Photoplay (Jan-Jun 1963)

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DEBBIE continued The threat was certainly there. Yet Debbie Reynolds pretended to ignore it. She acted as though nothing were wrong. As if her whole life were uncomplicated and there was nobody trying to break up her marriage. She was in Houston, Texas, knocking them dead in the Continental Room of the Hotel Shamrock. Debbie loved the crowd’s applause and cheers for her song-and-dance and comedy routines. She was doing precisely what she wanted. She was fulfilling one of her two great ambitions in life. “You know,” Debbie said reflectively, “I have two lives— and I have an ambition in each of those lives. My professional ambition is to be a comedienne. I am a comedienne, yet I haven’t had a chance to play nutty parts or out-and-out comedy roles. I’ve worked very hard at it and I love it. I want to concentrate just on comedy and I want to do all kinds, the type of sophisticated comedy Carole Lombard did as well as Lucille Ball’s type. My private ambition is to see my children grow up to be normal and happy and love Harry and me. I don’t want them to be mixed up, unhappy and complicated as so many other children of today. ...” Debbie spoke enthusiastically about her ambitions. Yet I could sense the hidden heartbreak even as Debbie talked glibly and glowingly about the I 30