Modern Screen (Dec 1949 - Nov 1950)

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background for beauty cont'd hn Payne good friend of Maureen O'Hara and her husband, II Price, chats with them after dinner at Thunderbird Ranch. reen's mother, Rita Fiteimons, often visits her daughter on et. Her latest film, Paramount's Tripoli, co-stars John Payne. sycamores. The exterior is the ideal setting for her reddish hair, her milk-white skin, her blue eyes and delicately chiseled face. When Maureen strolls on the lawn, she resembles a Gainsborough painting Maureen must be aware of this, because ever since she married Will Price, she's wanted to own this particular home. Her husband wanted it, too It reminds him of his old home in Mississippi! When they lived in a small bungalow some years ago not very far from the home they own today the Prices used to refer to their present residence as "our" house, even though they weren't living in it. They used to pass by it regularlv as they drove to and from work, and almost as regularlv ' they would check the real estate agent and ask how much "our house" was. It was always too much. Maureen had practically despaired of ever buying the house— in fact, she and Will had moved out of their cottage and into another place— when the agent phoned one day. "If you two are still interested in that Bel Air place," he suggested, "you'd better come right out." They flew. They tried not to seem over-anxious. They attempted to study the house objectively and evaluate it calmly. "But it was no use," Maureen says. "We wanted it so badly that we couldn't be analytical about it. We just bought it!" She used as much furniture from their previous home as possible— "We didn't have any money to throw around on furnishings." And then she began to select colors that would compliment her. JI/Taureen's favorite hue is green. It does won■} 1 ders for her own high coloring. As a result, it's the dominant shade that appears in every room in the house. One continuous green broadloom carpet, for example, a Bigelow Sanford, extends from the foyer through the living room, dining room, up the stairs and along the second-floor hall. In the long rectangular living room. Maureen used the same couch and fireside chairs that she and Will bought as newlyweds. She simply had them recovered for the third time in a quilted' chartreuse. To this, she added new draperies with a gay print and a new mirror over the fireplace. Everything else in the room dates from the early years of Maureen's marriage. Will, for example, who likes to collect things, bought their pair of wine coolers. He also found some antique offering plates in a Dublin second-hand store, and at Christmas time four years ago, he gave Maureen the two O'Neils beside the fireplace. One of them is a pastoral of the same Irish fishing village where the O'Hara family used to spend their summers when Maureen was a little girl. "When Will gave me the painting," Maureen says, "it was just as if someone had sent me a piece of my childhood." Maureen loves every room in her house, but probably the most utilitarian of the lot is the dining room. The Prices eat all their meals here, including breakfast. "Maybe it's {Continued on page 64)