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Still padded with baby fat. all sweets turn to hips. Worse, eating's her joy. Mom severely raps her knuckles at slightest veering toward goodies. Mrs. L. gave up music teaching to be daughters bus mgr., chauffeur, housekeeper, personal maid and pvt. teacher!
Evenings at home, Diana retires to her suite on second floor. Bathes Hit after dinner, turns on bedside radio full blast, does nails or hair reads in bed. House is Colonial inside and out, patterned atter Southern mansions she fell in love with on trip 4 years ago.
dream walking
Diana Lynn's lilting along in a dreamy
18-year-old world of roller coasters, dates and ice-cream binges!
■ Mother said, "You've always got your piano to go back to."
Dolly burst into tears. "I don't want my piano to go back to. I want to act."
It was silly to cry. But now she'd started, she couldn't seem to turn it off. Guess she'd been waiting to cry for a year and a half. Might as well get it over with.
She understood how Mother felt. Music would always be Mother's first love. Once it had been Dolly's, too, but now she loved acting more. So you've-got-your-pianoto-go-back-to was like waving a red flag under her nose. Which certainly needed blowing at the moment —
She looked up. A watery smile came through. "I'm all right now."
"Look, Dolly," said Dad. "You're 15. Your mother and I both think you're old enough to make decisions. If acting's what you want, that's fine with us."
"It's what I want all right, if they'll ever let me do it."
"Well, they haven't fired you yet."
That's what she couldn't figure out. They wouldn't release her, and they wouldn't put her to work. Ever since "There's Magic in Music," she'd been hanging around the Paramount lot, doing absolutely nothing. Except cry on Bill Russell's shoulder. Bill was the dramatic coach, -and an angel. "Wait, honey," he'd say. "Don't get discouraged." But how could you not get discouraged? Every once in a while she'd gather herself together and go see Mr. Meiklejohn, head of the studio talent department. {Continued on page 83)