Photoplay (Jan-Jun 1963)

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in LfU HOW HE GOT THAT WA1 \ A BOOK-LENGTH BONUS by Ed DeBli Richard Burton— he was Richie Jenkins then — was a devil bat in the late 1920s and early 1930s in the Taihach section of ti town of Port Talbot, in Wales, where he grew up. And yet angel he was, too, with a heart so good and rare as if it were tu to his insides with fine-spun gold. And it is strange for is really ?) how all through the years that have followed it has bet the same with him — part devil, part angel. This little history his life —gathered from relatives and friends and enemies of a| sorts, in Wales and in New York and in the town of Hollywot —shows it. Richard’s life began, in truth, one night when he wi eighteen months old. The place was a tiny mining village calk Pontrhydyfen in South Wales. The tiny house, made of pal gray stones gathered from the nearby quarries, was in the cem of the village, not far from the black entrance to the coal mim that employed almost every man, woman and child around, the parlor that night sat Old Dick Jenkins, the master of t) house, a sawyer at the mines. A short, stocky man, part Jewisl it was said, part Gypsy, but mostly ( Continued on page b6\ 44