Radio and television mirror (July-Dec 1951)

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THE Ml He wanted success, yes — but not at all costs. This is the story of a man who balks at compromise. "And you can't change him!" says his wife. Nor does she want to My husband, Jack Paar, is an explosive mixture. Life is never dull, or even calm, with a man who is burningly ambitious, and yet unwilling to "compromise so much as a quarter of an inch on any matter of principle, no matter what the stakes in money, fame, or prestige. . . . Who puts on a confident front which some people — including assorted high army brass — have resented as cockiness, and yet is somehow deeply unsure of his ground. . . . Who loves his friends passionately (as passionately as he hates his enemies) and gets the same kind of unquestioning devotion (or unrelieved rage) in return, and yet goes out of his way to avoid meeting new people, making new friends. . , . Who left home and school to go out on his own at the age of sixteen, a rugged individualist even in adolescence, and who yet found common ground, a common wry joke, and a common language with ten million anonymous GIs. The man is a mass of contradictions, black and white at once, laughing and weeping at once. . . . And, if I may annotate all this with a personal observation, being married to such a fellow is an adventure— and a challenge — to a little girl who was brought up safe and sheltered in the conservative Pennsylvania-Dutch tradition. I grew up in Hershey, Pennsylvania, went to the public schools there, studied piano at the .conservatory, went on to the University of Virginia to get my Bachelor of Arts degree. My mother is a member of the old-line Hershey family, "the chocolate family" as the townspeople know them. My father, who was in business when my sister and I were growing up, now has retired to our four-hundred-acre place three miles out of town which he farms in a gentlemanly fashion, keeping up his contacts in town through his clubs and through his responsible position in' Republican politics. My sister, Katharine, (Continued on page 87) the Paars first moved to Hollywood. Now their house in the hills is completely furnished; Jack built the nursery himself