Modern Screen (Dec 1949 - Nov 1950)

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* Sue Carol and Alan Ladd added to the romantic atmosphere at Betty's party. Married eight years, they're one couple who never have domestic discord. The obvious happiness of Diana Lynn and her husband, John Lindsay, helped Betty decide to reconcile with Ted Briskin. Prettier than her pictures, Janet Leigh wore gardenias in her hair, a pale blue tulle gown. Friends predict marriage for her and escort Arthur Loew, Jr. Esther Williams and Ben Gage chatted enthusiastically with another guest about the baby they're expecting next December. =LOP. WHEN I WAS TWENTY-SIX. I GAVE ANOTHER PARTY — ONLY WITH THIS ONE, MY FONDEST DREAM CAME TRUE. since I was six years old. When my sixth jirthday was coming up. I decided to give i party. The trouble with six year olds is hat they sometimes get as confused as wenty-six year olds. I was determined to v\ve the party, but I didn't know many :ids in the neighborhood so I went around sking every youngster I saw. Then, envisioning the hundreds who might show up, ll didn't tell mother about the party. So, on he day of the event only two little charac ters arrived and the affair turned out to be a dismal flop. All this I was thinking about one night when I attended a beautiful party Louella Parsons was giving for a visiting potentate. I said to myself, "Betty, you've got to get over this complex about parties. It's high time you gave one yourself." At one and the same moment I decided that of all the people I'd like to have come as guest of honor the only choice could be Louie Sobol, the famous New York columnist who has helped hundreds of young people in all professions along the road to success. Louie, as he is affectionately known to everyone in show business, was the only one who seemed to know how to spell my name right when I first came to New York. I could write a book about the many times he encouraged me when the going was rough. So I called Louie and asked him if I gave a party would he come to it and be MORE »•