Photoplay (Jan-Jun 1963)

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Her career was launched on a pad of innocence. Respectability has always been her orbit. Only her friends know there is another Shirley Jones! TOE DARfDiViL WiTFJ THE APPIE PiE PACE At Sh+riey Jones' last party, three guests jumped in the swimming pool and two poodles got drunk on champagne. Shirley admires people who are uninhibited enough to strip to their underwear in someone else’s living room on a hot night and then go searching for a vacant swimming pool. And she once walked off the set of a multi-million dollar movie to take a helicopter ride with a friend who had never flown one before. She is a daredevil — a “good girl" who had to become a prostitute on the screen to win friends and influence people. Despite this, she goes to sleep at 9 P.M. and wakes cheerfully with the California sparrows at 6 A.M. She breakfasts ritually on orange juice, eggs and bacon before anyone else in Bel Air — including her husband — is even turning over in their dream-tossed sleep. Shirley was nineteen when she came to Hollywood as Laurie in “Oklahoma.” Plump and pretty, she looked like a picture postcard out of the nineteenth century, and she was (Continued on page 99)