Modern Screen (Jan-Dec 1960)

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The Nation's Top Disk Jockeys pose a series of questions to see if you know your record stars. 1. He has attained phenomenal success as a vocalist in rather short time. He's married to Eydie Gorme, records for ABCParamount, was featured on the Steve Allen show. Fred Allen, 2. This trio records for Capitol. WIRK, West The boys had a hit in Tom Palm Beach, Dooley; their latest single is Coo Coo U. Their hobbies are songwriting, surfing, sports car racing, and .. water-skiing. 3. This composer, arranger, conductor has long scored music for spectacular-type movies. His latest music is for SJL the film Ben-Hur, and was released as an album Ken Gaughran, WREB, by Lion Records. Holyoke' Mass' 4. This gal vocalist gained fame singing ivith Benny Goodman's band. She's appeared in movies, night clubs, on TV. She had million-record sellers Mariana, I've Got You Under My Skin. Latest album is Beauty And The Beat, with George Shearing. 5. This young vocalist came to America's notice with his recording of Venus. First KEZYny Anaheim! movie wa,s Gun* 0f The TimCalif. berland, latest is The Alamo. He records for Chancellor. 6. This maestro-arranger is known for his lush arrangements. One of his own songs is Holiday For Strings. Lion has issued an album titled The Magic Melodies Of . 7. This orchestra leader's famous for comedy song ; \ renditions, is married to W vocalist Keely Smith. Lat * est album's Hey Boy, Hey Norm Stevens, Girl; latest single's My WMGM, New York Cucuzza, backed by Hey! cit*' N YBa-Ba-Re-Bop, Dot Label. vmujnnoj uojDay siqavjj ■<} "And all of us, the family," Papa Gubitoni said, looking back at the others, "all of us should be very proud of our baby." "We are," his wife said. "We are," said Joannie, then Jim. "Now," said Papa Gubitoni, walking over to the table, still holding his young son by the hand, "for tonight you sit here, at my place, Mike. And you eat in the place of honor. And as long as you live you will remember this night, and the happiness that you bring to all of us." He let go of the boy's hand. The boy stood there, motionless momentarily, confused. "Go 'head, sit," Papa Gubitoni said. And as the boy did, finally, Papa Gubitoni picked up the plate in front of him and walked to the stove to serve him himself. . . . Hard work and pampering "I played in the Our Gang series for five years, till I was ten," Robert Blake (formerly Michael Gubitoni) says today. "I don't remember much about those years except that it was a lot of hard work and that I got a lot of pampering, from my father at home and from producers and directors at the studio. But then, when I was ten, the series was dropped, I was released from my contract and the misery began. At first it centered around school. I was sent to a public school for the first time in my life and I found out right away what people on the outside thought of child stars. They hated them. The teachers figured I had to be snotty, because of my | background, and so that's what they were to me. Snotty. The kids — they were even worse; the same kids who used to run to see me on the screen on Saturday afternoons. Well, I found out the movies were one thing and real life was another. And now that these kids had me in their midst, in real life, I was like some crippled monster to them. They'd pass jokes and push me around and a couple of times a few of them sneaked up on me and pulled off my pants and threw them out the window. As time went on, things got worse. I got beat up more than once and I guess the only reason I never fought back was that I figured once I started throwing my fists around I would never stop. Anyway, that was school, the misery there. Then there was the misery at home. My father, he was like a broken man when I wasn't working. He'd had this big dream about me going places, and now nothing was happening. He was broken, defeated. And always complaining. Twice he got happy again. Once was when I was about twelve and Republic Pictures signed me to play Little Beaver, the Indian boy, in the Red Ryder series. That was a big success. And Pop was happy. While it lasted. Then, when I was fifteen, I was signed to play in Black Rose, with Tyrone Power. Pop was real happy this time. His son was off to Europe to make a big-time picture with a big-time star for a big-time studio. This was going to be it. The beginning of the real big stuff. But when Pop's son — when I got back from Europe that week end and went back to school that Monday morning and got beat up by a couple of tough guys and then got a paddling on the behind by the vice-principal who said it was me who started the whole thing, well, I went home and told my father I didn't care what, but the hell with movies, and I wasn't ever going to make another one again. We had a big fight. I don't want to say too much about it, because it's about my family and I don't want them to be hurt by this. But things came up during the fight like me asking what happened to all the money I'd made all these years and why didn't we ever seem to have a cent, nothing, nothing except for this new house I'd bought, and I started hearing from my father about some bad investments he'd made with the money — bad investments — bad property — bad land— bad this— bad that— and I stopped my father right in the middle and told him I was getting out, leaving, that I didn't want to live in this place anymore. I went upstairs to pack a suitcase. When I came back down I could hear my parents talking in the other room. My mother was crying and saying, 'He shouldn't break up the family like this.' My father was saying, 'That boy belongs in the house, with us. What does he mean by wanting to leave? What does that ungrateful boy mean? That ungrateful boy!' My sister Joannie was standing there, near the front door, as I came down the stairs. She didn't say anything but I could tell from her expression that she understood why I had to go. I was sick and miserable from everything and I couldn't take it anymore. She understood, a little at least. So I walked past her and out the door. For a while, I just walked down the street, lugging my suitcase. I didn't know where to go. I didn't really have enough money to go anyplace. And then, suddenly, it came to me. There was this couple, parents of this guy I knew who was away in the Marines. I'd visited them a few times. They were pretty poor, so I didn't know if they could take me on. They were pretty drunk, too, those few times I'd seen them — I'd even heard they were alcoholics — so I didn't know if they'd want to take me on. But they were good people. And they'd been nice to me. I remembered that. And I thought I'd go to them and see what they'd say. . . ." Cure for the woes "Hello there, son," the man, all blearyeyed, said when he opened the door and saw Bob. "Sure, sure I remember you. And how've you been? Going someplace with that valise? Wanna stay here? Sure. Sure. Now come in and talk to Mama first. And tell me, how've you been?" "Wanna stay here?" the woman was asking Bob a few minutes later. "Well, now, I'm not gonna pry into why. Ain't none of my business. But I'm gonna tell you this. If you do stay with us, we want you to be happy. We don't want you feelin' formal about things or addressin' us Sir and Ma'am, like you been doing. Pop there — he's Unc. And me — I'm Aunt. That's the only condition we lay down with you. We want you to feel like part of the family. And if you don't like that, vou can git." (They all laughed.) "You'll stay?" (Bob nodded.) "Well, good. Now let me show you where you'll sleep and then let's all keep quiet and watch TV!" It was a little after eleven that night — they were sitting in the parlor, watching the News — when Unc passed Bob the bottle he and Aunt had been drinking from, and a glass. "Help yourself. It's Four Roses — not that cheap stuff. It'll do you good," he said. Bob shook his head. "I don't drink hard — " he started to say. "Hard?" Unc asked, interrupting, his eyes still glued on the screen. "Why, boy, that what you have in your hands, that is the softest and the gentlest stuff in the whole world. It's warm. Clean. Alcohol kills any impurities. You should know that. And it'll make you feel better, if it's woes you got. It's made me and Mama feel better a long time now. Contented's what we are now. Contented, not woeful no longer. . . You got woes, boy?" Bob nodded. "Yes," he said. "Then help yourself to that stuff. Not too much. But not too little, either, if'n you want to get the proper effect." Bob looked at the bottle and the glass in his hands. Then he looked over at Aunt