Modern Screen (Jan-Jun 1945)

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iJftM ^<yW)dX -M iWJ) (u,-fk kwdC 'Just back from a rest at Arrowhead, Van grabs a dance w.th Jan.e Wyman. He still chuckles over time he swept into club— tell flat on his face! Whereupon 4 gals rushed to pick him up, dust him ott! nobody's sweetheart ■ One day last March a girl named Betty, who works for M-G-M, found on her desk a box brimming over with flowers. The card said: "Thanks again. Van Johnson." Betty was enchanted, but puzzled. Why the flowers, and what was Van thanking her for? Suddenly her eyes flew to the calendar. March 30th! Of course! It all came flooding back — A year ago today— working late at the studio—leaving around 8— reaching Venice Boulevard just in time to hear the horrible sound of crashing cars_nghting back the sick sense of shock— racing across the streethelping Keenan Wynn pull Van out of the overturned car— phoning for help— sitting beside Van till it came, and the awful drip of blood from his head— Van lying there, trying to smile, speaking only once— "I can't stand that sound—" wadding up her scarf, putting it where it would deaden the sound — Betty brushed the scene from her mind. Van was all right now. Nothing left but fading scars and the plate in his head. She smiled at the flowers. How like him to remember the day this way — Something's left beside the scars and the plate in Van's head. Something that makes him feel he can't live a full-time life {Continued on page 60) 30