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Editor's Note: The highlight of the visit of the author of this article to Hollywood was his impression of an unknown extra girl whose first name he knows, whose last name he never found out, and whose telephone number he was too dazed to ask for. Can any fan supply the information?
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By Carl Lewis
TM," I said over the telephone from the hotel room in Los Angeles fifteen minutes after we arrived, "We are here." And then to make our plight certain, we added, "And we must have an extra girl to complete our party."
Now Jim has lived in Los Angeles long enough to become a native son and he's absorbed so much of that misplaced, farWestern, go-getter spirit that you just can't stump him on any sort of problem. He has ordered his life that way and the very rocks and rills and the countless variety of flowers that bloom outside his bungalow door, all were brought from afar. And the bungalow itself — idyllic dream that it is — rests on the roof of his brand-new twelve-story building — right in the heart of busy Los Angeles. That's the kind of bachelor boy Jim ttfrned out to be. So when Jim said he would see what he could do at the dawning eleventh hour, we felt confident
What Is the Last Name of
the Extra Girl Whose Charm
Outshines the Stars
enough of the outcome to open wide the hotel room door so that there could be no possibility of our expected guest passing by without noting our eager faces and our unmistakable New York manner.
We must have bent too far over the cocktail mixer, or something else happened, but when we swung about to refill another round of outstretched glasses, here, right in our midst, was this child of twenty — maybe older, maybe younger — I never did think to ask her age.
Smoke and Small Talk
"I'm Connie, I don't drink but I will have a cigarette if
■* you will be so kind" — all one introductory sentence*
from the hazel eyes and black-haired young miss who
was all engulfe*d in a fur-trimmed red coat and perfume.
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