Modern Screen (Jul-Dec 1945)

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I REMEMBER ALAN BY ISABEL GRAY ■ IT WAS opening day of the semester at North Hollywood High, and I was calling the roll of my ninthgrade class in -English — "Alan Ladd— " A blonde boy answered. He was lean, but huskylooking. His manner was quiet. There was a steadiness I liked in the gray eyes that met mine for a moment . . . Doesn't look like trouble to me, I thought, but you never can tell. You know how youngsters get together and take their teachers apart? Well, don't think we teachers are any different. We go into the same kind of huddles over the children. Before ever setting eyes on Alan, I'd heard plenty about him. Among the boys, his reputation was that of a little scrapper. Even the bigger boys had a wholesome respect for him. They might try pushing him around once, but once was the limit. Being a good all-round athlete, he could handle his fists as well as he handled the rest of his body. Some of the teachers were (Continued on page 110) ■w High school kids lipsticked Alan's car with scribbles, some of them teasing. Topper read, "If only you couid sing like Frankie!" (That's Teacher Gray.) Alan couldn't find new home, so he bought acreage instead. He'll put up swimming pool with bath house as temporary quarters for Sue and Alana. 49