Photoplay (Jan-Jun 1951)

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YOUR PHOTOPLAY <Wa> She’s the dreamiest gal in town, according to Mrs. Day — who isn’t referring to her daughter’s looks! And after what happened recently, Doris Day agrees Mama knows best! Doris had just finished making “On Moonlight Bay.” And Mrs. Day, who loves to cook, had baked a batch of cup cakes for the gang at . . . . . . the studio. Iced and decorated, they looked as if they’d melt in your mouth. “You’ve outdone yourself, Mom,” said Doris. “Mrs. Day . . . . . . wouldn’t even let Doris carry them to the car. “Let’s put them in the trunk,” she said, “where they’ll be safe.” A few weeks later, Doris, driving across the hills . . . . . . from The Valley, became aware her car had developed a rattle. She turned into a garage. The mechanic, charmed by Doris, gave the car the checking of its life. But he found nothing wrong. “How about your trunk,” he asked. “Carrying any rocks to make it ride easier?” “No,” said Doris, but gave him the keys. The attendant M m £ . . . opened the trunk — and found Mrs. Day’s cakes — hard as rocks! “I guess we’ve found the reason for the rattle,” he said. “Right!” grinned Doris. “My rattlebrain!”