Screenland (Nov 1950-Oct 1951)

ried anywhere but in my parents' home. "We met in October. We got married in March. It was a home wedding, very small, only my family and his family and the local minister reading the marriage service. Small and intimate, as a wedding should be, and a beautiful Spring day, the house filled with Spring flowers, so I felt like a bride. The next clay we left for Hawaii where we had four glorious weeks, surf-riding, dancing in the moonlight, loving it, and each other. "Some time before we met, Alan had bought Paulette Goddard's house in upstate New York so, directly after the honeymoon, we went home as a normal couple should. The house, built during the Revolution, is very old Early American, white with black shutters, much of the original woodwork still left and also left, thank heaven, the Finnish couple who were with Paulette when she lived there. They loved the house so much they wanted to stay, so there is no need for me to cook which, since I know nothing about cooking, is just as well. But I plan the meals, do a certain amount of marketing, do all the flower arrangements. Inexperienced as I am ia running a house, my mother is a wonderful manager and although when a child I was never interested, I was always around, was in that smooth routine and just continue in it. "In addition to running the house, I play the piano. Practice that hour a day. Play tennis. Badminton. Swim in our pool. Take steam baths in our steam room. Wash my own hair. Am the cleanest thing you ever saw. Like my mother before me. I'm also re-decorating the house, which 'is a ball. I'm teaching my husband to drive a car (he's doing just fine), and I read a lot. Alan has a magnificent library with things in it I've been wanting to read all my life and am reading now. My husband likes me to be with him while he's working so, in the evenings, I read while he works, then he reads me what he's written. "We hope to have children, of course we do — a boy first, then a girl, the normal American family! "Since it is perfectly normal nowadays for a wife to have a career. I'm not stepping out of character when I say that I intend to go on with my career. Alan is as anxious as I am for me to have a satisfying career. He doesn't Little Lulu ...and don't -forget your Kleenex* PocketPack! Liftfe Lulu says: on all your travels carry new KLEENEX POCKETPACK TISSUES I 24 SOFT, STRONG, FULL SIZE KLEENEX TISSUES 02 PULLS) IN A NEW TINY PACKAGE. HANDY FOR COLDS, SCADS OF USES. 5$ © INTERNATIONAL CELLUCOTTON PRODUCTS CO. * T. M. REG. U.S. PAT. OFF. want it to come before him (knows very well that it couldn't) but he's all for it. I'd like especially to do light comedy — sort of the old Irene Dunne school of thing. "Where our careers are concerned, we'll try to correspond our time. When I'm in Hollywood, Alan will plan to have an idea so he can work there, too. If it is impossible for him to be with me in Hollywood, he'll fly out for weekends, sort of comrtiute. We'd hate separation but it would be no threat to our marriage. We are so completely married, it doesn't worry us at all. "In short, as a Missus I'm just as normal." said Nancy sighing the happiest sigh you ever heard, "as I was a Miss!" Alas, poor Nancy! Still Being The Confirmed Bachelor Girl rom page 40 Continued frc thai and Meisen and Royal Doulton. Odd pieces. Complete sets. One complete set of Rosenthal she bought from a young student who wanted to pay his tuition at the University. Before they got her out of Germany Ann had nine barrels of china. Which she needed like a hole in the head. Back in Hollywood Ann looked at her old house out in the Valley where she has lived since her divorce from George Brent. She has a small ranch where she raises chickens and pigeons and pampers an aging cow named Clara Lou. The house wasn't nearly big enough, or elegant enough, to house that beautiful china. She'd had it nine years, and it was getting shabby. Even the locks were worn out. In fact she had had a run-in with a burglar before she went to Europe. Hadn't scared her much, however, as Ann isn't a girl who scares easily. Unless it's a roller coaster. At nights she keeps near her a police special .38 that her brother-in-law in Texas gave her several years ago. "Ludie, you got a gun?" he said to her on one of her visits home. "I've always wanted to do something for you. Here's a real gun. If you sock 'em with this, you sock 'em good." Well, anyway. Ann started househunting. It was depressing. Prices were sky high. And all the cagey agents had to do was get a look at that red hair, those clear hazel eyes, and that whistlebait figure — and immediately the price doubled. "They were mouse traps," said Ann in disgust — "and thev wanted 6500.000 for them." She couldn't find what she wanted, so she finally decided it would be cheaper to rebuild what she had. And while she was getting a house worthy of all that valuable china, she could add a swimming pool and a playhouse worthy of herself. The builders told her it would only take four or five months at most, and cost only a few thousand bucks. "Well." said Ann to her secretarycompanion, Martha Giddings Bunch (she and Ann viet at Warner Brothers fourteen years ago when Ann was a starlet and Martha was in wardrobe) — "I can stay at a hotel while all the hammering is going on." "You are not the hotel type," said Martha. "You would be miserable in a hotel. I guess I could put you up for that short time." "Oh, Gidds, if you don't mind," sighed Annie, greatly relieved. "I could help with the housework." Martha had her 63