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Mum's the word with Shirley
and Charles, but it sounds more like wedding bells — and come December, the gossips may be right!
BY ARTHUR L. CHARLES
Shirley Temple's been keeping steady company with Charles A. Black since they met in Honolulu last winter. Although the son of a wealthy man, Charles relies on himself for support. He's an account executive with a Los Angeles TV station.
■ THE TALK'S going around that sometime in December, after Shirley Temple's divorce decree becomes final, she'll marry Charles Alden Black, a thirty-two-yearold gentleman from San Francisco. The only ones not talking are Charles Black and Shirley Temple.
A New York reporter recently called on Charles Black in Los Angeles. Right now Black is an account executive at television station KTTV in Los Angeles, and all the talkers are sure he took the job to be near Shirley. It's a nice thought; a nice job; and maybe it's true.
Anyway, the reporter took a firm stance before Mr. Black and said, "Mr. Black, ever since you started going with Shirley Temple last April, my paper's been trying to get a line on you. Won't you give out with a little stuff, especially about you and Shirley?"
Black smiled pleasantly, and the reporter whipped out his pencil.
"I'm going to be very frank with you," Black said. "I'm not interested in any personal publicity or any publicity coupling me with Miss Temple."
The reporter sighed and put his pencil away.
"Ever since I got here those fan magazines have been howling for interviews," Black went on. "I don't know how many calls I've gotten. I'm not going to be interviewed by anyone, so you don't have to worry about getting scooped. ) "I'm just not talking about myself, and I'm certainly not talking about Miss Temple. I've read all sorts of gibberish about us in the columns, how we plan to get married and take our honeymoon in every spot in the world from the Aleutians to Hawaii. But none of it's true.
"I know you've got a job to do, and I'd like to help you, but I come from San Francisco, not Hollywood, and we don't go in for publicity up there. As for biographical material on me, I'm pretty dull, wouldn't make good reading at all. Why don't you just drop the whole thing and let things continue as they are?
"I hate to be stubborn," he added, with a disarming grin, "but that's the way things are."
What way? the reporter might have wondered as he shook Black's hand. What, if anything, is going on between those two? Black didn't give (Co?ifitmed on page 16)