Modern Screen (Dec 1949 - Nov 1950)

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the champ's in love (Continued from page 27) he wasn't planning on marrying anybody. He'd take a brass band to a wedding band any time. But that was almost a year ago. Now, late in 1950, Kirk Douglas, playboy, hit and run artist in romance, the lad as fast with a rhumba as Cugat and as anxious to learn as a young Casanova, looks as if he's in love. To Kirk Douglas' friends and advisers this is a situation that wasn't anticipated and which, if the tenor of their conversations is legitimate, has all the earmarks of a catastrophe similar to the fall of the Roman Empire, or the occasion upon which Lana Turner did not marry Victor Mature, thereby throwing the entire machinery of Hollywood romance out of kilter for a month. For Kirk Douglas to marry now, his associates feel, would throw a kink in his career that would slow it down to an amble. For him to take a vow to love one woman and one alone at a time when literally millions of lasses from fifteen to eighty-five want him, and are willing to spend fortunes to sit in dark theaters and pant in anticipation of the day he comes walking down their street and into their lives, would be disaster number one to dreams of the golden years ahead. But there is nothing they can do about it. According to those in the know, the tiny arrow of Cupid has penetrated his heart and Irene Wrightsman McEvoy, the lady involved, has a ball and chain resting in a dark closet waiting for the day she can weld it onto his manly ankle. The only question is, will Kirk hold still while the job is done, or will he suddenly fly away, abandon the love that burns within him and dash back to the cache where his little black book has been buried? His press agent would have you believe the latter. "We've spent too much time and effort in building Kirk up as a big romantic interest," says he, "to have it all torn down by a thing like marriage." But Irene McEvoy has just signed a twoyear lease on an English -style rambling home in Brentwood. The house is nice enough to be a honeymoon cottage. Kirk Douglas has lived for several years in a home in Laurel Canyon, just a dozen blocks up in the hills from Hollywood Boulevard. If you've ever seen pictures of the place, you know what it is like. A bachelor's dream. Small, not too accessible, not safe for babies and much too ruggedly furnished for a bride. The Brentwood house is, on the other hand, too large for a single woman, ideal for entertaining— and has a built-in nursery. It is quiet and private. Just the place for a man to start a family. It adds up. Also, there's a situation. A situation in which a fellow who hits the high spots nightly with a different girl, suddenly puts on the brakes, and a head-waiter never sees him — and in which a girl, reported engaged to a fellow named Robert Stack, suddenly loses his address and begins spending all her waking hours with another fellow named Kirk Douglas. Actually, this is nothing new for either of the people involved. Kirk sometimes courts girls for, well, almost a month. Evelyn Keyes is probably the recordholder. Irene went steady with Bob Stack for more than a year. Both, to a degree, are capable of staunch loyalties to the opposite sex. The degrees, however, are quite individual. Irene, since her divorce from Mr. McEvoy, has been the soul of If yours is a delicate skin, don t smother it under heavy make up —flatter it with a sheer, natural foundation! Before powder, smooth on a light, greaseless film of Pond's Vanishing Cream. No streaking, no caking. This mistylight, transparent base gives your skin a younger, prettier look . . . holds powder for hours! Always before you go out — have a quick 1 -Minute Mask with Pond's Vanishing Cream. Cover face, except eyes, with lavish fingerfuls of the snowy Cream. Its "keratolytic" action loosens clinging dirt, dead skin flakes. Dissolves them off! Leave on 1 minute — then tissue off. Make-up goes on evenly over your newiy smoothed and brightened face, stays smooth all evening! "I like my make-up to be delicate and completely unobtrusive, so for a foundation I use a thin film of