Photoplay (Jan-Jun 1963)

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SANDRA DEE continued PHOTOPLAY’S roving correspondent, Fred Robbins, called on Sandra Dee in her Drake hotel suite in New York while she was there to publicize “If A Man Answers," the film she did with her husband, Bobby Darin. Fred and Sandra had a long talk, and she gave him her own story of her special fears, the true reason why she is afraid to show baby Dodd Mitchell to the waiting world — why she'd like to, why she nevertheless will not. Sandra is a great believer in the oldfashioned kind of marriage. In an oldfashioned marriage, the husband is the undisputed boss of the house and a good wife would no more dream of crossing him than a patriotic citizen would of disobeying the laws of the land. But let Sandra tell it in her own words. . . . T he fact that there are no pictures of my son, I get knocks — and you wouldn’t believe this — letters written to me in magazines saying, “Dear Sandra, Please show a picture because the world thinks he’s deformed.” Now, I'm sorry, but God forbid, you don’t say this about a little young baby. Problems like this have to cause arguments, because I have a different point of view than my husband. I say, “Photograph him." And Bobby says, “No." He is the boss of the house; I must say this. Openly he is; I’m not ashamed; I’m proud of it. I know that my husband must be head of his family, if we’re going to have a family. Compromising — in the little things it’s easy for me to do. It’s in the big things — and I don’t want to bring them up, personal things — that it’s harder. And I fight like cat and dog, three and four times a day. We explode for three seconds, and then it's over. I don’t say we’ve never had a fight, or that we'll never have another fight. I fought yesterday with him, over the phone. Now I haven’t even seen him in ten days, and I can still fight with him. It’s amazing. We made up two seconds later, and it’s all over. Now, I’m glad of this, because there’s nothing that’s bothering me. I can go to sleep at night not worrying because I'm harboring some kind of — you know, some people keep it inside; I’ll never have an ulcer, I know that. I love Bobby, I’m very happy, I know he’s very happy. He is head of the family. I must say that when I first got married, I leaned on Bobby like I used to on my mother. I’m not an independent person, yet. Now, yes. Since the baby, I’ve had to become one, because Bobby can’t have me leaning on him, plus the baby. In big matters, yes; but not in everyday little things. In the beginning of my marriage, that’s exactly what it (Continued on page 79) 68