Modern Screen (Dec 1954 - Dec 1955)

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to take challenging parts, but now my children come first." Is this truth or affectation? Ingrid's friends, Humphrey Bogart, John Huston and Charles Chaplin, all agree that her children now mean infinitely more to her than any career. They don't know what motivates it. Maybe the definite decline of her motion picture career under her husband's aegis or a gradual change in personal philosophy. They point out that it was she who a few weeks ago bundled all four youngsters into a train at Munich, j made all the travel arrangements, and ! journeyed twenty-four hours across 1 the continent to London while Roberto was speeding his Ferrari in the Swed' ish automobile races. I When Ingrid was asked, "Isn't that i typical of an Italian husband?" she i smiled good-naturedly and said, "No, i it's typical of all husbands." Earlier this year in Rome, it was Ingrid who insisted that her children needed a real home instead of being chronically moved from one place to another. The fifty-seven-year-old Rossellini, who once slept in hotel elevators, finally agreed and rented a modern eight-room apartment in a futuristic building that stands on the slopes of Mount Parioli overlooking the city. Here, Ingrid has worked out a schedule for her children. There are hours for eating, school and playing. Despite their protests that this is not the Italian way of bringing up children, the actress refuses to let the servants deviate from the schedule. Rossellini (Continued on page 77} Widely acclaimed in Europe as an actress, Ingrid attracts a great deal of attention. LADIES' MAN Cherchez la femme at nine a.m. and you'll find her with Garry Moore! Showing how the ladies react to his jokes, Then comes the joke. Hopeful listener smiles Garry poses as a before-the-quip listener. vaguely, sure it's funny, but not sure why. Comes the dawn, the laugh, the applause. "The women," Garry says, "laugh prettier." Finally, the return to apathy — but only while Garry catches his breath for the next one. ■ Monday through Friday, Garry Moore spends more than an hour a day working in front of some 4,000,000 housewives on his CBS television show. But his crewcut bristles at a mention of his "audience of housewives." "I work for the women," he says, "and I don't like the way most people try to make a separate breed out of them. Women make up at least fifty per cent of the audiences for evening shows, and frankly, I don't think they change much between nine a.m. and ten at night." By this fall Garry had appeared on more than 1100 individual shows on daytime TV. At forty, he presides over his daily potpourri of nonsense, games, animals, fashion information and world affairs with casual assurance, but he still blushes when an affectionate guest rubs his crewcut for good luck. Garry's private life is strictly his own. His family is so little known to the public that when he launched I've Got A Secret two years ago, his wife Nell stumped the panel and audience with her secret — that she was Mrs. Garrv Moore. Her husband spends his evenings and week-ends at home in Rye, New York, not far from Long Island Sound where he harbors his only hobby, the thirtysix-foot yawl, Red Wing. Every nice week-end during the summer he takes out his boat, with his sons, Mason, thirteen, and Garry, Jr., eleven, as his sole crew. Without it, he claims, he would soon be laughing steadily without anything funny. It wouldn't matter to "the women" though— they'd just smile and murmur, "The dear boy — he has such a happy disposition!" 61