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

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Elizabeth Taylor lets her hair down in a frank and forthright discussion of the private and public lives of Mrs. Michael Wilding, her husband and young son By Reba and Bonnie Churchill AND. AND I ^ Jm just naturally lazy," said Elizabeth Taylor I as she stretched luxuriously. The sigh oozed forth and caused even her velvet slippers with the turnedup Turkish toes to wiggle as she yawnfully relaxed. "Lazy?" we puzzled. We considered for a moment. Her baby son wasn't eight months old, and she had already starred in two of Hollywood's most important pictures. On her vanity mirror were neatly pasted congratulatory telegrams carrying best wishes on the start of her new MGM film, "Rhapsody." One wire was signed, "Mother, Daddy and Uncle Howard," another "Irving 'Elephant Boy' Asher" — the producer of "Elephant Walk," her initial film since the birth of the baby. So much activity spelled anything but a ho-hum attitude. We looked at Liz in her striped taffeta lounging coat. Its vivid tones of rose, blue and gold seemed to reflect the shiny smile that teazed in her eyes. Its large velvet collar framed her face and made her look more lovely than lazy. No, we decided, we couldn't agree with her. We'd have to take exception to her statement. "Someone's generating energy in the Wilding household," we argued. "Michael must be the dynamo." "My husband," affirmed Elizabeth (continued on pace 54) Liz, with hubby and Bill Powell, says she and Mike are too lazy to quarrel, but truth is they are ideally mated. 25