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Only, when that new show was mentioned, Lucille suddenly knew why she had done "Wildcat" despite her twelve million dollars. In the actor's phrase, she had to be "on." Yes, she was very, very happy in her private life, but she was also used to a public life. She is too modest a person, actually, to admit to herself that she is an artist. But she is a great comic artist, and needs an outlet for creative expression. Everything— versus nothing A new TV show, if it was a hit, would let her have everything — a beautiful marriage, her beautiful children, fun in a studio. And besides! Miss Ball grinned to herself. A cat who has just made away with a particularly fat canary couldn't have looked any more sly. Desi, you see, was still going around with girls in bunches. He hadn't settled down to any particular one. The more Lucy thought of her old beautiful home in Beverly Hills, that great, magnificent rambling house where she'd raised little Lucie and Desi, the more glorious it seemed. She described it to Gary. He kissed her lovingly and indicated he wouldn't mind living in it one bit. Near to Jack Benny's, huh, and very close to a golf course? Nothing could suit Gary more. So Lucy Morton came back to a new show — and Desilu. After all, she was still vice-president of Desilu. It would have made no sense going into competition with herself by working at any other studio. As for a producer — everybody knew Desi was an absolute genius at it, which would make it idiotic for her not to make that genius available to herself. Besides, she and Desi were civilized people. They could be business partners, business friends. And if Desi continued to get loaded, practically every night, so what? She wasn't drinking at all. She was sticking to her diet. She had her lovely, quiet evenings, full of laughter and romance, at home with Gary. He didn't give a hoot about going to night clubs or parties. She didn't, either. They had each other, her children, her mother. And now she'd have a new show, too. What a big, fat, wonderful life. Only — after Lucy had signed for the show and she was back at Desilu working— she and Vivian Vance discovered that making a show without Desi and Bill Frawley in the cast was twice as much work as they had anticipated. Without TV "husbands," Vivian has many more lines to learn and Lucy has three times as many! With one or both in almost every scene, rehearsals and actual shooting took lots of time. Too much time. Twelve to fourteen solid hours a day, for at least four days a week. Gary Morton told his happy wife he thought it wouldn't be professional for him to come to rehearsals, but he'd come watch each show as they recorded it. She loved him for that, for being so considerate, for not being jealous. Desi always blew his stack if a man so much as smiled at her. Gary and Desi behaved like well-bred gentlemen of the great world whenever they did meet — particularly the night the first show was taped, with an audience looking on. And when the show was over, Lucy ran into Gary's arms and he kissed her warmly and told her and the whole room how terrific she had been. Yes, it was a charming sight, and that shrewd, select audience was happy for Lucy, their own, unspoiled darling. Only. . . . Only now, as the show goes on, she necessarily is spending more waking hours with Desi than she does with Gary. For, over the weekends, she sleeps and sleeps to rest up. Don't get the impression that there is a single cloud in her sky, because there isn't. She is very much in love. And she is also having the kind of larksome revenge that is granted to very, very few women who once loved too much. Nevertheless, Hollywood keeps thinking about Desi. Desi, the little Cuban musician who had barely a dime when he came to Hollywood and now has many, many millions. You don't get to be a millionaire unless you hit gold or oil . . . or unless you know how to get around obstacles. Two sides of a triangle Besides, there are two small stories about Lucy and Desi that stand out. One happened recently, when a weary Lucy, going home from the studio, stopped by to see a friend who lives in one of the few private dwellings in Hollywood that have elevator service. The elevator operator asked, rather coyly, "And how's Mrs. Morton?" Half knocked out with fatigue, but always obliging to her public, Lucy said, "Gee, I've been so busy since I've got back, I haven't seen a soul." Then she sucked in her breath. "Oh, gosh," she gasped, "I'm Mrs. Morton." The Desi story is simpler. The evening after they had taped that first new Lucy show, he was charming to all the guests. He chatted. He talked. He is, naturally, a very charming man. He stood aside and saw his ex-wife, the star of the show he's not in, go laughingly out on the firm, strong arm of her new husband. Finally, there was no one left at all except Desi. There was no sound. There was simply nothing. Only Desi sitting there, all alone. All alone and thinking, thinking. — Ruth Waterbury "The Lucy Show" is seen over CBS-TV, Monday evening — at 8:30 p.m. est. Mental Health Campaign Give! . tA!°C'4* «V VfiT