Screenland Plus TV-Land (Nov 1952 - Oct 1953)

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I'M ALL MIXED UP ! 44 I thought I knew what I wanted," admits Dale Rohertson. "Now I'm not so sure I do' Bv VINCENT ROGERS Once there was a youngster — tall, lanky and handsome — who said in a strong Oklahoma drawl, "I'm in Hollywood for only one reason. I want to get me enough money to buy a horse ranch. After that I'm clearing out." His name was Dale Robertson, and you didn't see him in night clubs, or duded-up in tails and white tie at a party, or sitting in a box for the horse racing. It wasn't that he was exclusive or hiding under a rock somewhere. You could find him easily — at home with his young wife. Most every night Maybe they'd be having a few friends in for the evening or fooling around the backyard, and their friends were just people — like the owner of a restaurant, or a couple of standins with their wives. And when you talked to Dale Robertson — which was mighty easy to do in those days — he'd tell you, "I figure if I have five to seven years in this business, IH think I'm lucky. In the meantime, I'm preparing for the day when it ends." It's all different now — or is it? Has Dale Robertson really gone Hollywood, or is he the same casual guy he always was, but buried under the (Continued on pace 57) In somewhat of a trance with Marilyn Monroe at charity ball game. His marriage has been series of misunderstandings. Dale's success, the adulation of fans, his absence from home, has his wife fed up.