Radio-TV mirror (July-Dec 1954)

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Tampax Incorporated, Palmer, Mass. ■ 86 Accepted for Advertising by the Journal of the American Medical Association On two shows last season, he was the star. Her generosity is really something. We both read the same ads in the paper on our way to work and come in, bug-eyed, over some of the "buys" to be had. And I can't tell you how many times Lucy orders sweaters, scarves, gloves, bags for herself — and the same, in different colors, for me. We're alike in an awful lot of ways besides laughing at the same things and reading the same ads in the paper, which may account for the friendship between Mrs. Arnaz and Mrs. Ober being the same — if not better — than that between Mrs. Ricardo and Mrs. Mertz. We were born in the same month, Lucy and I — August . . . under the same stars — we're both Leo. We've had serious conversations about our childhoods, which were so much alike. Neither of us had much money. Neither of us was The Prettiest Girl in the Class. Neither of us became stars "overnight." Both of us are in love, all the way in love, with our husbands. Lucy just worships Desi, you know — she really does. Do I worship Phil? Yes, ma'am. Like Lucy and Desi, Phil and I are very, very content. Very happy to be together. Have more fun together than with anyone else. When the year comes that they use "repeats" on the show, Phil and I aim to take a tramp steamer and go around the world. Phil and I are real private-lifers. Lucy and Desi like a gang around them. But, as it's always "them" — the two of them together — it comes to the same thing. We're both home-bodies at heart, Lucy and I, love to cook and fuss and fix. And we both have two homes. Lucy and Desi have their five-acre ranch in Chatsworth, California, where they raise cattle, chickens, dogs and cats, dabble in farming, and dote on their two babies, Lucie Desiree and Desiderio IV. Phil and I have our Mexican-style farmhouse near Beverly Hills and our ranch in New Mexico. We visit back and forth quite a bit, the four of us. When Lucy and Desi come here, I sometimes bake a ham for them. Bake beans, in molasses. Make an enormous pan of cornbread. But usually I cook chili for them. Desi loves chili. And it's my specialty. I don't worry about the "future," or whether or not television is "here to stay." I'm going to open a chili parlor on Route 66 when I'm old! When we go over to Lucy's and Desi's, Lucy always makes lemonade in the afternoon for the gang and gives presents. She doesn't cook the dinner, but she always orders her own meals, no matter how much help she has. It's always wonderful because both Lucy and Desi love, and know, food. That house of Lucy's is her castle. She loves every smallest thing in it. And she keeps things forever. Lucy and I also eat lunch together a lot — in her bungalow at the studio, which has a kitchen — and talk about our husbands. In addition to the love of our husbands, we also share pride in them . . . which is, I think, a part of love. "Desi has changed," Lucy will say. "All of a sudden he has matured. He matured overnight. Can't tell you how many people ask me, How did Desi learn to act? How did Desi, a musician, a drummer, learn to be a producer?" I'm equally proud of my Phil. One of the finest actors, even if I do say so, in Hollywood, and one of the most versatile — remember him as Deborah Kerr's husband, Captain Holmes, in "From Here To Eternity"? Lucy and I agree we learn a great deal about a great many things — very much including acting — from our husbands! Both of us love children dearly. Lucy worries constantly about her two. I haven't any children. But, since I'm one of six — five girls, one boy, and all except myself have children — I am at least a very prolific aunt. A very devoted aunt, too, so that I understand and share Lucy's love of children. Both of us know what illness means. Lucy learned, as a teen-age girl, after she almost lost her life in an auto accident in New York's Central Park and was told she would never walk again. It took her eight months in bed, and three years of persistent and painful effort, to reverse the doctor's gloomy prediction. I learned after I had my breakdown, which also took years of persistent and painful effort — plus the help of a psychiatrist— to overcome. It was after my breakdown that I went to work with Lucy and that was mental therapy! This is the healthiest I have ever been. In addition to the healing laughter one always shares with Lucy, she was very sympathetic with, and understanding of, my illness. There has to be a serious side to any deep friendship. And there is a serious side to the friendship between Lucy and me. Neither of us can stand to see the other depressed. If either of us is — if I am, for instance — Lucy works hard to snap me out of it. And vice versa. By "working hard," I mean we're just sort of extranice to each other that day. As there has to be a serious side to any deep friendship, so there has to be a serious side to any deep — and dimensional — person, man or woman. There is a serious side, deep and sweet, to Lucy. Lucy needs a lot of affection, too, wants desperately for people to love her — and should be richly content, since so many millions do! Loyalty to old friendships, which Lucy has in full measure, is another of the many reasons why I love her. Another very happy -making thing about working with Lucy and Desi is — the contracts! Speaking for myself, which is always the wiser thing to do, I have a clause in my contract which says I am to be paid extra every time a Lucy show is shown on a new station. As new stations open up — it's like carrying an annuity. I just love the work itself. It's the first time in my life I've been this healthy and this happy. It's also the first time in my life I've been this successful. 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