “you can’t see OT =e E i aaa where you're going.” “Oh, you and your be careful!” snorted Debra. She finally wheedled Lisa into H H mounting the horse m front of her. Naturally) like Debra Paget the he chose that moment to take off { Hig like a shot and run blind for ten minutes, and Lisa Gaye do Lisa screaming all the way while Debra hung on to both her sister and the reins. And Lisa was afraid of the dark. The shared a bedroom equipped with . bunk beds, and usually slept together in J the lower bunk because Lisa was afraid | of the dark. Which meant either a light on all night or her sister within touchiny] distance for protection. There was also the case of Lisa’s f favorite doll, which (Continued on page 92 ’ 52

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post office with Pilar and John Wayne Darling. I believe yOu. After all, with your brains—— and my beauty cf course —- Itm not at all surprised. Sut don't you think she should sho 2 little sore : i respect to her Old Man? Not auch news froa here, except I fcund a real antique, the t¥pesriter it using nO¥e Anywey, don't think for 2 minute that I'm not PERRET CMM TIN TON PTY THY dying to get back to you, too. Just because I take a minute te pose in front of the Libya version of a | pup tent, of catch a snooze, or tell ons of the Arab | extras that he even scared me in the last take. | Honey, you see that gun Sovhia Loren's holding | at my head? She said she's gonna shoot se if I | doa't stop talking about you! : | Say 'Hello! to Aissa for me, and give her a big | kiss from her daddy, And I ws wisk I were there to” | give you a kiss from your tmsbafid. Which I will be just’ as soon as I can wrap it up on " Legend of the Lest” the

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“Family portrait—in the tree house! This is the boys fortress against tigers, bears, Indians, Bad Guys—and most important, against little sisters. So Susie and I were evicted! Of course it was quite a shock to find out that the no-women ban extended to me too! Guess Susie and I are lucky we're allowed on the ladder! However! Susie’s turn comes—a GIRL can enjoy this keen train without a bossy brother to interfere. Kim is in disgrace. He’s sitting on the Turn Bench, which is for when the children make a fuss over wanting something that one of the others is playing with. If they don’t make a fuss, I make sure the privileges are equally shared. But now that Kim’s on the Turn Bench he has to wait very quietly—until Susie has her complete and utter fill of the train—before he can ride it. Kim’s worried that the sun will set before he gets his chance—and Susie just keeps riding ’round and *round, finishing off a Saturday morning at our house . . .” “Lunch doesn’t take long, not with my hungry family! We eat in the Gages’ screen house, built as a de- fense against the king-size California fly. In the back- ground, by the way, you.can see the over-size gym set the boys got one Christmas. I'll never forget Benjie’s remark—‘How’d Santa Claus get THAT on his sleigh?!?’”

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————————— by ED DeBLASIO S = Hugh O'Brian took a deep breath : ° yy) as the car pulled up to the little funeral eemed to have died too parlor. He knew that the others in the ; y) . car were watching him out of the corners. of 1 = si their eyes, to see if he’d begin to break down, begin to cry. But he took a deep | breath and clenched his fists and he = e had a hard time not shouting out, “There aren’t going to be any tears or any breaking down, folks—because Mary isn’t dead, Mary couldn’t be dead, Mary couldn’t really 1?? have died just like that and left me The car stopped. “Hugh,” his mother said, softly, as she took his arm. “Hugh... we're here.” The tall, eighteen-year-old boy didn’t move. In- stead he stared out the window to his — right, at a highly-polished plaque on which somebody had carefully and coldly chipped out the words: Undertaker—_ Day and Night Service. “Hugh,” his mother said again. The boy fought back the tears as he ; nodded, finally, and opened the door. The . others remained in the car while they watched him walk very slowly to the door of the ; funeral parlor, open it, stand rigid for a few moments and then go inside. ; Two girls were standing in the lobby, their eyes red, their hands clutching at their pocketbooks, as Hugh walked in. One of them came over to him. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I’m sorry, honest.” Hugh looked at her. He tried to smile. He tried to say, “What are you sorry about? What’s wrong with everybody, anyway?” But instead he took another deep breath and the heavy smell of carnations from another room, a room not too far away, nearly choked him and he walked past the girl without saying anything. : The next few steps were the longest he’d ever taken in his life. And then suddenly, without any warning, he was standing in the doorway leading to the big room with the : carnations and the other flowers—and he saw her. “Mary?” he called, as though by some miracle she might answer him. “Mary?” he called as he ran across the room and past the people who were seated silently in the neat rows of bridge chairs which fanned out from the back wall. “Mary?” he called as he grabbed the sides of the smooth white 0 coffin and stared down at the girl he’d loved so much. “It’s Hughie, Mary. . . .” he said, his voice breaking. “I got the telegram that you wanted to see me . . . and now I’m here, Mary . . . I’m here.” Finally, he cried. Mary was dead and, without shame, he stood there and looked down at the beautiful, almost-smiling face ieee and cried, until someone came over to him, 22S al took his arm and led him over to a chair where "AG ; he could sit and cry some more and take a long last look at his girl and remember . . . “T remember,” Hugh says now, “how I met Mary, that first day of school in Winnetka, IIl., when the teacher assigned us to seats and Mary’s was at (Continued on page 92)

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NANCY STREEBECK TELLS: How | shot Tab Hunter I’m Nancy Streebeck, and I’m Hollywood’s most . frantic fan. I’ve shot quite a few stars in the last couple of years. Shot them in peculiar places, too— Jerry Lewis at the Hollywood Bowl, Cliff Robertson in a parking lot, Shirley Jones in an elevator. On a lonely street —that was Bob Horton; Perry Lopez got it near the pool. Some of them were brave, some were mad. Some... Well, here’s what they said. Their famous last words, just as I started shooting ... got Tab Hunter right in the middle of a parking lot near Sunset Boulevard. I grabbed my camera, but he was only a foot away before I could put the bulb in the flash gun. “Tab, would you wait just one second until I get this darn ‘thing set up?” “J’m in an awful rush, honey, but okay.” This snapshot came out fine, and even though he was in a rush, I’m delighted. Because he called me honey! This shot of Johnnie Ray was taken at TerLevision City. A group of fans mounted a white tablecloth on the black wall of the artists’ entrance to take colored photographs. When Johnnie came out they steered him over to their improvised photo gallery. He took one look and nearly laughter. collapsed with “Hey, you kids have got this deal all set up. It’s a fix! Okay, you crazy cats, start poppin’ those flashbulbs!” Just as he started to leave, Terry Moore and Steve Forrest appeared. Joked Johnnie, “They’ve got us hooked. Come over here and take your turns.” “Take a close-up,” Terry begged, “I don’t want everyone to see the laundry I’m carry- ing.” It wasn’t laundry at all. It was a costume for a Tv show. Cliff Robertson was waiting for his car when I got him at the StaTLeR Hore. Vera Miles and Gordon Scott had just come running up the steps hol- lering, “Hey, Cliff! Can you loan us seventy-five cents? We left our money at home and we can’t get our Cadillac from the parking lot attendant!” We all went into gales of laughter. Cliff teased them about. living beyond _ their means, and gallantly handed them a crisp dollar. He was still smiling when I clicked the shutter. I tried to get a photo of Vera and Gordon but they were in a rush to get their Caddy out of hock. At the opening of the Ice Fol- lies the first nighters watched the skaters through binoculars. I used my binoculars, too— but I was casing the rows of customers for familiar movie faces. I aimed at bearded John Ericson. Then I whirled around and noticed a mob around a lean, grinning fellow. I didn’t recog- nize him, but I heard someone mumble something about him having a small role in The Ac- tress, so I figured I’d knock him off too. He’s done a lot since then. I’d know popular Tony Perkins anywhere.

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and 14 other stars! | took this shot at Perry Lopez mn the San Fernando Valley. Perry was real brave. In fact, ali the time I was shooting—I -ook two dozen different shots —he continuously begged me to nelp myself to more Cokes and sodas and barbecued snacks. He was a real doll. s I shot Jerry Lewis at the Hotr- Lywoop Bowr. I was buying tickets at the box office for a charity show, see—when zingo —there was Jerry. I whipped out my camera, ready to shoot, and asked if he’d pose. ‘Do you know how to work that thing?” Jerry asked. “Certainly !” I snapped. “How about the lens? What speed do you have it set for? Is the shutter cocked? What kind of film are you using? Here—let me take a look at it,” he teased me. And look at it he did. Pho- tography is Jerry’s favorite hobby, and after a trillion in- structions, I tried my luck. “Thanks a lot, Mr. Lewis,” I said. “Tust call me Jerry. You’re welcome, honey.” Such attention I got. And he called me honey too! Shirley Jones was about the most surprised actress in town when I pulled out the flash just as she was entering an ele- vator. Had no trouble with her at all. I think it was mostly out of shock from getting it in such a weird place. This is the second attack I’ve made on Jeff Chandler. The first one was about seven years ago when he was Ira Grossel, radio actor. Although seven years had elapsed, Jeff grinned at me and asked, “Didn’t you take a shot at me right here a few years ago?” J obn Forsythe was a real good joe about getting it. He hopped up on a ledge and asked, “Want a happy pose or a sad pose?” I liked the idea of a happy pose, and the shot came out so well that I asked him to auto- graph it when I saw him a few days later. Across it he wrote, To Nancy, the Ace Photogra- pher, from John ‘Happy For- sythe. One afternoon I spotted Bob Horton on a side street and asked if he would stop for a minute. “T’m late for a date,” he said, “but maybe you’d make a call for me and tell them I'll be a little late?” I took three different shots, thanked him, and headed for the nearest telephone. A week later I sent him copies of the snaps, and he liked this one so much that he borrowed the negative to have prints made for himself. Still another parking lot; Jack Palance wasn’t too pleasant about getting stopped for this shot. Maybe he thought the iced champagne he was carry- ing would get warm. The scene of this shooting was another parking lot. Diana Lynn was at the FarMERs’ Market digging through enve- lopes, ‘cigarettes, ink, coin purses, scratch pads and pen- cils searching for her car keys. She gave a triumphant smile when she finally found them, and waved them at me in the air. That’s the instant I chose to let my flash go off. “Wow, that was a bright one,” she laughed, “I'll have to drive home by radar!” 6 Los) tetiea a ee a ee es a eee

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Pegey Lee and Dewey Martin: H One afternoon, back in 1945, a young Navy flier on leave in San Francisco paid seventy-five cents at the box-office and groped his way to a seat in the GoLDEN GATE THEATER. He / | had just been through a hell he didn’t care to think about H IR and he kept his medals out of sight. All he wanted was some beauty for a change, and a different, softer kind of feeling . _ inside. Right away he got them both. On the stage a girl was singing a love song like Lieutenant Dewey Martin had never heard one sung before. His heart zoomed like his fighter planes had so recently done from carrier decks in the South Pacific. “I flipped—quietly,” “says Dewey (Continued on page 77) STORY Dewey and Peggy embraced, rubbing their two wedding bands together, whispering in unison, “Thank you, God” s&™ aos e “J * ad * F oe : oo a a : mane vz.

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‘sal mineo’s falling in love!”’ | Continued from page 50) say ‘OK. Sal, hat’s enough’ but I looked at her. She | vas crying. So I kissed her again. Then | ome more. Then I backed away. I real- | zed what had happened. We had played | he scene for Dino the way we felt it. We | vere in a different world!” | So much for what Sal had to say. Incidentally, Sal had never met Susan | ntil that day when they both fell head | ver heels in love. And don’t let anyone | ver tell you there is no such thing. Any- | vay, I rushed over to Susan and got her | ide of the story. Susan told me that the | jicture was to start shooting on Monday | nd the first scene scheduled was the kiss- | ng scene. And they didn’t even know | ach other. So, Sal told her later, he de- ided to call her Saturday night and sug- | rest they meet first. But director Tommy “arr had a better idea. “Let’s rehearse | le scene tomorrow, since it’s Sunday.” So they did, and fell in love. I walk over to them, say good-by, wish Hem the best. Theyre such nice kids! Later in the evening some friends sug- sest a pizza to end the day. So off to Micetrs. Still with camera in | rand, because it goes everywhere I do. Not more than ten minutes after we ar- ‘ive, in comes Sal and Susan—all dressed © kill. But anything goes in Micetr’s. The greetings are the most. Sal says the party they had just come from at Ro- MANOFF’S was great but he wanted to show Susan his favorite place in Hollywood. I sit with them for a while and feel like an intruder. This looks like a serious ro- mance. Not only the hand-holding and sparkle in the eyes. But the interest in each other’s conversation, laughing at the | — same jokes, talk of the future. Sal says to me, when Susan sees a girl- | “@& friend at another table and goes over to | = say hi, “Joe, she’s a sweet girl, relaxed | = and lots of fun. You know, when I kissed | & her this afternoon it was the first time she | = kissed anyone.” Then he talks about may- be going steady. | In all the time I’ve known Sal, never did | = he mention the word steady. He thinks going steady has its advan- | tages. A guy finds a girl who understands | = his problems and vice versa. The two can | talk to each other, tell each other their problems. ig Going steady, says Sal, might be serious. Then again it might not, but you can learn a lot for the future from it. _Appealingly natural and naturally jogs Never did I hear Sal talk future either | Se ac ccrticdla gick in mind. se appealing in Free-form, newest All this talk leads me to believe .. . | of the Floating Action bras, with Understand that Susan leaves for New | © 355 : ; = York City to study acting at the NErIcH- | tangent fas that BONS aS yOu BORHOOD PLAYHOUSE after Dino is finished. | move leaving the bra in place. Ry Kid’s a good actress. Just for the records, ze : Free-form has sunburst 2-section her mom was once Mexico’s leading star. And Sal goes back home to New York. | cups that fit most women best. EN _ Couldn’t resist asking Sal if the spark Try its casual comfort # in Hollywood would brighten in N. Y. : Z “You never can tell!” And he looks : and you'll always ask for pretty enthusiastic as he says it, Exquisite Form bras. I corner Susan while Sal’s paying the | check. All she says is “Sal’s wonderful!” | BIS And she too looks pretty enthusiastic. —== cups... style 172, $2.50. I believe romance will continue in N. Y. 5 Suggest you get someone to follow it up Circle stitched ere: Also Suse asking AS mon 4-section cup... When you can sen our otographer 7 over i ike pix of Seon ag the Winco? ee Soe dinner guest. T’d put money on it that (style 392) and Free-F orm. Smartly packaged. > bts ss) Oo } ba a) ey 2 o q ® Q = te bo yy shell be there quite often! END Watch for Sal and Susan in the Allied Artist film Dino. Sal’s currently in War- ners release, Giant, and will soon be-in Columbia’s The Young Don’t C Susan’s i i : currently in U.A.’s TeOaper Hook | At your Favorite Store, or Write to Dept. MS-6,” brassieres give you X APPEA ; 5 Exquisite Form Brassiere, Inc., 159 Madison- rors ‘ . Ave., N.¥.C. In Canada: ask for the Tulip bra. {X= glamour plus comfort — COSTUME BY CLAIRE McCARDELL

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1 Shirley Jones,. Twen- tieth Century-Fox star, models a form enhancing slim sheath suit of Cela- perm Dobbie weave Lastex, a Sea Star style by Kerry- brooke. Called Brite Fu- ture, this suit features a front skirt panel, smart fit- ted bra top. Blue or yellow. 34-40. About $14. Sea Star suits by Kerrybrooke are at all Sears, Roebuck stores. On the chair Kleinert’s I Love You swim cap and the tube Tartan Suntan Cream guarded by Pomera- nian puppy, Mr. Wonderful. The wrought iron chair by Gallo, New York, N. Y. 2 Julie Wilson, next in MGM’s This Could Be The Night, poses in Nani- na’s Roman stripe Lastex suit that features a winged cuff bra and fake pockets. This suit also comes in black. Sizes 32-38. About $9. Ju- lie’s all-occasion jacket, called Gold Coast, by Northlander is made of poplin with a broadcloth print lining. Julie’s wonder- ful waterproof beachbag: and swim cap are from Kleinert’s summer collec- tion. Black butterfly chair by Yellen, New York. Julie was last seen in Columbia’s The Strange One. This Sea Star style, also worn by Shirley, is of wrinkle resistant Ev- erglaze cotton satin. The matching jacket makes this swim suit costume more than practical for you can wear the chic jacket with many of your summer clothes. This suit comes in brown and gold combination print, or blue and aqua. 32- 38. The suit is about $15— the matching jacket about $11. Also at all Sears, Roe- buck stores. The fish shaped chaise (that we have stood on end so that you can bet- ter see. it) is by Decora- tive Imports. gL eee : \ Late Canes « Lar) ert ark \ XS COV xX) eon ot Ox et ae i “ ot Another Nanina swim style headliner — also modeled by Julie Wilson. This suit is again a sensa- tional value for it features the finest in fabrics, mas- ter workmanship and con- tains, like all Nanina suits, these features: Life-Guard band—to keep the suit top in place always; Adjusta- Bra—for lovely uplift; pat- ented Santi-Crotch—to keep the suit and you ever dainty. Made of Nubby Bouclé Las- tex with shirred front panel and cuff bra. White, black or turquoise. 32-38. About $9. Kleinert swim cap and shoes.

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_ Washed Washed with with another “‘curl-keeping” leading ~NEW , ! WOODBURY! Unretouched photo of Lois Gunas, Red Bank, N. J. (See her pretty face below. ) GOOD HOUSEKEEPING MAGAZINE proved in its famous testing laboratory: New Woodbury Shampoo holds curl i better, keeps set longer! Example shown above: The left side of Lois Gunas’ hair, washed with her usual shampoo, got limp, straggly. Right side, washed with Woodbury, is springy, curly, beautifully manageable. Leading shampoos. were tested this way on hundreds of women. Results were checked by } Good Housekeeping Magazine’s laboratory. t New Woodbury with its curl-keeping ingredient held |; waves best! Protects hair from drying out—leaves i it shiny-clean, without dull soap film! Costs less ! than other brands — a generous bottle is only 39¢. | If it isn’t the finest you ever tried, we'll return your money! Fair enough? -hew summer makeup + (Continued from page 66) the natural pale ~ pink look can be! The pale pink look starts, of course, with a pale pink foundation blended smoothly into your skin ready for pale pink powder selected in a shade a bit — lighter than the foundation shade. If you prefer to use a preparation that combines foundation and powder, choose it likewise in a pink color. In order to get just the right pink you will have to study several of the pink shades and choose the one that will sure- ly blend in with the blush cast of your own skin coloring. Don’t just choose any pink shade. The salesgirl will help to guide you in selecting just the right shade for your particular skin. Your lip make-up! Your lipstick must be pink or a red with a definite pink cast. Choose lipsticks in two or three colors and alternate them until you decide on the most glamorous color for you. Again, the salesgirl will be of great aid with your selections. If you don’t already own one, be sure to buy a lipstick brush. This is the pro- fessional way! With this brush outline your lips in the shape you desire them. Fill in the outline with your lipstick. This technique will take a little trial and error but it won’t be long until you have mas-. tered it. We think that the perfection of Susan’s lipline is provocative, new and unusual—why don’t you try it. Now, notice the depth and beauty of Susan’s eyes. They are an excellent illus- tration of dramatic eye definition. Correct eye-make-up can be a bit tricky. It needs study and practice just as lip- line make-up does. The secret of alluring eyes is to accen- tuate them in such a manner that they 2 ee et ee ee Oe ee ee ey surely become a most intriguing and vital © feature of the face. This exciting, and yet subtle, effect can be accomplished with speedy, but correct, eye grooming and eye make-up. Hollywood feels that even the largest, dreamiest and most beautiful eyes can be made more glamorous with make- up. Always be sure to keep your brows neatly and becomingly arched and don’t overlook the wayward hairs around the brow line. These unpleasant stragglers must be plucked regularly with especially designed gentle tweezers. It helps, too, to give your lashes a be- guiling curl with an easy-to-do eyelash curler. Just hold your lashes in the curler for a few seconds. You will have up- ~ curling lashes that will make your eyes look larger and even more appealing. With the pale pink look you don’t have - to choose any one particular eye-make-up | 7 color. You can vary the colors to comple- § ment your summer clothes. Try two eye shadow shades on your lids. A color next § to your lash line—shading half way up the lid, then brown on the upper lid—blended ‘| well into the brow line. You will find the pale pink look en- hances the beauty of all the clothes in | your wardrobe from swimsuits to party clothes—even your shoes. Particularly if | you wear pink which will be fashion’s favorite color this summer season. Try the pale pink look with accent on eyes and lips. You will have glamour, indeed! But, remember, with it you will -} have to flirt with the boys—instead of the sun! Susan Strasberg’s dress from her per- | sonal wardrobe is by Junior Sophisticates. See Susan next in RKO’s Stage Struck in which she co-stars with Henry Fonda, Joan Greenwood and Christopher Plummer, Canada’s gift to United States movies. §. a

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y belafcnte tinued from page 37) Harry’s book- ‘or tours stretch out for years to come big Riviera Horer in Las Vegas re- y signed him for five years ahead. * Watporr Astoria in New York, the anut GRovE in Los Angeles and eR House in Chicago compete for his and talent. And everywhere it’s 1 your life to squeeze inside to look listen. st June Harry broke a thirty-nine- record at LEwisoHN Stapium in New , packing 25,640 in a bowl designed 9,900. All around it those who couldn’t 1 clustered on apartment house roof- and hung out windows, while loud- cers were turned out toward the ts to accommodate spillover crowds. ’s harder to get through to you, y,’ his friend Mahalia Jackson, the us gospel singer, recently told him, 1 it is to get through to the Lord!” om all this Harry Belafonte is reaping lous rewards. He earned $150,000 for ast picture, Island In The Sun, gets the » for a TV spectacular. RCA guarantees $50,000 a year record royalties. Hotels him as much as $35,000 a week. hat’s back of this amazing Belafonte n? It’s the emotion you feel when ‘y Belafonte sings. hether it’s a rollicking calypso like tilda,” a lonesome ballad like “Shen- ah,” a sweating folk saga like “John ry” or a poignant love song such as ia,” Harry sings songs to the people, s that tell of their sorrows and joys, - pain and laughter—and straight out heir own folk history. ify your existence 2’5 legitimate, as he swore he would And, although he has yet to have a e lesson and can read only a few notes nusic, Harry draws the respect due a .d and dedicated artist. “One of Ameri- most important,” Cardinal Stritch of cago recently said of him, “and as a ro, the most important.” arry Belafonte will tell you, “I don’t ea really good voice, but I do perform ong. And I feel it, too. I believe in ry word I sing.” ome people might dispute the first ement, but few will the second. Be- se Harry has proved himself as sound udent of American folk music as there round. He’s addressed. classes on the ject at universities like New York Ui ‘ANA, PurDUE and NortH CaroLina, to ne only a few, although he never fin- 2d high school himself. Last year the ‘HoLIc CouNncIL awarded him the James Hoey Award for Interracial Justice. that’s what is important to him, be- se all of his life he has struggled to tify his existence. And for him, the y justification is a life of importance. . first villa—a tenement llaybe because from the start the odds 7e been against him, against the Negro sy boy born in New York’s Lyinc-IN spiraL thirty years ago last March 1. 3ecause even in the racial hodgepodge Harlem, Harold George Belafonte, was different from everybody else. rry’s father was from the French island Martinique and his mother, Melvine ve, from Jamaica. One grandmother Jd come from Haiti, another from Eng- 1d and a grandfather from Marseilles. yo of them were white. Harry draws ; last name from the French line—he onounces it Bale-ah-fawn-teh—and inks it was originally spelled Bellefon- me. “I’ve always suspected there’s a a lying around somewhere in France me,” he grins today. “Someday, I’m JANE RUSSELL and the comedian ™@ There’s a story about Jane Russell that a once-downhearted comic likes to tell. His name is Joey Adams, and first he’ll bring out his Bible. It’s pretty beat-up—tape around the binding, scratched, torn. He opens it up and reads the inscription on the fly-leaf: Rom. 8:28 All things work together for good to those who love the Lord. To Joey with love Always Old Jane Jan. 17th 750, Boston. Then Joey closes the Bible. He put the Book back on the shelf and sank into a chair. “You know,” he said, “there’s quite a story about this Bible. Jane Russell gave it to me.” In 1950, Howard Hughes’ The Outlaw was finally ready to be shown. There had been a lot of fuss about the picture and Hughes was cashing in. As often as possible he had Jane Russell, the celebrated star of the film, go along and appear in person wherever the movie was playing. She didn’t particularly like the assignment of mak- ing personal appearance tours. One of those jobs was at the RKO Boston. Hughes had a little show built around her and signed Joey Adams as master of ceremonies and featured comic on the bill. For Adams, who had seen better days in the top night clubs, it was a job he wasn’t too happy with either. So the two stars got together during rehearsals and compared unhappy notes on the old misery-loves-company formula. And as they talked, hour after hour, they came to be friends. They confided in each other. Jane told Joey her troubles—and she’d had plenty. And Joey told Jane his troubles—and he’d had more. His career was at a low ebb; his personal life was unhappy. He had financial problems; he wasn’t sure what he’d do after the four weeks at the RKO Boston. Jane began to talk to him. She talked about God, about love, about religion, about faith. But she didn’t preach. Joey had been raised in a religious atmosphere, but he’d sort of drifted away from it. All Jane did, in a light-hearted way, was remind him of his early teachings. Over and over again, she’d tell him that “Gratitude is riches, complaint is poverty.” “Tt was fun-kind of religion,” Joey says. “Jane’s religion is based pretty much on the God Is Love belief. She just talked, told me how much nicer it is to be decent and kind and thoughtful, how that is a reflection of God.” Gradually, over the four weeks, Joey changed. He had written the act and spiced it liberally with references to her busty figure. Sample: I just bumped into Jane Russell; she was across the street at the time. “Jane never objected to those gags,” Joey said. “Just like she never objected to cheesecake pictures. I asked her why she posed for them. She said, ‘If God lets me do it, it must be all right with Him.’ ” But Joey, one by one, dropped the gags from the act. The glamour girl and the comic were inseparable for those four weeks. She saw in him a challenge and she felt that God had sent Joey to her for help. She turned down the invitations to fancy receptions, unless he was invited too. She insisted that he get equal billing on the marquee. They talked between shows, after the shows, in the wings during the shows. After the engagement was over, Jane gave him a present. It’s customary in show business to exchange gifts after a date—a wristwatch, a cigarette lighter or something ee that. Jane came to him and gave him the Bible—the Bible he still has, still reads aily. : ae engagement the two of them had dreaded had turned out to be a blessing to oth. Jane felt it was a God-given opportunity to help a fellow human being. eee says he’ll be eternally grateful to Jane for showing him the way to a God-like ife. If you ever happen to get to see Joey Adams’ apartment, look around. Pasted on the desk, on the refrigerator, on his wife’s vanity, you'll see little scraps of paper, carefully hand-written notes in Mrs. Joey Adams’ feminine writing, echoing the words the glamour queen had drummed into Joey’s ears: Gratitude is riches, complaint is poverty. Jane Russell will soon be seen in the two U.A. motion pictures The Fuzzy Pink Nightgown and The Big Play.

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His father was a chesty, broad shouldered man who had fought with th British Navy in World War I and loved t spin exciting yarns about his adventure Most of the time he was off on cruises t’. the Caribbean or South America workin» as a seaman or ship’s cook. Each time it'’ returned, Harry's round brown ey¢~ lighted up:at the foreign trinkets his fath¢ | brought—parrot feathers and monk} More Than ; Don't Know | | along with tales of sunny islands far fro} Almost Any Fairly Very Not At Him Or Her | the gray walls of Harlem. Other Star | ALot | Well Little | All | Well Enough | When he was a year and a half Hast” sailed with his mother to Jamaica, i visit relatives. He was brought back | year later, back to America in the grip tH the Depression. Natalie Wood _ : ae | Skinny, often hungry, Harry Belafon'” ft percuae | lived the next five dismal years in tf : = ‘= oars | slums of New York. His father found fe} iH Ann Blyth L |< | boat berths, and when he did the pay wr Robert Wagner _ Carroll Baker — William Holden _ Debbie Reynolds Harry Belafonte | Jean Simmons | Marlon Brando Esther Williams _ John Saxon _ aml George Nader Theresa Brewer _ Russ Tamblyn poor. Sometimes he cooked in grubl | Manhattan restaurants. Harry’s mo hired out as a domestic. Harry peddle’ papers on the corner when he was 4 enough. But often the Belafontes had |. go on relief and, young as he was, it we a blow to Harry’s pride to stand by il mother’s side in the bread lines and — sense the tension and despair that sett’! over the tenement at Seventh Avenue att 140th Street. Lt A series of tragedies ; One day, running with scissors in I}! hand, he slipped and pierced his right ey) }- ball. He wasn’t blinded, but his viel was impaired and the pain for a long tin}, was excruciating. Finally, he could pli | again in the crowded, dangerous stree} One afternoon when he was seve Janetileighki ive Mame sa epee [aor aoe = | Harry raced after a ball into the strei) Nick Adams | | a car, jumping a red light, hit him. Th NR eR Tt, | Ca oe |e J Ay. ies. See = oped carried his crumpled, unconscious bor Jane Powell Tony Perkins Marilyn Monroe Richard. Egan Sal Mineo ie | to the sidewalk; an ambulance wailed ) and rushed him to the emergency hospit | They didn’t expect him to live but i} finally came out of the deep concussic |} His left leg was broken and he hobbl } around in a cast up to the hip for the ne) = = s | =| | eight months. Debra Paget | It was after that accident that Melvi! ee eg - ; ale Belafonte made up her mind. In the wi | Pat Boone | ual Sata Ue ter of 1935 she took Harry back down | Doris Day | Jamaica. There at least he’d get fre) A I {in la air, sunshine and a safe place to play. | Rock Hudson tees | | s | a few months Melvine had to return | June Allyson | | | New York to find work. But Harry stay) Be | =F | there for five years. That five years inf) | Tony Curtis = Z enced his life forever. ( | Pier Angeli In Jamaica, he lived with relatives | | g ares families they knew, mostly on farms Al | Eddie Fisher_ plantations outside of Kingston. In t Shirley Jones winters he boarded in British schools w | | Elvis Presl fs = names like WooLNeErR’s, Mico and HaLrw | rose: TREE. j | Jane Russell Usually he was lonely. Everywhere | Tab ener was a misfit. Kim Novak | In trouble all the time | Vv Here are the poll prize winners for March: Mrs. Leonard D. Houman, Jr., Carol Dietz, Adams City, Colo.; Mo.; Pacific Palisades, Calif.; Mrs. Englewood, Tenn.; Gloria Stancarone, Woodside, N. Y. MAIL TO: READER POLL DEPARTMENT, MODERN SCREEN, BOX 125, MURRAY HILL STATION, NEW YORK 16, N. Y. Frances Mattei, Galveston, Texas; Mrs. Louise Schenk, Fresno, Calif.; Rose Walsh, Jersey City, N. J.; Shirley Farnce, Lemoyo, Hazel Viereck, Houston, Texas; Juanita Motley, Chicago, Ill.; Arvella Armstrong, A For one thing, Harry was a city bh thrown into a country existence. He lik) | (Nel iene tea NUN | SoM ee genet ERE hr a oa oer sae ooia bY CoOpOnOMGs Jamaica; he just didn’t know how to l)| there. “I got to be a real nature gaze AD DIRESS 3. Sita Sie at ee cece nee SO eat Se SECS SPE ea ne eee ne orien arenes he remembers. “Trees, birds, butterfii the sky, the sun and the sea were | ; SLT a OOS Sk eee So Sa Ry SA Coe ae STATES sr ateroniias Sennen hypnotizing thrills to me. I used to roi! around half-drunk with the things I s¢| Td follow a bird in the woods until I} lost, hang around the docks for hoi watching the boats sail in and out. Ey in school I’d sit staring out the wind fascinated—until suddenly it was thi o’clock. Then, having learned nothing, be in trouble. 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was different, a foreigner. It wasn’t color of his skin that triggered the t. In Jamaica they didn’t draw the 1 of color-line he’d already faced in own country. But Harry was an srican, usually the only American kid chool, and each place he went he had rove himself to his schoolmates who ed, acted and thought so differently. e wore knickers and black stockings le his Jamaican classmates wore shorts. y Yridiculed his pants as bloomers. ry was already a Yankee baseball fan full of boasts about Babe Ruth and Gehrig. They played cricket down e and he made the awful mistake of ng it a sissy game. That meant a fight id Harry got those, almost daily. ally he won, out of sheer desperation, suse fighting wasn’t sport to him—he ays hated violence. 1en the battles would reach the ead= ter and he was up for caning, twenty es with a whip of bamboo for almost offense. 1e first awful time the master offered a choice. Or perhaps, not so awful, use after that first caning Harry was pted. For his courage. s of courage Jo you want the stretch—or will you - it standing up?” the headmaster asked With the stretch upperclass boys | you above the ground, face down, r legs and arms spread-eagled, while master’s cane flailed the seat of your ts. That way you could hide your , your tears—and your shame. Stand- up, you faced the music as the cane your bare palms. ll take it standing up,” said Harry. boys watched, waiting for him to +h and cry. He didn’t. After that they ‘pted him. Actually, Harry Belafonte welcomed these tests of courage. Then, as today, he felt it a challenge, and he had a pride and an eagerness in meeting the world around him on equal terms. Besides, now he knows that the British schooling built up in him disciplines and manners which he might have missed in Harlem. He has the mark of a gentleman, the first thing a stranger notices meeting Harry Belafonte. But life in the Indies wasn’t all school. In summers and on week ends he drank in the romance of the island. He decided he wanted to be a jockey when he grew up, and didn’t know that Jamaica was seeping into his blood. Horse racing became a consuming pas- sion with Harry. At dawn before school and on Saturdays he’d cut out for the East race course outside of Kingston to watch the grooms, swipes and jocks at their chores. Some Saturdays he’d swipe donkeys from corrals for gully races. For a while he tried to stop eating and smoke cigars instead, secretly hoping to stunt his growth, and he’d duck under grown men’s legs so he wouldn’t grow tall. Today, he’s six-foot-two. But then, Harry Belafonte was working towards a career—he was going to be a jockey—famous, wealthy, respected. And all the while, unconsciously, the music, rhythm, drama of the Indies be- came a part of him. “Down there,” recalls Harry, “music wasn’t a sometime thing. It was part of the people and it was every- where—in the streets, in the homes, on the farms, in the bush. I heard it, and I sopped it up.” He listened at country feasts and sings, paused in Kingston alleyways to catch chants which—although he didn’t know it then—were recorded indelibly somewhere inside him to come out later. One time, stern many with some other daring kids, he sneaked off up into the hills to spy, bug-eyed, from behind bushes at a forbidden voodoo ritual. At the climax, when the chickens were slashed open and blood gushed out, Harry turned green and was sick. But everything made an impression. Inside he was as sensitive as electronic tape. Pressure in Harlem When Harry was almost thirteen he went back to Harlem to join his family. Again Harry was a stranger. Now in his own home town—now he was a country boy in the city, again a foreigner who spoke with broad A’s and a funny West Indian accent at times. At junior high they called him Frenchie Belafonte. On the streets, kids his age ran in gangs. They carried home-made pistols, knives and knucks and held war councils. They pressured him to join. “Look, boy,” they told him when he balked. “It’s not whether you want to join a gang or not, it’s just which gang!” It wasn’t that Harry was a coward. Physically, he was already tall, whip- muscled and quick. But the kind of fight- ing he was called on to handle now wasn’t like the gentlemanly contests of his schoolyard challenges in Jamaica. There you licked the leader and you won your spurs and your self respect. On the city streets he could only lose; there was no achievement in sinister, brutal warfare. Harry was a Catholic, confirmed and a regular churchgoer. But that wasn’t all of it either. He just wanted something better. So he sought escape. Harry found some of it in sports. He became a whiz at center on the high school basketball team, so good that for a while he flirted with the idea of turning pro. 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76 was Marguerite Byrd; his time, to make him too busy and too pooped to show up on the streets. Then there was a girl. A girl named Liz Her name was Liz, and she lived in a nearby building. She was “soft, dainty— and smart. She used to come down every evening to walk her dog. I’d be there accidentally on purpose at the right hy- drant,” laughs Harry. But he knew she was interested because she lingered and talked to him, and he wasn’t a sharpie or a lady killer. What they usually talked about were serious things—the future and what they wanted out of life. Sometimes Harry would tell her about Jamaica. Sometimes they’d have arguments about practically anything. “I think she liked me because she could tell I wasn’t a toughie,” says Harry. “Anyway, I fell hard.” Liz was “very annoyed” whenever Harry got in a street scrape. He was much sicker, himself. “I sensed a fight in all this,” says Harry, “in which I didn’t want to be caught. Something bigger than just fists flying. And it was. It was the tug between classes and races that I saw all around and I wanted no part of it.” Because Liz went there, he enrolled in GrEoRGE WASHINGTON HicH over in Wash- ington Heights. He’d probably have done well enough except that—again—he didn’t fit. Not anywhere. Most of the students were white, which was no problem to Harry—and yet in a sense it was. He liked them. And he liked his friends in Harlem, too. So he felt like a traitor to them both, and he didn’t want to feel that way. “I wanted to seek some sense of balance and sanity for my life,” is how Harry expresses the vague but nagging longing to be his own man, away from the pressure and the ever-present threat of trouble in his teens. But where and how? In his junior year at high Harry Bela- fonte told his mother how he felt, quit school and volunteered for the Navy. He was seventeen. A natural choice The Navy was a natural choice for Harry Belafonte. His father was a sailor, and the sea had been a part of his West Indian boyhood. Navy opportunities seemed good for Negroes after new deseg- regation rulings. The physical handed Harry a scare in the eye test, because the right one was still weak from that scis- sors accident, but he secretly punched a hole in the card he held over the left eye and read the chart through that. He racked up a high I.Q. and they sent him to the famous Negro college Hampton In- STITUTE in Virginia for Ship’s Service School. In fact the only discouraging thing about Harry’s joining up was Liz’ reac- tion. “She dropped me cold,” he sighs. “I guess she figured a sailor was a _ lost cause.” But somebody else made him forget about Liz almost at once. He saw her minutes after the troop train jolted to a stop at Hampton “Roads. With the rest of the dirty, dishevelled and dreary trainees Harry marched on to the campus of Hampton InstituTE. And there on the lawn, lovely in white frocks, was “a whole slew of beautiful co-eds” having a welcoming party for freshmen. To the bunch of girl-starved beat-up boots, in- cluding Apprentice Seaman Belafonte, the vision was devastating. Eyes bugged, ranks broke, and hoarse cries rang out. When the officer finally restored order and got them moving again he was purple with rage. Result—no privileges for one and all for an indefinite period. This was tragedy to Harry. Because from one brief glimpse of a beautiful girl he had fallen instantly, hopelessly in love. Her name she was from Washington, D. C., and a junior majoring in teaching. Harry managed an introduc- tion to her. Progress was very slow. “She only tol- erated me,” allows Harry. “I was just part of Marguerite’s war effort.” Still, after knowing each other two weeks, he asked her to marry him. The answer was “No.” Desperately he served up _ his strongest pitch: “Don’t break my heart. Tm off to the South Pacific any day. I might get killed.” “No,” she repeated. That was a low blow and suddenly they rained from all sides on Harry. Woozy from giving blood to a hemorrhaging mother in the local hospital, he drowsed on guard duty one night, got court-mar- tialed. Out in the nick of time for a date with Marguerite, he raced over, only to dis- cover she was out with somebody else. That did it. Harry headed for town and the first bar. He’d never drunk whisky in his life. In a few minutes he was loaded, and shouting about the injustice of it all to everyone who’d listen. When an ensign told him to shut up and get back to the base, Harry pushed him. That really did it—striking an officer. This time it was the brig. They let him out just in time to graduate. He volunteered pronto for over- seas duty. The end of Marguerite ? He got a few letters from Marguerite before they stopped—or got lost. “That’s that,’ he thought. But Marguerite was yet to play her big role in Harry Belafonte’s life. At SHOEMAKER BASE an ammo ship Mike Todd's ‘Around the World" features 1,500 actors and 24 ani- mals. When his cameramen were shooting a final scene off Catalina Island, Todd was entranced by a school of killer whales which sud- denly appeared at sunset. Todd studied the whales at play, then turned to an assistant director and said: "Have them back here at ten tomorrow morning so that we can use them in a shot." Leonard Lyons in The New York Post exploded in the harbor. It blew Harry right into the hospital and out of the Navy with a medical discharge. He’d served eighteen months. He was nineteen years old. And no questions had been answered for Harry Belafonte; he still did not know what to do with his life. It was a puzzler. He had no real edu- cation and no trade. He knew almost no one. His friends at high had all graduated and scattered, and so had the street Apaches—a couple were in jail. His par- ents, long separated, were divorced and his mother had remarried, this time a building maintenance man. Harry bunked at home and his stepfather gave him a helper’s job. But he was restless, lost. One night a friend gave him a ticket to a play staged by the American NEGRO THEATRE and, with nothing to do, he mo- seyed over. Home Is the Hunter was the first play Harry Belafonte had ever seen, and, he thinks, probably the worst. But his friend took him backstage afterwards, and he stayed until three o’clock in the morning helping strike the sets. Some- thing about the theater was strangely ex- citing. After work, for the next few months, he hung around there nights at- taching himself to the gang. “The first right gang I ever belonged to,” says Harry. The next play was Sean O’Casey’s Juno And The Paycock. Harry was reading over the script to see how he could help ham- mer together some sets on a nickel-and- dime budget. “IT guess the poetry and us“ vo ee | strength of that play leaked out at mé¢ confesses Harry. “Anyway, there I wi. half surprised at myself, trying out for o | of the big parts—and I got it, too. Su} denly I was gone. And happy to be gor| The bug had bit me.” Just as sudden} his course was as clear as day. He hi the GI Bill, didn’t he? t Harry Belafonte thought he knew ju where to go to learn right, from oat he’d heard around the group. THE Dri MATIC WorKSHOP met GI Bill standar} and you could cram a four-year coui; into two. He signed up, the same day f another curly haired fugitive from juvt nile delinquency named Bernie Schwa») did. People call him Tony Curtis now. * boy nobody knew much about then wt already enrolled, under his right nan) Marlon Brando. } They all worked like beavers—usua | from nine in the morning until ten 4 night—and often until one o’clock t} next morning. They studied the classic<} Ibsen, Gorky, Shaw, Shakespeare, work} out in class plays, fenced, danced, dae sets. Harry loved it. “I revved up at motor,” is the way he expresses it. it hasn’t slowed down since.” i Harry still lived at home. He had The GI bill didn’t cover all his expens} But there was constant tension. All | relatives were plain, hard working peop Education—his parents were all for th But, argued his mother, go after soni thing that will make you a living. Do fritter away your youth on a wild-go) chase. You're a Negro. Negroes have work for a living, not play. Sometimes, in moments of depressi and haunting fear of failure, Harry thou; his mother was right. After all, where v the opportunity in acting—for a Negi Hardly in Hollywood, Tv or on Broadw: The most to hope for was an occasioi bit. In these lowspots, Harry miseral | told himself, “Anyone like me choosing do what I’m doing must be out of mind!” But there was nothing else n that he wanted. Never suspected he had a voice Harry hit the pavements hunting a jo an acting job. Nothing. Wherever went—agents, Tv, radio, movie studi} Broadway—nothing. “I got so I star?! out the door before they could shake th:} heads,” remembers Harry. He had to leave home. His family’s d approval battered him so unbearably t finally he left and moved into a flat | Bleecker Street down in the Village. W. three other Workshop grads. His share the rent was only $9.50 a month, and m: of the time it was hard to even get t much together. That summer he could even get a job in a stock company for . board—no pay, just work for his fo And he couldn’t even get that. Half the time he was hungry, but tJ wasn’t nearly as bad as the hours he on his narrow bed—because there was place for him to go, no work to do—lo ing at the stained, peeling walls and try to figure out how it would feel to live whole life on the wrong side of povei§. With no place for him to go... and work for him to fill his soul with. But at that time, Harry Belafonte | never yet sung a note outside his o bathroom, never suspected he had a vo- and never dreamed of trying it out. Then something forced him to. Suddenly Harry had a desperate need + money. A lot of money. And his desperai gave him the courage to walk into a | jungle. Read Part II of Harry Belafonte’s si in the July issue of MODERN SCREEN, on < June 6. a ey es er, Harry Belafonte’s currently in 2 Century-Fox’s Island In the Sun.

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ieir love story Continued from page 64) Martin today. The girl, who was Peggy Lee, didn’t now he existed. How could she? Her orld and that of the lonesome sailor in e audience were as far apart as the sles. Peggy was already a great singing ar, who made a steady $200,000 a year. xcept for one year when she made 00,000. Lieutenant Martin was only one ’ several thousand rank-risen mustangs, iling off a war with no visible peace- me prospects ahead, least of all in show usiness. Besides, Peggy Lee was already arried, although Dewey Martin didn’t now that. All this made his sudden crush strictly Yr moon dreams—or so you'd say. Yet, for the next ten years that love yng never quite faded for Dewey Martin. nd ten years is a long time. It brought lot of changes in the lives of both Dewey lartin and Peggy Lee. Peggy stayed on the merry-go-round of lamour and success, stayed right at the yp. She sang. She penned lyrics for hit 1ovies like The Lady And The Tramp. he acted in Pete Kellys Blues and won n Academy nomination. But happiness? Her first marriage with lave Barbour broke under the strain, and 1en her second with Brad Dexter. Peri- dically her health broke too, but being ne kind of girl she was, she couldn’t stop, ain control of her private existence or er galloping career. Everybody grew to ove Peggy except the one special guy who ould bring peace, security and sense to er life. Somehow, she never met him. As for Dewey Martin, most of those Joe Pasternak told us he wrote to Tel Aviv asking them to line up some acting talent for Ten Thou- sand Bedrooms—preferably young, beautiful girls from 18 to 20. He got a reply: “All the girls from 18 to 20 here are in the army.” Mike Connolly in The Hollywood Reporter rears he was scouting busily for breaks. ‘or a long time there weren’t any. For a while he traded with the Indians in the Navajo-Hopi country of Arizona; then vorked around Phoenix, sometimes lriving a truck. On a sudden wild inspira- ion he boarded a bus to Ogunquit, Maine, o learn acting in summer stock. And Jewey did, quickly and well. So he went lown to New York to crack Broadway, out wound up running an elevator in- stead. He tried Hollywood next hoping for 1 job in pictures, but the only one he got was ushering at CBS radio studios. There 1e used to stand backstage in his monkey suit and open the door for the star of one show, mumbling politely, “Good evening, Miss Lee.” But that was all. He’d never in the world have dared tell Peggy Lee then about that song she sang ’way back in San Francisco, or how it stuck in his neart. Dewey’s struggle had made him too proud, too independent, too self-sufficient and too hard-boiled—or so he thought. But sometimes, when he collected a couple of extra bucks, Dewey would leave his cheap Hollywood room and walk to Crro’s, on the Sunset Strip, where Peggy Lee liked to sing. He’d stand at the bar, because he couldn’t afford a table, and nurse one drink until the bartender got nasty, hoping for a glimpse across the crowded room of the beautiful girl with the husky-sweet voice. She still didn’t know him from Adam of course, but that was okay. It was one enchanted evening for Dewey. Z ‘Then the big break came at last for New 3-in-1 Basecoat- Lacquer-Sealer Formula Now Dura-Gloss wears longer, yet is far easier to apply No nail polish tested, regardless of price, wears so long, yet is so easy to apply as new 3-in-1 Dura-Gloss, with its sensational, chip-resistant Flex-Film formula that bonds itself to your nails for super adherence. Here’s super covering quality, too, that flows on bubble- free, to brush without streaking. S Gl Qoole Youelion Here is a 3-in-1 basecoat-lacquer- sealer that’s super-resistant to chip, crack, scuff and peel. Here’s glow-with-glamour gloss, in 21 jewel colors, Regular or Iridescent, in 15¢ and 29¢ sizes, plus tax... at all stores. Exclusive color cap assures proper —_— shade selection for your nails. © AR. WINARICK, INC., NEW YORK EV EDO GG Beautiful Complexion . = So ti wR, eM AG I[-C This creamy liquid beautifier is very quick and easy to by Campana use and produces a beautiful effect on your complexion. 89¢ and 79¢ at better drug and all variety stores 77 ———

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Dewey Martin. It came in Knock On Any Door, and he parlayed it into a bigger one as Boone in The Big Sky. He had his ups and downs after that, but he played it. He won a contract at MGM, made eight pictures in four years, and heard people call him star. But success rang hollow, because there was no one to share it. He met a pretty redheaded model named Mardie Havelhurst and impulsively mar- ried her. Mardie was a swell girl but she didn’t sympathize with Dewey’s ambitions or like anything about show business or Hollywood. They had a son, but never a real home. Dewey wanted a home. He hadn’t had one since his father died when Dewey was a kid in Texas. After that ended, Dewey snapped at the chance to make a picture in Rome. He stayed abroad, travelling in Europe, living for a while in Spain, deliberately staying away from the place that hadn’t brought him the happiness he had thought it would. Agent to producer: "Il have a great talent right outside your door— sings like Lanza, acts like Guinness, built like Lanecaster!"" Producer: "Great! Bring him in!" Agent: “There's just one catch. It's a girl." Mike Connolly in The Hollywood Reporter But you can’t run away from yourself. So he came back to Hollywood. By then he knew a hundred people who could in- troduce him to Peggy Lee. He didn’t let them. He didn’t dare risk destroying the one good dream he had left. But the loneliness grew and the empti- ness deepened behind the tough shell that Dewey Martin had built around himself all his life. Peggy felt different One evening, almost two years ago, Dewey was hanging around with his friend, orchestra man Dick Stabile. Dick knew Dewey’s whole story. He also knows a blue mood when he sees one. “Dewey,” he said, “why don’t you let me introduce you to Peggy Lee?” And Dewey found himself saying, “Okay—when?” “What’s wrong with right now?” Nothing was wrong. Crro’s was right up the line and Peggy Lee was singing there. They rapped on her dressing room door and went inside. “Peggy,” began Dick, “this is Dewey Martin and—” Dewey himself blurted out the rest— “T’ve been in love with you for ten long years!” “Please sit down,” invited Peggy Lee. She offered a drink. She could use a small one herself. Things like that don’t happen every night, at Crro’s or anywhere. Peggy thought this impulsive man cer- tainly must mean he was in love with her songs, another way of saying, “I’m a fan.” Lots of people have told Peggy Lee that. Yet, somehow—funny—this time she was not sure. Coming from him it sounded different; she felt different. As Dewey remembers, his hair was bleached and clipped for a picture. As self-conscious as a school kid, he popped out, for no reason at all, “My hair isn’t always like this. It’s for a job—you know.” “T know,” said Peggy. And maybe that’s when she knew that what he was in love with wasn’t just her voice. Anyway, when he asked her to have dinner some night she said, “That would be nice. Will you call me?” She gave him her telephone number. When Dewey got up enough nerve to eall a few days later, Peggy Lee was in spattered dungarees working at her favo- 78 rite hobby—fixing over her house. “Can you call back?” she begged. “I’m redecorating, and knee deep in painters.” Dewey said, “Sure.” But he didn’t call back. Maybe it was the bleached hair, he thought. Maybe he shouldn’t have busted out with the truth like he did. Or maybe she just wasn’t interested. That old pride, that old independence returned. A few days later he got a note: Whatever happened to you? it read. Peggy Lee. Dewey reached for the phone. Pretty soon, across a table for two at a quiet Hollywood restaurant, Dewey Mar- tin was telling Peggy all about himself, including that certain afternoon in the GoLpEN Gate at San Francisco. But one evening wasn’t long enough for all the things Dewey had stored up to say. He made another date and another. After three months both Peggy and Dewey stopped seeing anyone else. The romance puzzled a lot of people who thought they knew them both. Peggy Lee and Dewey Martin? That one-man Declaration of Independence and the girl who barely had time to say hello to her- self? But they didn’t know what Peggy and Dewey soon did. “I knew I needed Peggy,” says Dewey, “and I think she knew she needed me.” Still they didn’t discuss what was on their minds until one night in New York. Dewey was there for a live Tv show and Peggy arrived later for a Perry Como guest spot. When she flew in they both realized how empty those few days apart had been for them both. Another separation What made them certain was another separation. Dewey flew to Kanab, Utah, to make a Tv pilot film. Peggy went off on en- gagements—to Minneapolis, Detroit, Chi- cago. Everywhere and every night there was a long-distance call from Utah. Dewey proposed over one, got his Yes over another. They made marriage plans, back and forth, over the rest. The next to last came on a Friday, a year ago last April. They arranged to meet the next morning in Hollywood and drive to Palm Springs for the wedding. Dewey chartered a plane with a pilot, but a storm blew up. Next morning he was grounded and sweating it out. He made one more call. “Don’t worry, Honey,” he told her. “If this guy won’t fly me, I'll fly myself!” That’s what he finally did, borrowing a little Cessna and buzzing it up through the clouds. The Los Angeles airport was so fogged in he couldn’t find it. But he got down at last in Burbank and there, pray- ing him in, was Peggy. They just had time to race to a Beverly Hills jewelry store, choose double rings, and make the license bureau five minutes before it closed. Then they drove to the Springs. On the evening of April 28, 1956 Peggy Lee became Mrs. Dewey Martin at last. Peggy and Dewey Martin made them- selves a promise that night in their desert wedding suite. They’d never be separated for long, no matter how two careers tugged. It’s one they’ve kept. Togetherness is their marriage theme. “Peggy loves to sing and she probably always will,” admits Dewey. “It’s part of her life. My musical talent is confined to playing a phonograph. So I keep out of her hair that way. But she knows she doesn’t have to work another day if she doesn’t want to.” Home is where their hearts live The first thing Dewey did after marry- ing Peggy was to buy her house from her. Why? That’s just the kind of independent cuss he is. Around that house you can notice some changes by now. For one, the garage has turned into a professional recording room, so Peggy can work right ee a at home on the songs she writes and sings! for picture scores. Dewey built it with| the help of one carpenter. Peggy anc) Dewey painted and decorated it them-} selves, spending two weeks alone filing) away Peg’s vast record collection in spe-} cial built-in cabinets. Warmed up with¢ that, they repainted the rest of the house inside, even the bathroom and kitchen); It isn’t work when they’re working to-: gether. It’s fun. é Some week ends the Martins take trip: that Peggy never seemed to have time fo, before. Down to the San Diego zoo, up tcl! Carmel just for the scenery, across the border to Tijuana for Dewey’s favorit« afficionado sport, the bull fights. His friend} Carlos Arruza, the famous matador, ever! dedicated a bull to Peggy, although shi} had to turn her eyes away as he fought it)? Dewey kasn’t got Peggy on skis yet, al-| though he’s trying. But she took him te Disneyland—and they stayed seven hours® For the Mister Toad ride Dewey stood o1 line with 400 wiggling kids and their par- ents. “I never thought I’d ever stand o! line for anything,” he grins, “but there I was—and liking it.” This year they’r: planning to drive clear to Pastaja, neat Mexico City, to a ranch Dewey know} about, for a real honeymoon. But home i where their hearts really live. That home is no longer what Peggy use: to call, somewhat ruefully, “Grand Cen tral Station.” Any popular singer’s hous is likely to be just that if she’s not carefu’ Dewey spotted the host of people buzzin® Peggy’s doorbell constantly with some thing or other on their minds. She coul never say “No.” “All that’s changed,” he says quietly “Our home is for us, our family and ou friends.” Getting even at Christmas Last December, on Dewey’s birthday, h- was called to the door for a telegram. Th telegram turned out to be thirty of hi best friends secretly invited for a sur prise party. Peggy cooked a lasagne din ner, and when the guests left Dewe, kissed his wife. “Ill get even with you. he promised. y Christmas Eve he did. Forty of Peggy friends showed up the same sudden wa: Under the tree Dewey had smuggled big red-ribboned box. After that h ducked around the house mysteriously. A} cocktails Dewey announced, “Let’s play new game. This one’s called, Don’t Tru.} Your Husband.” He handed Peggy a note. See what Mister Bach has to say, it rea. She went to her favorite classical albu) and there was another note. It sent her : her favorite statue of St. Francis. We. Peggy collected messages for the ne, forty-five minutes all over the place—.} the mail box, in her car, off her tape re’ corder, in library books—one was eve frozen in an ice cube. The whole pari) followed her around. The last paper to § about the box under the tree—and in -§ was a little poem by Dewey telling h how much he loved her. Peggy cried. SI} couldn’t help it. | PHOTOGRAPHERS’ CREDITS The photographs appearing in this issuc| are credited below, page by page: 6—Globe; 7—-Globe, Bruce Bailey; 8—20tt) Century-Fox, INP, Globe; 10—Wide World|} Bert-Henry Photo, Bailey; 12—Jack Albin, Storl/§, Club; 17—-Warner Bros.; 20—Bob Beerman | 31—20th Century-Fox; 34-35—-Globe; 39— | Peter Basch; 40—Jack Stager of Globe; 41— Tom Caffrey of Globe; 43—Don Ornitz of Globe 44—Wide World; 47—Phil Burchman; 48— Albin; 54-55—Globe; 56-59—Larry Barbier, Ji of Globe; 62-63—-Nancy Streebeck; 64—INP 73—RKO; 90—Beerman.

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A few nights ago, almost at dawn, ewey and Peggy Martin walked out to ir patio on a mountain ridge back of everly Hills. They wore formal clothes scause they had been to a party. They’d ayed late and should have been tired. ut they weren’t—they were flying. They ood beside the pool, silvered with moon- sht, and for silent minutes looked at the asket of jewels far below that was the ty’s lights. ianking God... Dewey put his arms around the hazel- ed, platinum-haired woman who is now s wife and they embraced without words. hen they rubbed their two wedding ands together and whispered in unison, Thank you, God.” It’s an earnest prayer they have voiced good many times since they finally found ich other, recognized love, and married. still seems like a miracle to them both. nd maybe it is. For through the web that fate spun for ch of them for ten years, Peggy Lee and ewey Martin have at last discovered in ch other the one special person filling © special emptiness in their once-in- plete lives— No wonder they both thank God for a mg, sung long ago but never JOR ND Dewey Martin is currently in MGM’s en Thousand Bedrooms. hen kim was 13 Continued from page 42) more than just playmate was during dancing classes we ad in eighth grade. “T saw one boy at the opposite end of 1¢ line, and now, for no reason at all— ell almost no reason at all—I wanted to ance with him and no other boy in the 90m. His name was Russ. He had dark lack hair, fiery expressive eyes and there as an air about him that just seemed to ie to be everything that was masculine. “TI didn’t get to dance with him that day -there was some kind of rotation system. he bell rang and the session was over. ut the next time, happily, we picked up xactly where we left off, and before that lass was over I danced with Russ. “Tt may sound sentimental, but it really ras one of the most beautiful moments 1 my whole life .. . when we finally put ur arms around each other and began to ance. But then something awful hap- ened. Although I had always felt a uoyaney and a wonderful sense of free- om doing folk dances with my father, I iscovered to my horror that with Russ was just terrible. I moved like a wooden ndian, and kept getting worse! “The next dancing class the teacher aught us square dancing—wonderful, I hought, here I'll shine. She also intro- luced a new system of pairing a boy with girl. The boys drew a girl’s name on a jiece of paper from a box. Well, I watched tuss’ expression as he looked at the name le drew. And when I saw the disappoint- nent on his face, I said to myself, ‘Oh, hat’s too bad; he didn’t draw my name.’ felt wonderful, because his look of dis- ippointment showed me that he really vanted to dance with me. durt for a while : “But then I noticed another boy, his lame was Ira, going from boy to boy comparing the name on his slip with the ie they had. When Ira came to Russ hey both looked at me. Then they dis- NOTHING qaoes so much fora woman... Beautiful eyes are your most important feature, so bring out all their hidden loveliness with Maybelline, the safe, i natural-looking eye make-up preferred by women of good taste the world over. Maybelline makes every woman’s eyes beautiful. How very beautiful, you’ll never know until you try Maybelline Mascara, Solid or Cream Form... $1.25 Maybelline Automatic Eyebrow Pencil, 79¢, Twin Refills 39¢ Maybelline Iridescent Eye Shadow Stick, $1 For complete eye beauty, use Maybelline Professional Eyelash Curler, $1.00, and Precision Tweezers, 29¢ vy ES Winn <r + WSF : Nothing /Does So Much To Make Hyes Beautiful THE FINEST PHOTOGRAPHS OF MOVIE and TV STARS SPECIAL OFFER: 8 x 10 Color Portraits any 3 for $1.00 Be aii. - Elvis Presley, James Dean, Clint Walker, Anthony Perkins, Elizabeth Taylor, Mar- lon Brando, Natalie Woods, Kim Novak, Tab Hunter, Rock Hudson, Sal Mineo, George Nader. Other Stars $.50 ea. Black and White Glossy Prints — Pin- ups, Portraits, Scenes, Western Stars. STEPHEN SALLY, Dept.C, P.O. Box 52, Gracie Station, N. Y.28 FIND OUT what fun it is to be a beautiful blonde. No matter what your hair color now — blonde that’s turned mousey brown, brunette, red- head — with Marchand’s Golden Hair Wash you can add a glow of sunshine or lighten honey bright. Golden Hair Wash is the tried-and- true home hair lightener pre- ferred for over 50 years. Not a dye. Nothing extra to buy. Fine for lightening arm and leg hair, too. Life is thrilling when you're a BLONDE Be a fascinating golden-top—today! M At drugstores everywhere 75c and $1.00, plus tax

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lt ee Re “When they came back Ira came up to me and said, ‘You’re my partner.” “Only then did I realize that Russ had drawn my name! That was why he looked unhappy. And he had traded me for Ira’s partner... “T don’t suppose anyone can imagine how hurt I was, even when Ira told me he had shelled over nineteen cents to Russ to get me. “But the funny thing is that as soon as I began to dance with Ira I found that my suffering miraculously stopped, and for no reason that I could understand I just relaxed and enjoyed myself.” Which is a part of Kim’s nature that was to be extremely valuable to her in later years, when she was a struggling young model-actress in Hollywood. What she did was simply refuse to allow her feelings of disappointment to continue. Once she realizes that something is in- evitable, she accepts her lot and makes the best of it. She is that way today. “T was much too young to be affected so seriously by Russ’ lack of attention, but at the time it seemed as though my whole life would be empty without him. Overheard at an Arthur Miller play: when it was over the audience shouted, "Author's wife! Author's wife!" Earl Wilson in the New York Post I spent hours sitting in my room looking out the window. I day-dreamed a thou- sand scenes of dates with handsome men and boys who couldn’t hide how fantas- tically beautiful they thought I was—and we'd always run into Russ someplace, who would then—too late—realize what he had lost and how clever and smart -and beautiful I was! The bean-pole days “One morning something else happened,” Kim recalls. “One of my girl friends said ‘Why are you wearing your dresses so short?’ I knew my mother hadn’t short- ened the dress. I asked my grandmother, who made all my clothes, if she had. Grandma looked at me and then a gleam of understanding came to her eyes. She said, ‘Girl, your dresses aren’t getting shorter. Yow’re getting longer.’ ” Kim began to lengthen like a bean sprout. And a year later she was taller than most of the boys and a head higher than any of the girls. Kim laughed as she recalled “my bean- pole days.” But it was a serious matter to her then. Boys she liked shied from her, reluctant to be seen near tall-girl Kim—it made them feel so much shorter. And Kim, who yearned as much for a boy friend as any girl, often found herself relegated to the Siberia of the last row in classes, lines and school functions. Kim was different enough as it was. She was a blonde in a neighborhood where other girls had hair of chestnut brown or black. She wore pig-tails or braids wound in a bun. The others didn’t. All her clothes were hand-made by her grand- mother. She was thin. The others were plump. To make her growing desperation even worse, she felt that her height made it that much easier for everyone to notice everything else that bothered her. Kim's mom takes over “My mother and grandma helped me through that phase,” Kim said. “Mom knew I was unhappy, and very carefully explained that someday I’d be happy about my height. “But I just didn’t believe her. I felt— 80 and I know there was no rhyme or reason to it—that the others were waiting to laugh at me, to make me miserable. My sister did everything she could to help me, too. But the more that people tried to explain that I was foolish for feeling the way I did, the more I felt that way and the more certain I was that they were just feeling sorry for me.” But Kim’s mom was as stubborn as Kim. One day Mrs. Novak told Kim she was taking her to downtown Chicago. Kim wanted to know exactly where. But Mom wouldn’t tell. A half hour later they were on the tenth floor of Farr’s DEPARTMENT STORE. As they got off the elevator they saw a gaily colored sign which read Fair-Teen Club. It was a popular club for teenage boys and girls. As her mother led her to the entrance of the club, Kim drew back. “‘T don’t want to be laughed at,’ I told Mom. But she insisted. I don’t know how much longer I would have stayed miser- able if I hadn’t let her talk me into it. Anyway, we walked into the club room and the director, Mrs. Norma Kasell, greeted us and then took a long look at me. Well, here it comes, I said to myself, she can see I’m too tall, awkward, gawky, ungainly. She sees that there’s everything wrong with me that could be wrong with a girl of thirteen. "We need you, Kim" “Then Mrs. Kasell said, ‘How wonderful that we have a tall girl at last! You have no idea how much we need you. And you’re pretty enough to model.’ “T think my heart stopped beating. This wonderful woman said she needed me. Me, Marilyn Ann Novak. To have this happen was like being born again, I thought. Like shedding an unhappy mem- ory as I would an old coat. “There aren’t words to describe how happy I was.” Mrs. Kasell took Kim to the dance floor. There, hundreds of teenagers were having the time of their lives jiving to a juke-box. Kim hadn’t been in the room two minutes before a bashful boy asked her to dance. He didn’t care at all that she was taller than he. Kim doesn’t re- member his name, but at that moment he was every hero in every book she’d ever read—come to life. “Later when I came home,” Kim tells you, “Mom sat me down and asked, ‘Did you have fun?’ And the only answer I could give her was to put my arms around her and cry because I was so happy.” But it was still difficult for Kim. Even with the help of her family and Mrs. Kasell, she had to keep reminding herself all the time that she wasn’t an outcast, a misfit—unwanted and unattractive. Like her height. As Mrs. Kasell put it, “What you have to do now, Marilyn, is remember—all the time, whenever you think about it—that what you once thought was your worst feature is really your best.” Kim tried. She stopped walking with her head lowered, her shoulders slouched, awkwardly crooking her knees—all of the silly little habits she had acquired in trying to shorten herself. “And,” Kim remembers, “I tried to change my attitude toward things, towards boys, school and making girl friends. I had become someone who refused to face problems, I’d just stay in my room, look- ing out the window, finding fault with a world I thought was against me. “So I tried hard to change, especially on my Saturdays at the Fair-Teen Club. And one day, though I was only thirteen, Mrs. Kasell asked me to help a group of new girls learn about modeling clothes. “Tt was strange, but the moment I stepped on the little stage we had for re-| hearsals I felt calm and sure of myseli: | The other girls suffered terribly fron | stage-fright. I never did. And in teach ing them, I taught myself to forget abou: me. And that’s the first thing I had to lear»), —to get over feeling I was such a misfit) “I know now that in real life I had - terrible inferiority complex. 41 “The weeks went by and little by littl I found myself thinking that if Mrs) Kasell needed me I couldn’t be such »: nothing after all. And if I wanted t/; become more a part of school activitie) and wanted to make friends—then could do it! “But how to go about it?” A! It started in the least likely place shi; could imagine. In the noisy, swarmin:: crowd of Christmas shoppers in one «G; Chicago’s largest department stores. Boys hold an important place a “T was trying to find a gift for mzp; parents and my sister,’ Kim tells. “A. I was going up on the escalator, I say, a boy on the down escalator who was con i; sidered the handsomest male in our clas” And he smiled at me! As we passed eac-. other I jokingly put out my hand. He pu| out his, and when our fingertips touche. it was as though | a bolt of lightning ha), gone through me.’ Kim isn’t sure, but something must hav} happened to Roy too when their finge, touched. Because from the next day on hh was a very attentive young swain. A: '“T wonder,” said Kim, “if boys kno}. what big, important places they have i young girls’ hearts at the age of thirteen To me Roy was the most important huma |. being in the whole world. “My girl friend’s crush was a fello) Her Serene Highness (Grace Kelly) may be one of the world's best- dressed women but she's a purse- stuffer, and a sloppy one at that. Her bags bulge with everything from chewing gum and scraps of tissue paper to lapsed insurance policies. How do we know? A friend of ours once peeked. Mike Connolly in The Hollywood Reporter named Joe, whe was a pal of Roy’s, ar although it wasn’t very lady-like, we usé to take walks and suddenly find ourselv: passing their homes. We even got bo}. enough to stand in front of their hous’ and sing a song we composed: We'll always be true, We'll never be blue, We’re loyal to you—Roy and Joe. A shock to Grandpa It didn’t really matter too much, Ki explains, that one night her little pari dise ended, abruptly and completely. She and Roy were sitting on the ste of her home. Roy, obeying an uncontra lable urge pecked her on the cheek wi what he probably thought was sophisti cation. Kim’s grandfather, who was looking o the window, immediately assumed that Ri was an instrument of the devil. He chas poor Roy for two blocks, came back al scolded Kim for an hour. The customs America were a shock to Grandpa and his eyes Kim was practically a fall woman at the age of thirteen. “T never saw Roy again,” Kim says, “b cause his family moved out of Chicago few days later, which was the reason kissed me. But as I said, it didn’t real matter. Oh, I missed him all right. B the important thing is that his liking 1 —and his being considered such a catch

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he other girls!—was enough to show me hat I couldn’t be absolutely ugly. At east—I was almost convinced.” “Then I learned something else—very mportant. In my first year of high school, a boy invited me to a football game and I decided that I was going to be very nature on this date. I asked my mother if - could wear lipstick. “That afternoon when my date came to xick me up, I was in my bedroom getting nore exasperated every moment. I hadn't ‘ealized, of course, that putting lipstick m took a little practice. So I practiced, ising half a stick of lipstick—and half a ar of cold cream to remove it before I inally decided that it was on well enough. [Then my hair bothered me. I combed it and recombed it at least fifty times. There was just one little curl that wouldn’t turn he way I wanted it. “T don’t know how long I stood before he mirror trying to fix myself up, but I io know that when I finally came out of he room my date had left! He didn’t vant to miss the second half of the foot- yall game, too. “So I learned one thing about boys, arly. They'll wait for you—but just so ong! “Then I fell in love, really truly in ove right up to today. “JT think it was the night of the first igh school dance my mother allowed me 0 attend. That was the night I think, iithough I won’t ever be sure, that I first ell in love. Not with a boy, but with 2 color. “Most people think it strange that I wave such a passion for a color. But I hink having a favorite color is a little ike having a favorite flavor. Some people ike chocolate or vanilla, and they enjoy t more than anything else. I think that -an happen with a thing you see, too. fhe beautiful lavender suit “For the dance, my mother had altered or me a beautiful lavender suit that my ister had outgrown. -It was almost, but 10t quite, purple. And that evening when | tried it on myself I just didn’t think here was anything more beautiful in the world than that suit I was wearing. And I elt a little beautiful wearing it. So don’t >yer underestimate the power of clothes— or a color! I remember we went to a movie nfter the dance. I don’t remember at all what the movie was about. All I remember s that beautiful, beautiful lavender suit. And feeling pretty. : “The clincher came when he took me nome. We stood at the front door of my neme in the darkness. Without any warn- ng, he said, ‘Marilyn, I think you’re very pretty. He hadn’t meant to say it so loud, out in the still of the night his voice carried a half block in every direction. “Then quite suddenly, he kissed me and ran down the steps. “T watched him hurry down the street, nis hands in his pockets, not daring to look back. When I couldn’t see him any more, I went into the house. My mother Was sitting in a chair, sewing. She smiled; she had heard. Then she said, ‘So? He thinks you’re pretty?’ I said, ‘Yes, Mom, he thinks I’m pretty” —— “As I went up the stairs to my room, completely in a daze, I knew that I wasn’t gawky, or different, or a misfit any longer. I was Marilyn Ann Novak. And a boy had kissed me because he thought I was ‘pretty. And I remember thinking that night before I went to sleep, that ‘pretty’ was even better than ‘beautiful’ “And that was the end of it. The curse —and the cure. My misery was TE _ Kim will soon be seen in Columbia’s Jeanne Eagels and Pal Joey. | It’s the right moment, everything is perfect... Does your smile say, “Kiss me?” eet ORY RitunS G p> “Guaranteed by Good Housekeeping #0) 745 apvrensta WS DENTIST Some feeth are naturally Hard-to-Bryten! Iodent No. 2 is made and guaranteed by a Dentist especially for such Hard-to-Bryten teeth. It contains a scientific amount of supergraded polishing agents to safely remove the clinging film of food stains and smoke smudges which other toothpastes do not remove. 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al—to get a doctor to cut the shoe off.” ‘“And—” asked Mike. ‘And the next day she went downtown d bought a bigger pair of shoes, so she uld get the swollen foot in. She could rdly stand, let alone walk, but she owed up on the set and went through r scenes without as much as a whimper. aid to her, ‘Liz, why don’t you go home? ve that foot a break. We'll shoot around u.. She said, ‘Oh, I couldn’t do that. hat—what if they gave the part to some- dy else?’” ‘How old was she?” ‘Fight—ten—I don’t remember. A baby. id then the next time—it was after tional Velvet, quite a while later. She as about sixteen, I guess, pretty as a ture. I went out to the place the ylors had at Malibu Beach, and I re- amber her mother was bawling her out - staying in the water too long...” Turn around, Elizabeth.” Mrs. Taylor d, “and let me dry your back. Honestly, at gets into your head I'll never know. ok at you, blue with cold—* Tm not cold,’ Elizabeth protested. Her Ss were stiff and she couldn’t stop shiv- img. “I'm fine, honest. It’s h-hot_ out.” ‘Hot indeed,’ Mrs. Taylor said. “Four ys ago you had a fever. You had flu; U couldn't keep a thing down, and lay you’re running in and out of the iter. You know what the doctor said. ul be completely over this if you rest.” ‘Listen, Mother.” Elizabeth dropped to r knees in the warm sand. “You want Jim Backus owns a home near Hol- lywood, but refuses to be a handy man around the house. “Actors here in California," he says, “are always talking about trimming the lawn, building a new wall, washing their car, planting petunias—but not me! | left Cleveland when | was a boy so’s I could avoid doing just those things!" Paul Denis > to go out. dont you? Have dates and |. But Mom, I can’t get friends and ople to like me—if I’m always hanging ound resting when everyone else is t having fun—and doing things. I can’t -adud, Mom. Not if I want—to be liked.” She stood up, one quick, graceful move- ent. The towel dropped to the sand. esides,” she said lightly, “I feel fine. I’m | over the flu, honest.” Suddenly she is running; feet flickering over the sand the water’s edge. ee what happened then?” Mike Todd ed. shocking rumor from Europe The man at the window shrugged im- tiently. “What do you think? She had e flu half a dozen times more by the d of the summer. She still gets it. But e got what she wanted,” he said, “that 2s the summer she got Glenn Davis’ gold otball—remember all that fuss . Two years later, she married Nicky ‘Hil- n. Everyone knew about the wedding, e angel-like bride, the handsome groom. 1@ European honeymoon, hitting all the ght spots, the casinos, the balls. Then ick from Europe came a sudden, shock- g rumor: Liz, the child-bride, had had heart attack. The people she knew in Europe came mning. Some in America who loved her ough flew to her side. They found Liz, ite and shaky, rouging her cheeks and vering her pale lips with lipstick. ‘Liz, for God’s sake, get to bed and rest. Where do you think you’re going to now?” To most she said merely, “Out. Nicky’s waiting for me.” To one she said, “I’ve got to tell you this, even if I can’t tell anyone else. lm a bride, a couple of months married—and there’s something wrong with my mar- riage. I don’t know what it is yet. All I know is, I’m scared. I’m so scared. Nicky and I—we’re losing touch. It happened so fast. If I dont keep up with him now, there won't be anything left at all. Nothing. Nothing. How can that happen—so fast? I've got to be with him now, all I can. He doesn't like being cooped up in a room— he likes things gay and noisy. I've got to be with him evenings, you understand? He doesn't know I feel sick—I wouldn't tell him. And besides,’ with a determined lift of the chin, “I’m not really sick any- way. It wasn’t a heart attack at all—just a little indigestion. Whoever heard of a girl my age having a heart attack?” She told reporters, “It’s a lot of non- sense. A silly rumor. Dont believe a word.” The made-up eyes sparkled. The pretty lips smiled. Who was to say Liz Taylor was lying? “T see,” Mike Todd said slowly. “I see.” Not a funny story “You want more? I remember reading an item even before that, when she was making Conspirator with Bob Taylor in London. Very funny piece. It said he made love to her so passionately that she dislocated a vertebra in her spine. The item didn’t tell about the scream she gave that sent shivers down to your gut. It wouldn’t have made such a funny story then. And a few years later she fell off water skiis, and cracked her back again. But she didn’t want to be a damper on the party, so—” “All right,” Mike said. He waved his hand impatiently. “I get the picture. I see. But there’s something wrong. Liz is no plaster saint, not by a long shot. Lots of ways, she’s good and spoiled. So why this martyrdom, huh?” “Mike,” the man said, “I don’t know so much. But one thing I do know. most anything a woman does, she does be- cause she wants to be loved. Some women are lucky—a man comes along and loves them, and they know it deeply and truly, and then they can stop struggling. They can relax and be themselves; they can be happy. But some women never believe. They've got to keep running all the time because they figure if they stop, they lose the guy And beautiful women more than anyone else. They figure they’re loved for their looks and nothing else. If the looks go, everything goes. And what makes looks go faster than being sick? So they stay well—even if it kills them.” Mike slumped in his chair. “It makes sense. But what about Wilding? Mike Wilding. Listen, I met that guy; he’s okay. And he loved her. with the marriage, he loved her like crazy. 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Every time she moaned, he would just about die inside. When Liz was in pain, when anything went wrong with her, he wandered around the house like a ghost. And he couldn’t hide it. Couldn’t be bothered eating, lost weight. Couldn’t sleep. He tried to be cheerful when he saw Liz, but it stuck out all over him. She couldn’t miss it. That’s why she begged them to let her out of the hospital early. That's why _ she wouldn’t stay in bed when she got home, why she had to be up, doing things, pre- tending to be fine again. Oh, Mike took care of her, wouldn’t let her lift a finger. But she should have gone away somewhere by herself, had a complete rest. I told her so. Know what she said? ‘Oh, they need me—my three men.. Nothing makes a woman feel better than being needed. Be- sides, I’m fine. Every woman feels a little weak after giving birth, that’s all.’ The same old story. And it was the same every time she got sick while she was making a movie. When she got a piece of metal in her eye during Elephant Walk. When she got the blood clot and the colitis and the flu again during Giant. When she got bursitis in the middle of Raintree County—‘Oh, I can’t stay in bed. Every- one’s counting on me...” He came to a sudden halt. “That’s it, Mike. That’s the best I can do for you. From here on it’s up to you.” A tough talk with Liz Mike Todd got slowly up from his chair. “He stretched out his arms and breathed deeply. ‘From here on,” he said, “there are going to be some changes.” He stood by her bedside that night. The hospital corridors were quiet, the white walls of the room were dim—as dim as the tight white skin stretching across her face. He stood solidly, looking down at her with his arms folded on his chest, and he made no move to take her hand. “Listen, Liz,” Mike Todd said, “I’ve got something to say to you. I don’t know if it will make any sense to you, and fur- thermore, I don’t give a damn. Kither way, it’s what’s going to be. Now,” he said, “hear this. “T’m going to get you well, Liz. I don’t care how long it takes. You say you’re not going to marry me. Okay. Don’t. You don’t have to. I love you, but Im a big boy—if I lose you, I won’t kill myself. “But I’m going to get you well. Not for me. For you. I’m going to follow you around with a doctor and a nurse. I'm going to pad you with foam rubber in case you fall down. Every time you say ouch, every time you bump your nose, I’m going to put you in a hospital. Then I’m going to rent a room in that hospital and stay there, to make sure you don’t leave. Ill hire every doctor in the country and they’ll stick with you till they find out what’s wrong. Then they’ll patch you up and make you rest until for once in your life you really get over something. And I mean rest. If your kids need you, Tll hire them a nurse. If your studio needs you, I’ll buy out your contract. If I need you, I'll go out and get drunk. But you're going to take care of number one. And when they finally let you out, Tll follow you around some more, just to make sure you're okay. “And Liz, when you are okay, I don’t care what you do. Maybe I'll have done it all so you can marry some other guy. Maybe you'll elope with Monty Clift. Maybe you’ll go back to Nick Hilton, like = ye ae the papers keep telling me. I don’t know | I don’t even care. You get that, Liz? I’m) not doing this for me, see, so you car marry me. If you do, that’s great. Bui! I’m doing it for you—so you can have, what you want and be what you want—| with me or without.” ’ “Oh Mike,” Liz said. “You great big idiot. You wonderful man. Come here...’| Mike went. He held her in his arms) and he felt her body shaking. “Sure, baby,” said Mike Todd. “Cry / Get your face red and your nose rec and your eyes red. I can look at beau-’ tiful women every day of the week | It’s the red-nosed ones I go for. Someday | honey, promise me you'll be a mess?” { “You're crazy,’ mumbled Liz. | “No, I’m not,” Mike Todd crooned. “Why, Liz, sweetie, I'm the only sensible mar you ever met.” | The doctors say "operate" She stayed in the hospital until her test: ! were completed. Mike stayed with her | When she had been in the hospital for seven weeks, the doctors came to see him “We've found it all right. A herniatec disc and spine fusion. She’s obviously had something wrong with her back a lon; time; this is the latest, and worst mani- festation of it. Now it’s just a question o operating. Can you get her to stay here?’ “She'll stay,” Mike said. She stayed. Then she stayed two week: more, and rested. When the two week: were up, she turned to Mike. “I want t leave now. I’ve got things to do.” “What sort of things?” Liz smiled. “I want to go to Mexico. want to marry this guy .. .” “What guy?” : “Oh,” Liz said, giggling, “no one you know .. .” Mike went to the doctors. “She can’t leave yet, can she? She’s stil” in pain) eee “She can go, Mike. She’ll be in pain foi) a long time. But she’d be as well off out- side. Just keep her quiet. . .” 7 A happy Liz So he took her to Mexico. He carriec her off the plane, deposited her in hev rooms and forbade her to come out. Hi fed her chicken broth and jello. H« screened her visitors. He made the ar- rangements for the divorce. He carriec her, seated on a chair, to their wedding He picked up her hankies, put on he)) shoes. He wrapped her in foam rubber} and every time the screaming pain came® the pain that paralyzed her legs and turnec her white, as happened after one shor« plane trip—he put her in a hospital again and kept her there. And when Mike’s bride told him tha’ their child would be born in November, h« permitted himself time out for just on whoop of joy—before he started thinkin; of ways to double the foam rubber cushion: ing he kept wrapped around Liz. 4 Liz is not yet completely well. In ai operation of the type she had, it takes th: bones a long time to heal—a long, lon; time. And if she’s careless, or slips on : too-polished dance floor—for Liz Todd i can mean so much more than a bump o1, her rump—it can mean operations, an pain, and the kind of pressure on delicat: spinal nerves that paralyze her and seno§ her screams shrilling through the nights But with rest, with care, with love, per- haps one day she will be well. It may tak: a long, long time. But the greatest ste) has been taken already. For the first time in her life, Liz Taylor is not afraid. EN! Elizabeth Taylor is currently in Giani a Warner Bros. release. Watch for her % MGM’s Raintree County. ad |

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‘ony and janet’s answers Continued from page 38) Q. Do you snore? JANET No, Tony doesn’t. TONY No, Janet doesn’t. Q. Does Tony talk in his sleep? JANET No. Q. When the baby cries in the mid- lle of the night, who gets up to take care if her? IANET Both of us. We both hear her ind get up. TONY We both do. I’m very good at aking care of the baby. I haven’t stuck 1er once with a pin. And I’m self-taught, oo—with lots of advice, of course, from ny friends who are fathers. Q@. Do you remember each other’s irthday and anniversaries? I|ANET He remembers mine, but no one Ise’s. TONY You bet she does. Q. What is the most precious gift ever jiven you by each other? [ANET Precious meaning sentimental—I oved the $1 earrings he gave me on our irst date, just for no reason. Precious neaning valuable—two years ago at Thristmas, he gave me the most beau- iful diamond ring. TONY It was a watch, inscribed in dungarian. The words read I love you. Janet went to my father for the inscrip- ion. Q. What was your impression the first ime you met? JANET I thought he was a very hand- some boy with the loveliest eyes I had sver seen. I didn’t know much else at the irst meeting. TONY She was lovely to behold, an oasis n the midst of a crowded cocktail party. Q. What is your greatest fear? JANET Bees. I hate bees, they scare me to death. TONY It depends on who’s doing the scaring. Q@. Whats your favorite food? JANET Tony loves rye bread. TONY Italian and French cooking are my favorites, and they’ve become Janet’s too. Q. Are you superstitious? JANET No. TONY Not any more than anybody else. @- How do you make each other snap out of it when there’s a spell of moodiness? JANET I try to tread on very light ground and not raise any issues until he gets over it a little. Then we can talk ppout the moody spell and maybe find out why. TONY I act like a clown, and adjust my performance to how moody she is. Q@. What’s your favorite hobby? JANET Cleaning house. TONY Playing the flute. I’ve rented a flute and I’m practicing A Lesson A Day like crazy. Q@. What one quality do you most ad- mire in each other? JANET His devotion to me and his family. TONY Her tremendous loyalty. Q. If you had three magic wishes, what would you wish for? JANET All wars to stop. Everyone to feel happy inside. A paid trip around the world for Tony and me, and Kelly and the nurse. TONY If I had three magic wishes, I’d wish for twelve more. Q. If you-could be anyone else in the world, who would you want to be? JANET Can’t think of anyone I'd rather be than me. TONY Cary Grant. Q. Why? JANET I don’t mean for this to sound corny, but I sat here trying to think of all the people in the world that one would likely want to be, but thinking about it I realize they have problems I wouldn’t want. And no one else could have Tony for a husband and Kelly for a daughter, so I really mean—I’m glad I’m me. TONY Cary Grant has the kind of so- phistication I would most like to have. To me he’s not only a good actor, but a great one. I don’t like to apply the word charming to a man, but Cary is charming. His is a fabulous masculine charm. Q. What do you most like about your- self? JANET I think—I hope—I’m a good wife and mother, or at least I like the fact that I really want to be. TONY Oh, come now! Q. What do you dislike most? JANET My impatience about things that I know don’t matter much, and that I should not be bothered by. TONY Hey! You're asking that question of an actor! Q. What bugs you the most about each other? JANET When Tony doesn’t eat well. TONY There’s nothing that bugs me about Janet. I’m ecstatic twenty-four hours a day on the subject of Janet Leigh. So what's the next question? END Watch for Janet in U-I’s Badge Of Evil and RKO’s Jet Pilot. Tony will soon be seen in U.A.’s Sweet Smell Of Success and The Ballad of Cat Ballou. He’ll also be in the U-I film, The Midnight Story. he makes me feel so young (Continued from page 49) smooth it is. 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Street City Mee re a a a 2 = = for someone to meet her for lunch?” “And besides,” said the second lady at the corner table, “despite all the glamour. isn’t it funny that she’s here all alone to- day? I know for a fact from the newspapers that her husband got in from a business trip this morning and you'd think . The lady clammed up fast when che suddenly noticed Joan look up at the smil- ing, gray-haired, slightly-heavy man who had just walked over to her. Alfred Steele, with the rugged good looks of a cigarette ad, the rugged poise and manners of an Army padre. Her husband, Alfred Steele. Why Joan's very much in love Alfred sat down beside Joan, giving her as discreet a kiss as a husband can give his wife in public. Then he reached into his pocket and handed Joan a package. Joan opened it quickly. She gasped as she picked up her present—two intertwining hearts with what must have been a hundred and one diamonds spelling out their Valentine’s Day message. Joan was so thrilled she let out with a big loud “Oh!” She obviously didn’t know what to do first, kiss Alfred or clip on her pin. Eventually she calmed down enough to kiss her husband, clip on her pin, then kiss him again. “Despite all the glamour,” said the first lady at the left corner table to her slightly- blushing friend, “I'd say that Joan Craw- ford is very much in love.” And Joan—if she’d overheard that— | couldn’t have agreed more ... “T need love,” says Joan, who’s no slouch at saying exactly what she thinks on any given subject. “Every woman needs it. To me, love is everything. A woman has to be wanted, needed, giving—or she is nothing. Yes, to me, love is everything. And now, bless my husband, I have love. “Tt may sound funny, but in Alfred I have a man who opens doors for me. That’s right. For most of my life I’ve had to open doors for myself, be man and woman to myself. But Alfred opens doors for me all the time and does the dozens of other little things a man should do for his woman, his wife, if he wants her to feel like a woman, like a wife. “In Alfred, too, I have the kind of man who sends me dozens of flowers on the set every day when I’m working. He doesn’t do this to show other people how much money he has, how many bouquets he can afford. He does it simply because he knows I love flowers. “And in Alfred I have the kind of won- derful man who is forever saying that I look beautiful—whether we’ve just got up in the morning, are getting ready to go to bed at night, anytime. I remember one day when I was arranging the house for some dinner guests that evening. I’d been fixing flowers for about an hour when Alfred walked into the room. I was just about to ask him about the flowers, weren’t they pretty and all that. ‘My God,’ he said, ‘you look beautiful!’ The flowers were ignored. But I certainly wasn’t. “Tt’s strange, but a lot of women—let’s say females—are happy when anyone tells them they look beautiful. That may be all right sometimes. But to me it’s when your husband says it, when the man who loves you says it, that it really means anything.” The unhappy years It’s nice to hear Joan talk like this today. Because you know darn well that her out- wardly gay and glamorous life hasn’t al- ways been one of doors being opened for her, of flowers on the set, of a good man around with a word of love first thing in the morning and last thing at night. Joan was married three times before her marriage to Al Steele. And all three mar- riages—first to Douglas Fairbanks Jr., then to Franchot Tone, then to Phil eae ended in divorce and the kind “of alk break a gal like Joan has always kept mum about, though her closest friends knew what she was going through at the time. “Doug and Franchot were both very dashing young men,” one of these friends says, “and for quite a while Joan was deli- riously happy with each of them, as they were with her. But Joan’s an incredibly strong-willed woman, a woman of tremen- dous inner discipline. And it wasn’t after more than a few years with both Doug and Franchot that it became obvious she expected from them certain things—little, every-day things—which she had trained herself to do and which she thought others should do. Both these men loved Joan, but they couldn’t keep up with her, and even- tually the marriages went flooey. “Outwardly, Joan pretended not to be too upset by the divorces. But in her heart, you knew that—while she was one of the most beautiful women in the world—she was one of the loneliest.” Out of sheer loneliness When Joan met Phil Terry, she was wal- lowing in loneliness. Things weren’t so bad during the day. Joan has been called “one of God’s finest © mothers”—even though all four of her children are adopted, or “hand picked” as Joan says—and she'd spend hour after hour with the children when she wasn’t § working, seeing that they were happy, making sure they ate right, played right, ’ listening to their problems, counseling them about this, that and every other thing. But at night, after the children were in bed upstairs and fast asleep, Joan had to sit downstairs in her huge living room and face the fact that she was alone. “TJ married once out of sheer loneliness.” she’ll tell you—obviously referring to her marriage to Phil Terry. liked Phil at the time. And she still does. But both Joan and Phil realized a little | while after the wedding that you don’t just up and marry someone you like. On the warm side Joan met Alfred Steele a few years after her divorce from Phil. At a party. A few: minutes after Joan arrived, her hostess introduced her to a very pleasant-looking man standing a few yards away. “Joan,” said the hostess,” meet Alfred Steele. Alfred’s the president of Prpst-Cora.” Joan and Alfred smiled, and said their how-do-you-dos. The hostess smiled, too. She’d heard | blasé how-do-you-dos in her time and she’d heard warm how-do-you-dos. These | were detinitely on the warm side. “Now Jean,” she said, “you tell Alfred all about movies and Alfred you tell Joan | all about soda pop and things—” The hostess then flitted happily away’ and, as she was to say a few years later, “I | never realized at the time that I'd played.) Of course, she | Td like you to: shook hands* a part in what has become my favorite § love story.” For Joan and Alfred it wasn’t exactly a love story from the very beginning. They liked each other very much—Joan liked | the way Alfred laughed at things, not the chi-chi things one laughs about in Holly- wood, but normal everyday downrighi funny things. Alfred liked the way Joan Harry Kurlitz, the playwright- screenwriter, was intrigued by such Hollywood-concocted names as Rock Hudson and Tab Hunter. He thought that the next one ought to be named with a view towards the public good—a name like Drive Safely... Leonard Lyons 3 in the New aa Post = ¥

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= yoked all the time: he liked her natural harm, her honest approach to everything. they respected each other very much— oan respected Alfred’s fantastically-wise usiness sense: Alfred respected Joan’s etermination to continue to improve her lready fantastically-successful career, oan being the only movie personality in he world who has been a star for thirty- ne years. But after about five years of seeing one nother on and off and recalling on and off hat they liked and respected one another, omething very funny began to happen to oth of them. fred tells Joan They weren’t kids anymore, but Joan— he famous movie star and very sophisti- ated woman of the world—would find verself blushing a little when she’d happen o have a date with Alfred and someone vould come rushing up to them out of the lear blue and coo: “My, don’t you two ook like a pair of lovebirds!” And Alfred—the business tycoon and aan of sweeping decisions—would find imself stuttering a little when a buddy vould say to him, “Saw you and Joan at he theater last night. Holding her hand Yecause you didn’t want her ito get lost. 41?” . No, they weren’t kids anymore. As a- natter of fact, Alfred was in his early ifties, Joan in her late forties. But on the ight of May 9, 1955, Alfred decided to helve the stutter and do his part to put nm end to Joan’s blushing, and he made ike a very brusque high school boy, took lis girl’s hand and said: “You and I are getting married tonight!” “He didn’t ask me,” smiles Joan today, hinking back. “He just told me that we vere getting married and I said, ‘That's yonderful!’ and that was that.” A little while after he’d proposed to Joan and kissed her—with that special something that goes into a kiss between a man and the woman who is going to be his xride in a few hours, Alfred leaned back 2nd said, “My plane is here. Ill call the slot and co-pilot and we'll fly down to uas Vegas within the hour.” He picked up the phone so quickly he Jidn’t have a chance to see Joan’s face pale a little, to hear her ask softly—Fly?” Joan had never been in a plane before. She’d always been deathly afraid of them. She remained frozen for a moment now. “Fly?” she said again, a break in her whisper. And then she looked over at Al- rred, all excited on the phone trying to get 2 quick flight to Vegas, all excited to get married in a hurry. And slowly the color came back into her cheeks and she smiled and then she couldn’t help laughing as she called out—‘Sure welll fly!” She's never flown since _ “Its sometimes hard,” a friend of Joan’s has said, “to pin down an answer to the old Hollywood question: these two people getting married, do they really love one another? Well, let me tell you that I’ve known Joan a long time and she must have been doubly nuts about Alfred for him to get her to go on that plane that night. She’d never flown before. She’s never flown since. But that night she flew. And for me that’s the answer to how she felt et Alfred Steele when she married The wedding was performed at two o'clock the next morning. The honeymoon that followed was happy—but very short. Alfred had to fly back East for some very important business conferences and Joan had to get back to Hollywood for a picture she’d just begun to work on. ; So they kissed good-by one morning and on the wait—began to cry out that all was not well between Alfred and Joan, that wasn’t it a shame how the soda king had left his movie queen like that, that you could bet your life this one wouldn’t last six months. Wrote one columnist, Here was one of the most impetuous marriages in history. I won't be surprised if it ends just as im- | _ petuously. Wrote another: Joan Crawford, the new bride. came back to town yesterday—alone. It will be a shame if this marriage busts up before it’s even got a chance to get going. “Poor Joan,’ said some of the people | who knew her. “With two strong per- sonalities like theirs, it’s going to be one battle after another.” Their first battle These friends would have been very | amused if they could have witnessed the first battle Joan and Alfred were to have. Actually, it was a very one-sided affair and it took place a few weeks after the wedding, when Alfred hopped on the first | plane he could get and flew to Hollywood to be with Joan. He arrived in Los Angeles late in the afternoon and drove right out to the studio | where Joan was working. The director was | nice enough to yell “Cut!” so they could embrace for a few minutes. Joan had to get back to work. A couple of hours later, an exhausted Joan told Alfred she was through working for the day. dinner. PHOTO DEPT.: Don Ameche and Jean-Pierre Aumont were being photographed for an ad. The cam- eraman asked Mr. Aumont fo brush “that piece of lint from your lapel” . . . Aumont replied: "I beg your pardon—but that is the French Legion of Honor." Leonard Lyons in The New York Post Midway through the dinner opened the door and said, “We've got a very early call in the morning, You're staying here as usual tonight?” Joan had told Alfred once that while | filming a picture she often slept in her | dressing room during the week, that it helped ease the tremendous tensions in- volved in getting a picture made. Now Al- | fred looked at the man at the door, then he looked around the dressing room—a | tiny eight-by-ten job. Then he looked at | Joan, the wife he hadn’t been with in so | And before Alfred had a | many -weeks. chance to say anything Joan said, “We're both staying here tonight!” The man at the door, stunned, closed it and went away. “But darling,’ Joan said taking Alfred’s hand, “it’s going to be a little uncomfort- able.” “Now tell me,” Alfred said very imperi- ously, as if he were addressing an annual board meeting, “what do you sleep on around here anyway?” Joan got up and opened a closet door. 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Thrilling drama for Moderns! 20, MODERN ROMANCES TV SHOW weekdays on NBC-TV See your local paper for time and station MODERN ROMANCES Magazine now on sale everywhere She added, ““When I say early, I mean 4: 45!” Joan still breaks out into a roaring laugh when she recalls the expression on his face when he heard about reveille that next morning. And she'll never forget what happened when the alarm did go off. “I shook and shook him,” Joan says, “and told him that I’d have to get the mattresses off the floor before the others could even get into the room. ‘Please, darling,’ I said, ‘get up and go to the house. Please—before anybody gets here.’ Alfred finally opened his eyes and looked at me and shook his head. ‘Sweetheart,’ he said, ‘you make it seem as if we aren’t even married!’” The voices of doom began to relax their vocal chords somewhat after Alfred had been in town for a couple of days. And the reason for this was simple . . . They had to. Because in all the years Hollywood had known Joan Crawford, no one in town had ever seen her more radiantly happy. She was with Alfred every free moment she had. She spent hours during her days off with him and the children—‘who loved him at first sight.” She brought him to parties at night, proudly introducing him to those friends who hadn’t met him yet, to people she herself barely knew—“just because I was so proud of him.” And, best of all, she spent many hours alone with the man who had been her friend for five years and was her husband now and—just like it had happened in her movies, but not in her life—she grew more ang more in love with the man she’d mar- ried. By the time Alfred had to leave again on a business trip, the voices of doom—with one or two exceptions—had croaked them- selves hoarse, and speculation on whether or not this one would last was dropped. Modern Screen checks That was all two years ago. Very little has been written about Joan and Alfred since. Of course, there’ve been occasional rumors about discontent between the Steeles. Well, Moprern ScrREEN has done some re- cent checking on these rumors, talked to Joan and Alfred and friends of Joan’s and Alfred’s. And this is what we’ve learned: Said a woman friend of Joan’s in pub- licity at CoLumspr1a Pictures in Hollywood —“I was on an eight-week tour of the country recently with Joan, plugging one of her pictures. She’s the most incredible woman I’ve ever known. You know how these exploitation tours are—a holy mess. You're in a different city every day and you’re usually riding trains all night to arrive in Oshkosh or Butte at 7:30 the next morning. Well, Joan’s a real clickety- clacker for something like this, always smiling, always gracious, always looking just divine. And there’s me after about a week of this, dragging along behind her, wondering how long she can keep up the interviews, luncheons, dinners, presenta- tions, premiéres ... Well, anyway, for Joan it was clickety-clack and business and running around all day. But then sudden- ly, no matter what she was doing, every- thing would stop cold while Joan took off an hour to phone her children and her husband. She used to call Alfred at 5:30 every afternoon. One day, I remember, we were scheduled to catch a train at 5:28. The next train left at 11. I didn’t bother checking with Joan about which train we were going to end up taking. I knew she would call Alfred at 5:30 come hell or high water—and she did . .. Me? I went to sleep for a couple of hours!” Joan Steele—wife Said a Pepsi-CoLa executive who works in New York and is a close friend of the Steeles—“Pepst had a big company con- vention down in Miami a few months ago. Joan came down for it and stole the shew | —not as Joan Crawford, the movie star but as Joan Steele, wife. It was really <| pleasure to watch her go out of her way t:| mingle with everybody, old-timers like m:| and young fellows who’d only been witl| the company a year or so. And you shoulc’ have seen her the night Alfred had t| make his big speech. I was sitting next t | Joan while he talked and I’ve seen tens: and nervous and concerned wives—bu | this girl took the cake. And when he wa: finished, they smiled at each other in hap-, py relief and spent the rest of the evenin; sitting there proudly holding hands, as i’ he were the head of a plant in upper Wis consin and had just made a talk to thi! boys in lower Wisconsin and she were hi young wife who’d heard the speech aid couldn’t have been more pleased.” ' Said another friend in New York— “Here’s something Joan probably won’) know about till she reads this. I tell it t you because it shows the kind of guy Al fred is, how he loves not only Joan—bu her kids. It happened here in New Yor! a couple of weeks ago. Christina, Joan’ oldest daughter, was in town for wha’ amounted to her first big fling in the bi:’ city. Her mother bought her a new dress new everything, then arranged for the gir to have a date with a nice young felloy who works for one of the movie companie here. When the boy arrived that night he) Tina, Joan and Alfred sat around for while, talking and generally getting th night off to a good start. At one point h called the boy aside and, as quietly as pos sible, but typically straightforward, aske: the boy: ‘Do you have enough money fo tonight, son?’ The boy nodded quickly an: said yes, he had. ‘You’re sure?’ Alfre: asked him, concerned. Positive the bo said. I thought it marvelous that he wa! so concerned,” said the friend. "She has all the qualities” Said Alfred recently about his wife Joa —‘“She has all the qualities I’d ever hope to find in a woman. She has a great ca pacity for giving love. She takes prid in how she manages her affairs, in m friends, in hers. Right now she’s doing terrific job of remodeling a_ penthous! we've bought here in New York. Even to | strenuous chore such as this, Joan is giv ing all her genius for doing things, all he love—throwing everything she’s got into for the simple reason that this is going t be our home and that it has got to be jus’ right .. . You can add, for the record, the I love my beautiful wife very much, the to me she’s most beautiful when she wake up first thing in the morning, without an make-up, just with those eyes and wit) that smile.” Said Joan to us about Alfred: “T like t. be with him. I like to be with him as muc as possible. I like to be with Alfred be cause he makes me feel like I’ve never fe | before... “Tll confess that there is a time each da when I must be alone just to sit and thin} about the day—alone, in my dressing roon |} “During this period, the tensions withi/ me are relaxed and I’m content. And the} I go home to be with my husband—an | then, more than just content, I’m happ:} “T don’t like to brag but let’s face it, I'v} got me a wonderful man. For so man years what love there was in me, whi feminine qualities I possessed, were lyin asleep. What more can I say than that Al fred—a wonderful gentleman, a wonderfi/ father, a wonderful husband—has broug! } this love and this gee-it’s-great-to-be-< woman feeling back to my life. He mak« me feel so young!” EN Joan will soon be seen in Columbia} The Golden Virgin. .

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a e + zi how june broke dick’s heart (Continued from page 35) Dean Martin that she had so soon after she eloped with Dick. She could get away with that, be- cause after all, that’s just what she was, a school-girl, a kid, and all the kids had a erush on Dean then—it didn’t mean a thing. Everyone knew that, didn’t they? Dick knew it: he didn’t mind at all. He even let her leave with Gloria de Haven, who was absolutely her best friend, and traipse all the way to Philadelphia to catch the Martin-and-Lewis nightclub act after they left Hollywood. Didn’t that prove he didn’t mind? “Because of course,” June said to herself, her heart beating suddenly faster, “of course I wouldn’t have gone if Dick had said no—he knew that. And he met me at the train when we got back and hugged me, and that shut up the talk—and of course it was all nonsense. There was never anything between Dean and me—it was Dick I loved, Dick I married. There was nobody else—nobody... . “Oh, God,” June whispered, staring sud- denly down the long stretch of her eleven- year marriage that had come to an end a month before, “is that when it started? Is that what went wrong? Is that how— how the end began?” A sign of growing up No. No, it couldn’t have been. loved each other so much, then. They They A half-century has passed since Helen Hayes first trod the boards and began the rise which has made her without a peer, with the pos- sible exception of Miss Barrymore. Even those closest to royal fam- ilies recognize her legitimate rule, onstage or off. Once, in a beauty parlor, Helen sat under a hair dryer and wanted something to read. She called out: ‘Anyone got a- Harper's?” : A copy was placed in her hands. Helen Hayes looked up to thank the lady—the Duchess of Windsor, Leonard Lyons in The New York Post were living in the house in Brentwood, that pretty house, and they were hoping for children. Dick had a daughter by his first marriage to Joan Blondell: he loved being a father, he wanted more. And to June, it was such a wonderful thing to dream about a baby, a little doll of a baby to cuddle and love and play with—she could hardly wait. But as the years went by and no baby came, it didn’t pull them apart—it made them closer to share a trouble, to comfort each other. Once Richard even said, “In some ways I’m glad of this, June. You take this so—so maturely, so calmly. It’s a sign you're growing up, sweetheart.” Funny. At the time she hadnt liked his saying that. But now, lying in the hospital bed with her hands stretched out on the sheet be- fore her, hands that looked so thin that they seemed the knuckled hands of an old Woman instead of a girl, the words came back like a benediction, filled with gen- tleness and pride. “But I didn’t hear them that way then, Richard . . .” she thought. “Was that it?” A time to be dignified ; But they had been happy anyway. The day they drove back from the foundling ome with baby Pamela in their arms— that was almost eight years ago, and they vere so happy to have adopted her that it seemed they could never be happier. : en—then to come home to the news hat June’: upset stomach had turned out to be the first symptoms of the pregnancy they had prayed for—oh, it seemed like the world would explode with their hap- piness! Ricky was born, and Richard said to her, “Now you're a mother twice over, Junie. You'll have to start being dignified. . .” | And she remembered she was annoyed because there he was, talking like that again. But just because she was annoyed didn’t mean she didn’t love him! And then Dick got penicillin poisoning | on the way to Cuba. Oh, God, what a time that was. They took him to the hospital in an ambulance. June was making a pic- ture then—a musical. In the middle of a scene she heard herself saying not her line: “How wonderful everything is—how ’ beautiful the world can be,” but instead, | “Richard ... Richard .. . Richard.” And | then she was running off the lot, tears pushing their way down through the make-up, running to the hospital to be with him. What had the studio done?— fined her, suspended -her, lectured her? She couldn’t even remember. All she re- | membered was taking a room next to Richard’s and lying awake every night, | praying, “God, let him live. Please let him live. . .” until her weight went down to eighty-six. And when Richard finally did come home from the hospital, he had to put Junie to bed and nurse her! Too dreadful to remember That was in 1952. 1952. In the quiet hospital room, the sick woman shuddered. 1952—just thinking of that date made her want—her head moved restlessly from side to side—want | to die, to get it over with. But why? What had been so bad about 1952? Why was that one year too dreadful to remember? No, she wouldn’t think about it. Not now. Her eyes were closing. “Sleep,” the nurse had said. “Ill think about it tomorrow,” June told herself. “Now Ill go to sleep. . .” Out in the corridor, footsteps paused at her door. It must have been the fever— _ fever makes people able to hear acutely. For the doctor spoke softly, but June heard him say, “Well? Any better?” And the nurse reply, “No better. Worse. I can’t get her to eat. She hardly sleeps a wink. She just doesn’t seem to care.” And the doctor: “I wonder how many patients we lose to that—to the worst killer of them all .. . just not caring. Not wanting to live. But why her? All right, I know she split with her husband. But so what? She’s famous, lovely, she has her kids—she’s got everything in the world to live for.” And then a sigh. “Don’t disturb her now, nurse. I'll look in in an hour.” Everything to live for. “I’d laugh,” June thought bitterly, “except like they say, it hurts to laugh. Everything to live for...” Oh yes, she was famous. But Richard had chosen her scripts for eleven years. Rich- ard had decided on her hair-do, coached her in her lines, guided her career. She was famous when she met him, but he was the one who had kept her that way. Now— now she was on her own. And it didn’t feel good. And the kids—sure, she had them. She’d have a lifetime of bringing them up alone, of trying to put Pam’s world together again after shattering it, separating her from her | father. A lifetime of telling Ricky why he couldn’t bring his troubles and joys to his father every night like the other fellows | did, a lifetime of trying to keep him from feeling that he was the only man in a | houseful of women. Oh yes, she had the kids—but what did they have now? 1952. 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ments in June Allyson’s life, Richard’s Intentions: Honorable! @ There have been many glad-sad mo- but the most memorable of all, June said once, was when she met and married Dick Powell. Their first meeting took place on a movie set; Powell was the star in that one, while June merely had a small role. Then she got pneumonia. Dick phoned her, and casually said, “When you get well, Pll take you to dinner.” “I got over my pneumonia in two days flat,” June recalled. ““We had dinner— and I’ve been moony about the guy ever since! You know, I’d have married Rich- ard five minutes after I met him if I could!” After June and Richard’s eighth date— eighth, mind you—the blue-eyed blonde decided he’d had enough time already, so she up and asked, “What are your intentions?” Taken aback, Dick spluttered that his divorce from Joan Blondell wasn’t final yet. Besides, he bluntly informed her, he had no intention of marrying again! June wept. “We'd better not see each other any more,” she said. So Powell left her on her doorstep, and drove off in something of a huff. By the time he got home, he’d had a chance to cool off. He phoned to say good night, but Junie was too choked up to talk to him. That did it! He climbed into his car and rushed right back to her. “T met him at the door with a red nose and my eyes swollen,” June remembers, “and he demanded to know why I was crying. I told him it was because he didn’t love me.” “But I do love you,” he insisted. And then it happened. 2 Flinging herself into his arms, June cried, “And I love you, Tommy!” You see, before Powell popped into her life. June had been dating a boy named Tommy—tor fully four years. Credit Powell with a strong sense of humor. He married her anyway. “Know something?” June said once— not too long ago. “The only fight we’ve ever had was over furnishing our home. That was when we were first married. Richard let me have my way about the wallpaper in the hall, probably because he got tired of my talking about it so much. But he warned me that it would look terrible. Sure enough, after the men put it up, it did look terrible. And Rich- ard insisted on leaving it that way! Guess he wanted to make sure I’d listen to him next time! “And I sure love to listen to him,” she smiled, her eyes misty. “Especially when Is 90 he sings I Only Have Eyes For You!” of not looking her best, dark circles under her eyes, her neck thin above the Peter- Pan collars—that all the new women seemed to look so good by comparison? And so—so different? Marilyn Monroe. Jane Russell. This Italian woman everyone talked about, Gina Lolo-whatever-it-was. Women with big, sexy—features?—and masses of thick hair. Had there always been so many of them? “But it doesn’t matter to me,” she had thought then, looking down at her slender body, touching her soft hair. “I’m the sweet, innocent, young type.” But she looked in the mirror, and the face with the rings around the eyes and the tiniest of lines beginning around the mouth—was that face so young after all? Could it still look like eighteen? Was it possible that it looked more like—thirty? “No!” she cried, panic-stricken. “No. It can’t be. I won’t let it!” She bought new make-up, discarded her pink lipsticks for fuchsia and cherry-red. She bought a gown—if it had a Peter Pan collar, the collar would have had to be pinned on her neck—because the gown began far, far be- low that. “Richard, take me out. Take me to a night club. Let’s go dancing!” “Aw, honey,” Richard said. “I had a lousy day—we did one crummy scene fourteen times. Let’s stay home.” And she thought, “I don’t excite him anymore. He isn’t proud of me. He doesn’t want to show me off. Maybe he’s ashamed of me now.” She thought, “TI’ll show him. I'll be pret- tier than I ever was. I'll show him I’m not old and worn out, not by a long shot. I'll show him. Didn't he see at all? They went to a party. She danced with every man in the room. She laughed and chattered, and they laughed with her, lov- ing her gaiety. Her head whirled. Richard gave her odd, puzzled looks all evening. She pretended she didn’t see. Her feet flew. “I haven’t felt this way,” she thought, “since before I was married!” In the car on the way home, she waited for him to say something. He said only, “Junie, you shouldn’t be knocking your- self out like this. You know you're sup- posed to take it easy for quite a while yet.” Was that all? Didn’t he care? Didn’t he see at all? They moved. It was Dick’s idea to buy the thirty-acre wilderness on top of Man- deville Canyon, live in that great big house instead of their nice Brentwood home. June threw herself into redecorating— Dick footed the bills for her Christmas present. Had he liked what she did with the place? The glamour that gilded every room? “I can’t find a chair to sit down in,” he complained, but of course he was only joking. It was a perfect house—a house to go with a new June Allyson, gayer than ever. But Dick didn’t seem to like her gaiety, her parties. He spent more and more time flying his airplane, all alone up in the clouds. June couldn’t bring herself to complain. He’d given up his beloved yacht just because she was a bad sailor and couldn’t like it no matter how hard she tried. But the plane wasn’t any better as far as she was concerned—Dick never even asked her to go up with him. She gave more parties. The awful thing with Sue and Alan Ladd And at all those parties, there were men. Dozens of admiring men, who clustered around her no matter how many big- busted beauties lined the walls. “See!” Junie wanted to shout, “I’m still attractive. I’m still popular. See, Dick?” But Dick didn’t see. He wrapped her up warmly when they went out, brought her home when she got tired. Even when she flirted so outrageously that it made her gasp with a little schock at herself, he said nothing. And she thought he didn’t care. 1952 passed. 1953 came and went and then—and then came that awful, awful thing with Sue and Alan Ladd. Even now, years later, it made her cringe to think of it. And nothing had happened. Nothing at all between her and Alan. But they were making a picture together and of course they were friendly—and maybe, maybe she hardly knew how to be friendly any more, without sort of testing, just a little, to see if she was still June Allyson, dar- ling June Allyson, whom no man could resist. But that was all. Even if no one believed her, that was all. All—until the day Sue Ladd strode up to her on the set and said, “June, I want a word with you!” And the next day, Sue left Alan. She had thought she would die then. Die of sheer shame. All the papers talking about it, all the columnists who had been her friends, saying such awful things. Everyone talking. Everyone—but Dick. Dick said casually, “Let’s you and me go skiing, June. The whispers regarding Lemmon “Don’t be so darned understanding,” she wanted to cry. “Yell at me. Hit me. Tell me to behave myself!” But Dick never did. Not then, not all during the filming of You Can't Run Away From It, when she and Jack Lemmon were together all the time, even though Dick himself was di- recting them in the movie! Other people whispered—she knew that. One of the columnists came out and said she’d di- vorce Dick and marry Jack when his di- vorce came through. Imagine—marry Jack after being married to Dick. Why Jack was a sweetie—but he was a baby com- pared to Dick. Marry Jack indeed! But in a queer way, it was good to see her name in the columns again, no mat- ter what they said. A TV producer insists that audi- ences prefer happy endings to stories. He'll do no plays that end in a sad downbeat. He hired a writer to do an adaptation of Gone With The Wind . . . The writer tried to avoid any tragic note in the big scenes. ‘In my ver- sion of Gone With The Wind," he insisted, ‘anyone who lived in At- lanta had fire insurance.” Leonard Lyons in The New York Post But no marriage could stand up under this. If Dick never talked about her flirta- tions—well, he hardly ever talked to her at all any more, unless it was something about the kids. And even then they fought. They fought over where to send Pam to school. They fought over what to buy Ricky for his birthday. They fought over | Dick’s daughter Ellen living with them, over June’s brother living with them. Why, she didn’t know. She loved Ellen, and Dick liked her brother and nothing, no school, no gift, was as important to their two children as their parents’ together- ness—and they knew it. Yet they fought. They couldn’t reach each other any more, they were angry strangers, living in the same house. And then, Europe. “Was that only last summer? How long ago it seems,” June thought, staring into the dark. “And now spring is coming again. . .” They had wanted to go to Europe for | so long. Neither had ever been there and it was a dream of their earliest years to- gether. But every year after year some- thing would keep coming up: a picture » for June, a tv series for Dick, something _ about the kids—they never “went. Last

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‘summer they woke up to find themselves free, able to go. June would make a film in Munich. “How wonderful,” they both said. “How wonderful!” But inside June couldn’t seem to work up much enthu- siasm, no matter how much she gushed about it to others. Maybe it was waiting so long that took the thrill away she thought, and the truth was that her heart was dead. The dream was something left over from another life. And in Europe, it was so bad that Dick left her in Munich to finish up Interlude with Rossano Brazzi and took off with Edgar Bergen on the grande tour that they, June and Dick, were supposed to have done together. Then he went home to Mandeville Canyon, leaving June io follow with the kids whenever she liked. They even talked to their business man- agers about community property and Cali- fornia divorces. She had never been so scared in her life. And then the pieture was over, and she couldnt stay any longer. She had to go home, to talk to Richard, to try again. She rushed the kids through their pack- ing, scrounged plane reservations. “Where’s your pride?” she asked herself. And an- swered, “Wherever it is, I don’t want it.” The nightmare was really over She flew home to Richard. The separa- tion had been as hard on him as on her. He welcomed her with joy. For a week— for two weeks—for a month she hardly dared think, for fear of shattering this happiness, this song in her heart. They There is a scene in High Society showing Grace Kelly, on the eve of her wedding, studying her en- gagement ring and rubbing it glee- fully against her dress. The ring was not a movie prop, nor was it borrowed from a Hollywood jewel- er. It was her own 12-karat dia- mond ring, the engagement gift from Prince Rainier. Leonard Lyons in The New York Post were together again, she and Richard. The nightmare was over. And then the trouble started on her pictures. She came home exhausted, and Richard wasn’t there—he was making a telefilm. She was annoyed by the time he got home. “Honestly, Richard. You’re a movie di- rector now; you work all day—do you have to work all night, too?” “June, you know I signed for this series ~ months ago. Don’t hound me.” _ She cried all night. When they got up in the morning they might have laughed at the sight of the two of them, bleary- eyed and worn. But it wasn’t funny. “But I never wanted it to end,” she thought, rubbing her face over the pillow, trying to find a cool place. “Even after I left. I called. Oh, I called him fourteen times from Palm Springs before I got sick. I didn’t have anything to say, even. I just Wanted to hear his voice, know he’s all right. I would have told him if he’d asked me. Id have said, ‘I love you, Dick. I al- ways loved you.’ But he didn’t ask. And I didn’t even know what went wrong. And now I know. All of a sudden it is so clear. He was waiting for me to grow up—wait- ing for me not to need him to tell me right | from wrong any more, waiting for me to- ge the right thing by myself. But I didn’t. I did it all wrong, because I didn’t know! _ And now,” she thought, “now, unless Tm delirious and ’'m making all this up— ’I know. When there’s nothing to do ut it, because there’s nothing left for nd me after all of this. I've killed ee Se and it as surely as I'm going to die, because the doctor’s right—I’m going to lose out, to just not caring. To having nowhere to go and*no one to love and no one I could make happy. Now I know, and it’s wasted. And despite the doctor’s warning and the nurse’s warning, the tears came again. Do you believe in miracles? It doesn’t matter. Coincidences happen. The most |JJ unlikely things occur every day. Maybe this was only one of them—the sort of thing that would happen to anyone. But when June Allyson tells it, it sounds some- | how like a miracle. For the door to her room opened, and through wet and tired eyes, through the transparent oxygen tent enclosing her bed, in the narrow shaft of light falling into the | room from the hall—she saw Richard. “I took it all away" “June?” said Dick, peering into the dark. “June, I came to see how you were. It isn’t visiting hours; I don’t know why | they let me in. Are you—” " “Leave me alone,” she wept. “I took it all away from you, can’t you see that? Your—your yacht and—Ellen—and your | peace and qu-quiet—and I made you look | —s-silly in front of people—and now the | children—I’m taking them too—because I didn’t know anything—your home and what—what did I leave you with—noth- | ing—not a thing t-to be with—” Richard stood in the doorway, listening. | When she was done he stepped into the room, walked to the window, pulled at the blinds. They opened and he stood with his back to June, staring down at the flicker- ing lights, at the people, the city below. Then he said slowly, “You're righi, Junie. You did—you have taken—a good deal. But not quite all. One thing you leit.” He took a deep breath. “I love you. “You never touched that. Nothing you | did or said or ever could think of could | take that away. Because I dont love you for your youth and your beauty. I just love you. For what it’s worth, it’s still there. | And I want you—to come back to me.” Two lovers back to each other There was no sound from the woman on the bed. No sound for a long time and then a whisper, almost too faint to hear, - but carrying in itself all the love and joy | of the world. “Oh, Richard. Oh, Richard .. .” The man at the window Sanved! his head. | But only for a moment. Then suddenly the head was up, the voice was firm and | clear. “And now that that’s settled,” said | Dick Powell, “when am I going to take | you home?” “Tomorrow.” June said. “Tonight. This minute. Oh, Richard, I have so much to tell you. You can’t imagine all I have to | tell you. All the things I—” “When you're well,” he said firmly. “Not now. When the doctor says you're well.” “Oh, that.’ June said. One pale hand tose from the covers, waved briefly in the air, dismissing forever sickness and_doc- tors. “Ill be fine by—by day after tomor- row, anyway. Richard, I know what went wrong. That’s the difference now.see? That’s why this time it’s going to work, you and me being together. That's why we can try again, because this time I know... .” Outside the hospital, the world moved in its accustomed ways. Cars sped through the streets, voices spoke, people hurried to those whom they loved. Inside the hos- pital, though, a miracle had taken place. | A simple, quiet, unimportant miracle, that would, when all is said and done, serve | only to give two lovers back to each other again.... END June will soon be seen in U-I’s Interlude My Man Godfrey. Ke wae ee 8 FREE Charm Booklet New 16 page charm booklet full of wonderful ideas on beauty care and personality. 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of sisters should help each other (Continued from page 52) went to bed with her regularly. It became tattered and worn, but Lisa loved it just the same. Debra’s unhappiness came when, in the middle of the night, she found the thing tucked under her own chin. There were also the nights when the doll could not be found at bedtime, and Lisa refused to go to bed until it was dredged up from somewhere and de- posited in the bed. Like we said, it was the sole fly in the ointment between them, this dependence of Lisa’s. Lisa’s day was coming, however. In her early teens she became more outgoing and independent, and developed a talent as a comedienne. And Debra suddenly became the shy one! But the switch didn’t affect their fond- ness for each other. Maybe because they couldn’t even get mad at each other’s borrowing—they seldom borrowed each other’s clothes. Simply because the dresses wouldn’t fit. If there was any borrowing, it was done by Lisa, who sometimes split a few seams. Debra didn’t complain; Mom was the only one who had a fit. No “I told you so” The seam-splitting was due to Lisa’s tendency to gain weight, for which she was almost always dieting—and should have been when she wasn’t! Free of the weight problem herself, Debra ate anything and everything she could get her hands on— while Lisa groaned as she watched Debra gorging on candy and cake and loads of butter on the mashed potatoes and bread! “How can I stay on a diet with you around?” Lisa used to say, snitching a spoonful of ice cream. “The answer is, you can’t stay on a diet,” said Debra very pityingly. “Now, if I had to diet, I could stick with it.” And there’s proof that their relationship is a happy one: now that actress Debra must watch her calories, Lisa doesn’t even say I told you so! Their main interest been their careers. But once again, a big fat difference came up between them. Lisa seemed every bit as serious about her career as Debra... until Lisa began dating. Debra kept her nose to the grind- stone of her career. When boys showed interest in dating her, Debra merely waved them to her sister—a gift which Lisa happily accepted. Anybody could see which way the wind was blowing, and two years ago Lisa was married. Her husband’s name is Ben Ware, and the family—gleefully referring to him as B-Ware—accepted him into the bosom of the clan. Briefly, for the first time in her life, Lisa didn’t know Debra existed. She and Ben decided to be married in four days, rented an apartment—and that done, Lisa sat at home and stared dreamily into space. Debra was working every day in The Ten Commandments, but Lisa couldn’t do anything but dream on. So Debra squeezed time out for shopping for her kid sister—she bought Lisa’s trousseau, arranged for the wedding at home, fur- in common has nished the apartment as a surprise gift to Lisa. It wasn’t hard keeping it as a | surprise, either. Lisa was so wrapped up | in daydreams that she never visited the | apartment, not once, after the lease was signed. Furniture was bought, wall-to-wall | carpet installed, pictures hung on walls, the new refrigerator stocked with food, | one hundred guests invited to the wedding 1 —and Lisa went through the ceremony on a pink cloud, totally unaware that the rest of the family was near collapse. Particu- larly Debra, who just barely managed to stay right side up as bridesmaid. Sisters—under the skin The Wares still live in the apartment, a brief ten minutes from Debra’s big house. And now that Lisa has had a little time to learn how to keep in touch with this earth while living on that cloud, it’s as though Lisa never left home. She’s working steadily in television and spends a great deal of time talking shop | in the family home—where just about | everyone is involved in show business. But Lisa and Debra still go off together. No one knows what they talk about par- ticularly. There’s just one thing the family knows for sure—the two girls are, as al- ways, helping each other. They've grown up together; they look and think alike. But even more than that, they’re sisters under their skins. END Debra’s currently in Paramount’s The Ten Commandments and 20th Century- Fox’s The River’s Edge. Watch for her soon in Paramount's Omar Khayyam. —————-,-O OO eee hugh o’brian’s lost love (Continued from page 61) the desk next to mine. She was very pretty, the prettiest girl I'd ever seen. I remember how the first time I saw her I just enjoyed look- ing at her and how a couple of days later, after we got over our first shyness, we began talking to each other. It’s fan- tastic, but for the next ten years we were together all the time, practically every hour of practically every day. “Mary lived only a few blocks from me and every morning I used to call for her on her porch and we’d go to school to- gether. Then, at lunchtime, we’d always eat together—if we went to Mary’s house her mother would usually make bacon and peanut butter sandwiches, which we used to gobble up, Mary two and me three. Or we’d eat together at my house. My mother usually had a stew for us or spaghetti, and Mary always used to say, ‘Mrs. O’ Brian, when I get big, will you teach me how to make this for Hughie?’ “After lunch, Mary and I would go back to school and you’d probably figure that at three o’clock, for a few hours at least, Mary would go her way and I would go mine. But no, Mary would come with me, wherever I wanted to go. If I went to play baseball or football or anything, Mary would always tag along with me. Some of the other kids didn’t think very much of this, but it always made me feel nice to know that she was there, just watch- -Ing me, just with me. The talks rubbed off “At night, after supper, we’d get to- gether and do our homework. Then, if we were at Mary’s house, we’d sit and listen to the radio. Or if we were at my house, we'd listen to my mother talk about Life. My mother had a feeling about living—I learned it from her, and follow 92 it to this day—I enjoyed yesterday...I thing inside me seemed to have died, too.” love today...I look forward to tomorrow. “Or she’d talk about the theater and movies and acting. She thought it was very glamorous and a lot of fun and she would tell us how she wanted to be an actress when she was a young girl, and she’d always add, ‘And maybe, Hughie, you'll want to be an actor some day?’ The thought of being an actor seemed so silly, then. But I guess some of that talk rubbed off on me those nights I used to sit there with Mary listening, all wide-eyed, to my mom. ‘Wouldn’t that be nice,’ Mary would say to me as I walked her home, ‘if someday you did become an actor and I was your wife and we went to the movies every night and just sat looking at you!’ When did they fall in love? “I don’t know just when, during all those years, Mary and I fell in love—or just how. But we did come to love each other. And now, looking back on it, I can’t help feeling that no matter how young we were, how unknowing we were, it was as strong a love as two people could ever know. “Mary wasn’t happy when I had to leave to go into the Marines. I wasn’t happy about leaving her, either. But there was a war on, I was eighteen, my dad was a Marine captain—and I’d always wanted to be a Marine, too, for a while, at least. We loved each other, I told her, and it was a cinch the war had to be over some day and then we'd get married and everything would turn out okay. We'd live happily ever after—forever ... Mary and Hughie... “Well, everything didn’t turn out okay. Mary got sick soon after. Forgive me if I don’t make public the details of her illness. And then, she died. It’s hard to tell you exactly how I felt when I realized that she was dead. I guess that some- times, even now, it’s hard for me to feel that she really isn’t here any more... “Anyway, Mary was dead and every- After the funeral, Hugh returned to his Marine base in California. He was promoted to drill instructor— the youngest in Marine history. He was lucky: hour after hour, in this tough new job, he was out on the dusty marching field growling out orders to hundreds of green Leathernecks, yelling for perfec- tion, hup-hup-hupping his lungs out from dawn to dark .. . sweating out some of! his sorrow; so dog-tired at the end of the day that he’d be in his sack by ten and! fall right to sleep. And forget about Mary, ' for a little while at least. Except for dreaming about her. But in the dreams she was always alive and laughing, so that was all right. That year was a bleak one for Hugh. Especially the Sundays, when his buddies - would go out on passes or their girls would come visit them on the base. Hugh | rarely left the base on these days. Twice: a good friend of his had his girl bring along another girl—just to sort of casually “introduce to Hugh and maybe get him to’ smile and talk a little. But both times Hugh simply shook hands with -the girls: and then made some kind of excuse about having to go somewhere and do some- thing and he’d take off for his barracks, to sit for hours and write a letter to his mother. Or maybe pick up a book—usu- ally something on law. He’d always figured he’d eventually wind up being a lawyer. And then he’d just fall back on his sack and wait for the chow bugle,’ then a movie, then back to his sack and’ to sleep again. A date with Virginia Mayo It was at about the end of that first year after Mary’s death when one of his bud- dies, who thought it was high time his pal snapped out of it—got an idea. It was going to take what some might call, psy- chology, his buddy figured, but it was sure going to be worth the try. — 5 “You want a date, O’Brian?” he ed |

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fugh after drill one day, knowing just what the answer was going io be. “No. Thanks,” Hugh said. “Aw, come to think of it, you probably ouldn’t get this one anyway. It’s with me of those big, beau-ti-ful movie stars.” “T said I don’t want a date, period.” “And I said you probably couldn’t get his one anyway!” ; Ti worked. After about half an hour of ake taunting, Hugh got his Midwestern lander up and the next morning he was fanding stiff at attention in front of his colonel asking for a 72-hour pass. “What do you want it for?” the colonel Tunted. “Well, Sir,” said Hugh, “there’s a radio how up in Los Angeles Id like to go on. #’s called Blind Date.” ; “Blind Date?” asked the colonel, squint- ng his eyes a litile bit. “Well, Sir, some of the boys were kidding ne about... .” Hugh started to say. The colonel, who'd been studying Hugh’s ‘ecord and noticed that this was the first special pass he'd ever asked for, in- errupted him. “You can go, O'Brian,” he said. “But,” he added, “don’t bother to “ome back here if you don’t win!” Hugh went up to Los Angeles and met 90th his friends’ and his colonel’s chal- enge. He won. His prize was a date with Virginia Mayo. Hugh had a lot of fun that night, the irst fun he’d had in a long, long time. They went out to dinner, then dancing— and Virginia didn’t mind at all when she ‘elt his arm tightening around her in that Jayne Mansfield says, "My mother always urged me to ‘amount to something,’ and my father had ¢er- rifie drive. But their drive was nothing like mine ... mine is a built-in drive to success. “If you don't have it, physically, it doesn’t matter. What counts is stick-to-itiveness, drive. I#'s 20% talent... and 80% determination." Paul Dents tender way that always meant a boy was dreaming he held someone else in his arms. Then they went somewhere for a nightcap. As they said good night, Virginia invited him to come visit her on the set the next morning. She was making a movie with Danny Kaye. “You'll really have a ball,” she urged, waiting for an answer, remembering the once or twice during the evening Hugh had let some- thing slip about a girl he’d had. Hugh refused the invitation at first. But Virginia insisted. “You don’t want to be the only man in the world who’d turn down a chance to meet a whole flock of Goldwyn Girls, do you?” she asked. “Well...” Hugh said, giving it some serious thought. “. .. No.” “Then,” said Virginia, pausing to give the big Marine a kiss on the cheek, “Tl see you at the studio tomorrow morning.” Hugh falls in love Hugh O’Brian fell in love that next day. Not with any of the gorgeous Goldwyn Girls—and Virginia made sure he got to meet them all. Not with any girl, as a matter of fact—Mary was all the girl he’d ever want. But, in one fell swoop, he fell in love with that thing his mother had been talking about all these years—the excitement of Hollywood, the lights, the tremendous cameras, the fuss and tension and camaraderie. The tremendous thought of maybe someday becoming an actor. The memory of those few hours on Virginia’s set remained with Hugh all 1e way back to the base that afternoon, during the remainder of his hitch in the Marines—while he ate, drilled, dreamed. When he left the Corps—in 1947—he didn’t know exactly what to do. Do you want to be a practical young man? one part of his conscience would ask him, and become the lawyer you originally wanted to become? Or. the other half of his con- science would ask, do you want to struggle a little bit and become an actor? The first half of Hugh’s conscience won out—for a while. Maybe because so much of that dream had been lived with Mary. He applied for entrance to the law school at YALE. He felt pretty good about his choice, right up until he got a letter telling him that he’d been accepted. He read the letter over a couple of times. Security, the first half of his conscience smiled at him. Arent you glad? Hugh shook his head, very emphatic- ally. No! he thought, out loud. Then he reached for a phone and called Jack Holland, a friend who ran a small theater group in Hollywood known as THE STAGE- LIGHTERS. “Can I come out and try for a part in one of your plays?” asked the young man who'd never had any experience. 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lonely—but a fellow can get pretty hungry just sitting around like that for hours. “Well, the girls took good care of this. Somehow they would hoodwink their dates at Crro’s and Romanorr’s and Mocamso into getting them an extra steak for their ‘dog’ or a slab of roast beef for a ‘poor roommate who’s sick tonight, poor thing, and didn’t- even have the strength to go down to supper’—I’ll never forget the cute little blonde from Tennessee who would always finagle an apple pie ‘for my blood condition’ ‘from whichever guy she went out with—and what a feast we fellows would have when the girls got back, called out good-by to the departing Cadillacs and Jaguars and came rushing up to our rooms with whatever they’d managed to get their hands on, shouting, ‘Come on, boys ... it’s indigestion time!’ ” it hurt bad as it was happening Hugh was still living at THe House Or THE SEVEN GarBos a year later when he got what looked like his big break. A talent scout had seen him in a play at THE STAGELIGHTERS on a Saturday night and phoned him Monday morning, first thing. The scout told him that a big producer at a big studio needed a tall, young type for an important role and that he’d just arranged for Hugh to meet the producer on Wednesday morning. ““This is it, I told myself,” Hugh says now. Or maybe he was telling Mary—for- getting that it wasn’t both of them any- more that he was dreaming and working and planning for. Only—it was, always. Because the dreams were just work if there wasn’t Mary. “This was the big chance I’d been waiting for. I went to the producer’s office, all right. And I was out of his office a couple of minutes later, minus any big break and any part in any picture. Looking back, I’m glad it hap- pened that way. I’m glad now that the next twenty-five interviews, too, went ex- actly that way. After all, I needed ex- perience and experience takes time, lots of time. Yep, ’m glad now—but it sure hurt bad when it was happening.” It took more than another year before Hugh really began to hit it right. He was selling hosiery as a sideline by this time— “Having given up as a gardening and garbage tycoon,” he says—and, wisely, he made a point of calling on producers’ and agents’ secretaries a couple of times a month and asking them (1) did they need any stockings, and (2) did their bosses need any fresh talent? “You're in the movies now" One day the secretary to agent Milo Frank greeted him with a big smile. “Park the valise, Hugh,’ she said, “straighten your tie and come with me.” She took his hand and led him into Mr. Frank’s office. “This is the young man I was telling you about,” she said to her boss. ; Frank nodded. “Can he act?” he asked his secretary. Hugh answered for himself. “Yes, Sir,” he said. “We'll see,” Frank said. That evening the agent watched Hugh in a play and two days later, Hugh was screen-tested for the Ida Lupino movie, Young Lovers. Three days later, he got-a eall from Frank’s secretary. ‘““You’ve sold your last pair of nylons, Hugh,” she said happily. “You’re in the movies now!” After Young Lovers was finished, Hugh went back to Winnetka to spend Christ- mas with his folks. His thrilled mother met him at the railroad station, bursting with pride. “You’ve made good in Holly- wood,’ she whispered, over and over again, hugging him, kissing him. “Well, you can’t say I made good yet...” 94 Hugh tried to say. ” But Mrs. O’Brian would have none of this. “You’ve made good,” she said, “and you’ve made today the happiest day in my whole long life.” At Christmas dinner that evening there was lots of good food and talk, and even a little laughter when Hugh could blot from his memory the little girl, the grown woman, who had sat at this table with him so often during the years they had had each other. The few happy hours And immediately after dinner, Hugh handed his mother a gift. “This is for you and Dad,” he said as he handed her a large, red-ribboned envelope. “I guess I should wait till midnight, like we always do... but I’m kind of excited and Id like you to open it now.” His mother wept, just like that and right there at the table, when she saw what the present was—two round-trip tickets to Hollywood and two special pre- view tickets for Hugh’s first picture on the night after they got there. “Hughie... .” She cried; she took his hand. She couldn’t say anything more. It should be three, Hugh thought, and he could feel the tears that wanted to fall. Oh Mary, it should be three tickets! “Well, Mom,” Hugh said, smiling, “you’re the one who prayed me into becoming an actor. So I guess you should be the first one to have to see me in a movie.” Mrs. O’Brian nodded. Then, suddenly, she got up from the table, walked into the adjoining living room and placed the en- When Friendly Persuasion was being made Gary Cooper and Dorothy McGuire in one scene were to melt into each other's arms. Director Wyler watched them clinch, then called "Cut." He said to Cooper: "Don't you think you're . holding Dorothy in your arms just a little too long?" ... "Well, gosh, Willie," Cooper replied, "I don't smoke or drink.” Leonard Lyons in the New York Post velope on the big Christmas tree at the far end of the room. “No sense getting all these tickets blurred with my tears,” she called out. “The usher at that theater in Hollywood’s liable not to let us in if he can’t read what it says.” “The next few hours were very happy,” Hugh remembers. “We opened the rest of our presents at midnight and we sat around and talked some more and we sang a little—carols and songs we used to sing when I was a boy. And then it was time to go to bed. I shook hands with my father and brother, kissed my mother and we all went to our rooms. A shocking sudden quiet “The house was very quiet the next morning when I woke up, much quieter ‘than I ever remembered it being. I got dressed and went downstairs for break- fast. My father was in the kitchen along with a few of our neighbors. They were just sitting there. None of them was saying anything. Then one of them came over to me and asked me if I wanted a cup of coffee, like he was saying, Hughie, I could ery for you. ‘What’s wrong?’ I asked. He couldn’t answer. Then a neighbor woman came over and told me, as gently as she could, that Mom had died in her sleep sometime during the night. Just like that, Mom was gone.” When Hugh got back to Hollywood after the funeral, his determination to make good, really make good, was stronger ‘ Ss a ee | | than ever. “I know,” he says, “that th’) Good Lord gave my mom a choice seat uy) there so that she could watch me dow: here—and I wanted her to be proud of me as proud as she had been that Christma | Eve. I wasn’t going to let her down.” It was a tough fight for the next nin) years ... with too many hours of solitude hours spent remembering two tickets tha. should have been three, that—shockingl: sudden—need not even have been two “Someone named Wyatt Earp” Hugh got parts, nice parts. in picture} now and then, and everybody thought h was a fine young actor and all that. Bu: somehow that lucky firecracker that ex | plodes under one-in-a-thousand actors ii Hollywood and sends them zooming + fame wasn’t having any truck with Hug! O’Brian. That is, not until the day not to long ago when a friend called Hugh an: asked him if he wanted to try out for half-hour television series about someon:| named Wyatt Earp. . “About who?” Hugh asked. “Wyatt Earp,” came the answer. “Th Wild West marshal . . . one of the greates law officers of all time.” “Wyatt Earp,” Hugh mumbled. “Veah.” “Sure I'll try,” said Hugh. The success of his try was, as everyon: now knows, phenomenal. The pilot Aln’ which Hugh made rang up the quickes| sponsor sale in Tv history and, soon afte: Wyatt Earp became one of the most popu lar shows in the country. Wrote one TV critic: Here at last is a Actor playing a Western hero. Said anothe | critic: The kids love him. The ladies ador him. And I've never heard a man-critte say a@ word against him . . . Here’s on guy who’s really going places. And how does Hugh O’Brian feel—no. that he’s really going places? About his career, he'll tell you, “It feel great, of course. A lot of hard work wer into it, goes into it, will continue to g, into my becoming the kind of actor I war to become.” He's found the girl About life in general, Hugh will tell you “Td like, very sincerely, to get marriec I’m a little over thirty now; I’ve got good job; I’ve got a lot to be than for. But there’s something missing, an that’s somebody to share my life with- and my good fortune,’ he adds, with laugh that’s so rare from Hugh. “Just between us, I think maybe I'v found the girl. I don’t feel I should tell yo her name right now. I don’t think it’s rigl to say anything specific about her now. | “But Pll tell you this. She’s a girl wh} is sweet, and gentle, and understandins and who makes me feel like a man. Nc) just like another human being who hap pens to be hanging around—but a man. | “And she’s a companion to me. Mayb| it sounds silly and unromantic to use th word companion, but to me there’s n more beautiful word in the English lan guage. It means she’s interested in th! same things I’m interested in, shares th things I love—she’s a companion. - That really something to build a life on! “Yep, I think I’ve found the right girl. It going to take a little more time for both c/| us to be sure. But I think we may be mak} ing a nice announcement very soon. If w) do, I know it’ll make me very happy.” And as he talks about his new girl an} their possible marriage, you can’t he!| but get the feeling that Hugh’s mom an} his Mary...watching from up there. will be made very happy, too. - EN Hugh can currently be seen in the Uv; eae film The Brass Legend.

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& stdie’s tearing down walls (Continued from page 46) or so, he got pack to the job. He chopped at the wall for another fifteen minutes. Then he faced the awful truth: behind the paneling was a brick wall—part of the freplace. To put in the 1v set where he had planned would mean tearing down the chimney as well! y “Well, well find another place,” he laughed when he put down his tools. “Not till after the paneling is put back Debbie said. So he put back the paneling. His idea didn’t work out so well, but the point is that for the first time in his life, Eddie had taken an interest—and gotten a charge—out of things that had nothing to do with his career. Like fixing up his home. Then there was that day I walked into their living room and Eddie didn’t even hear me, he was so wrapped up in the book he was reading! Must be a murder mystery, I figured, and he’s at the final clue. But it was a Home And Garden magazine Eddie was reading! He and Debbie have just about every available publication on decorating, and discuss decorating plans by the hour. Of course, at this stage it’s impossible to tell how much effect his reading has had on him. So far, except for their bedroom and kitchen furniture, the house has only one other piece—a great big leather chair! Debbie gave it to him as a surprise for their anniversary. When I asked Eddie why they didn’t simply hire an interior decora- tor, he looked at me like I had just lost my mind. “That isn’t the way to have a home,” he said, “you’ve got to make it yours!” And—slowly!—he’s doing just that. Debbie teaches Eddie And that interest in a home is just one of many changes that have come over Ed- die since he and Debbie have been mar- ried—since Debbie taught him what’s really important as far as living goes... Maybe it doesn’t seem like much, but you see I remember when we were kids, even then, Eddie’s one ambition was to become a singer and I’ve never seen any- one sacrifice more than he did to get what he wanted. And he’d never take time off 1? to have fun—just have fun like other kids. When other kids played baseball, went to the movies, yakked over an ice cream soda or—later—went out on dates, Eddie sang, studied music, or played the piano. Nothing else mattered. I remember one afternoon when we vis- ited our sister Miriam in Philadelphia just before Eddie went into the army. “Tet me hold the baby,” he begged after she took him into the nursery. _ Miriam looked a little worried. you'd like to hold him?” “Of course I would.” And he picked him up like he was a doctor instead of a kid in his teens. “Some day,” said Miriam, “you'll make a wonderful father .. .” “Some day I hope I will,” Eddie agreed, ‘like maybe when I’m thirty Then maybe I'll take the time to think about something besides singing.” He meant it. “Sure His way of thinking has changed Eddie had no intention of getting mar- ried till he was in his late twenties or thirties—and usually when he doesn’t want to do something, he doesn’t! So who could picture him going steady, getting married. Except that, like I said, Eddie’s way of thinking changed a couple of years back, when Debbie came into the picture... I was at their house the evening he and Debbie came back from Acapulco, on their first real vacation since they got married. It was close to eight when they pulled up in front of the driveway. Eddie jumped out of the car, rushed inside, and hardly noticed me as he raced past me and up the stairs. The nurse hurried out of her room excitedly. “What’s wrong?” she cried out. “Nothing’s wrong, just wake up Carrie and tell her her daddy’s home .. .” “But Mr. Fisher . . .” By the time she had finished her objec- tions, he was already holding his daugh- ter in his arms and making faces at her. You could hear Carrie gurgle clear at the other end of the house. And the presents he brings her! 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room! their stock from the store to Carrie’s play- Like that toy elephant that was so large he couldn’t get it inside till he had taken the front door off the hinges! Of course he’s a typical father in other ways, too ...I don’t think he’s fed Carrie . more than twice or changed her more than once. “That’s woman’s work,” Eddie in- sists as he hands her to Debbie. All I can say is, Eddie is very lucky to have married such an understanding girl! A different kind of fun Then there are the little changes, that may not seem—or really be—very impor- tant. Eddie has become more conservative. He’s sort of, well—grown up. I don’t think there could ever be a repetition of what happened in a New York hotel a few years ago, the first day it snowed. I had come from Philadelphia to see him, and just as the hotel elevator door opened, I felt a cold snow-ball smack in my face. The elevator boy, who had been through this before, quickly pushed the close but- ton, and went to the next floor up. “I sug- gest you walk down the back stairs,’ he said, as he wiped the snow off my suit. I wasn’t even halfway down when I heard the hollering and shouting of about six guys, with Eddie the loudest of them all. They had opened every window in the hotel’s hallways, and had a first class snowball fight for the better part of an hour! Ill never know why nobody com- plained—except maybe because Eddie made everyone clean up the mess when they finished. They even mopped the eleva- tor dry! It’s a different kind of fun that living has brought to Eddie today. A quieter kind, the kind that a man enjoys—after he’s learned to out-grow the kid stuff. In some ways Eddie hasn't changed But don’t get me wrong. In so many ways, Eddie’s never changed, and that’s good, too. Take his generosity. A few days after I moved to Los An- geles, I was at one of his tv shows. When he was through he hung around the studio a while, kidding with the audience, talking to them and singing more songs. When he got ready to leave, a teenage girl in the audience asked him for some momento of the occasion. “What would you like?” Eddie came back. The girl hesitated for a moment. handkerchief.” He handed it to her. That started it. A dozen other kids begged for souvenirs, and every one got something. His cuff links, pen, tie, shoes—it nearly got downright embarrassing! Sure he can afford it all right, today. But he was just as generous when he didn’t have the money! Like that dreary, chilly Sunday morning in Philadelphia when I was five and Eddie was eleven. Between the two of us we had twenty cents. More specifically, he had eighteen cents and I had two. “Let’s throw it together and have a treat,” he suggested. So we walked into a drugstore and or- dered two cups of hot chocolate, to get warm. Eddie saw how much I enjoyed guzzling down mine, so he drank a third of his cup—and pretended he didn’t want any more. And insisted I drink the rest. “Your Big brother to all And he’s never lost that older brother attitude of his, either... I don’t mind it, I guess because he’s been the big brother to the whole family—mom and dad, our sisters, and our brother Sid- ney. But mostly he’s worried about me, 96 maybe because I’m the youngest boy. Once when I was twelve I got into a fight with a neighborhood bully who was two or three years older, a head taller, and five times as strong. His first punch gave me a bloody nose. Eddie saw me run up the street when he came back from the radio station. “Who did it?” he shouted. He wasn’t even in- terested in whose fault it had been, he just took off after him. Fifteen minutes later Eddie came back with a bloody nose, too, but he managed a big grin. “He won't bother you again,” he promised. He was looking out for me just as much when we were separated by over six thou- sand miles. While I was in Korea, I got a letter from him about once every five months—he’s never been much of a letter-writer—and even then the letters came only when something really startling had taken place. Like when he was floating around on cloud number eight, their particular pri- vate cloud, after meeting Debbie Reynolds. One day I suddenly got very sick with a severe virus. Less than an hour after I in the next issue of modern screen you eavesdrop on george nader, richard egan and ben cooper and their dates .. . you learn all about susan hayward's marriage . you read elvis and judy's answers to more than 40 questions .. . you are introduced to johnny saxon... watch for the july modern screen (on sale june 6) with doris day on the cover was rushed to the company hospital, Eddie was in touch with the doctor who looked after me. To this day I don’t know how he found out about it so fast! But he al- ways has, when the people he Howes are concerned. The cabbie was right Another trait of my brother’s, is his ability to listen to advice. And then make up his own mind what to do. He always says he listens to people for two reasons; out of politness, and because he can benéfit from their experience. He doesn’t take advice blindly, but he listens. Like that time Eddie and I took a cab and the cabbie started talking about Ed- die’s tv show. “You’ve got a great voice,’ IE the driver said, ina way that made it quite Soe ee Pe didn’t like too much about the program. | “But—” my brother bluntly asked. “The numbers you sing—” Eddie moved up to the jump seat to be | closer to the man. “What’s wrong with! them?” ; The driver hesitated for a moment. “I|! don’t know—they all seem the same. . .” |) Eddie thanked him for his frankness, and for the next two weeks conducted his} own survey. He came to the conclusion that the cab driver had a good point, and made some changes in his selections. Yes, || Eddie’ll listen all right. There’s another thing about Eddie that |} hasn’t changed. I guess itll seem silly to} anyone who isn’t crazy about animals. But/ it’s a part of Eddie that’s still the same, that all the money in the world couldn't} change. And it showed up in connection} with two pets Eddie had. Skippy in tow The first one, Skippy, was Eddie’s simply because Skippy showed up one day while Eddie was playing in the street—and fol-} lowed Eddie from then on in. A while later we were going through } our toughest financial period and my par-} ents decided that Skippy had to go. It} was simply too expensive to feed him} properly. They didn’t want to take him} to the pound, but they figured if he got lost he’d probably find himself another} home—just like he’d found Eddie. Sof Skippy was left a few miles from the} house. When Eddie found out, he got a flash} light and set out to find Skippy. He didn’t come home till four the next} morning, with Skippy in tow! He was no less upset a few weeks ago when Charlie got hurt. Charlie is his boxer, who became rather confused when Debbie and Eddie moved to Beverly Hills.} In their old home, Charlie used to jump} out of the one-story building to the ground, about three feet below. Unawaref that he was now on the second floor, he did the same in his new home. Eddie rushed him to the veterinarian. ; A constant visitor But just spending money to buy him thef} best of care wasn’t enough for Eddie. Till Charlie was allowed to go home, my broth-f er visited him every day, so he wouldn't} feel scared and lonely. The way he lovedf that dog! Which led to something really[ funny on an evening when Eddie was) talking about Charlie and a dinner guest} didn’t realize that Charlie was a dog—} who would, from hearing Eddie talk about him? ‘Charlie’s doing much better, par- ticularly after I brought him a box of bis- cuits today,” Eddie said. “Biscuits? To the hospital?” the girl burst out. “Wouldn’t candy have been | more appropriate?” “Candy? For Charlie? Of course not! A good, hard biscuit . Their guest looked at him like he had just lost his mind. “Really, it's good for him,” Eddie as-| sured her. “You should hear him bark!” Debbie set the poor girl straight. Well, I guess that’s about it, what my | brother Eddie is like ...a guy who hasn't | changed much with success and money | and dreams come true—just enough to) know now how to really live, to take the time to pitch ball a little with a neighbor, | watch tv for the fun of it, play with his| baby, build a home. That’s what Debbie taught him—how | to relax, to enjoy what he has, to live. a Debbie and Eddie are in RKO’s Bundle Of Joy. Debbie will soon be seen in U-Is} Tammy And The Bachelor and ue Bs | The cieels: SOE ST :

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