Screenland Plus TV-Land (Jul 1959 - May 1960)

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BE AN ACTIVE GLAMOUR GIRL with BEAUTIFUL, SMART FASHIONS for SPORTS . . . DRIVING . . . HOUSEWORK . . . OFFICf . . . DATES \t seven o'clock we made our grand ance. Too grand. We stood frozen in doorway of the patio where we found guests gathered. Everyone was either he swimming pool or sprawling comably around it. Not a single one of other girls had on anything more lal than a bathing suit. And the only there in a jacket was the bartender. [ did my best to make a quick re•ry and muttered some silly excuse for formal clothes. One of those hollow ks about having just come from anr party — a black tie affair. My date gave me no support. With a bination of chilling sarcasm and a 'ft of heat that wilted my collar, she larked, 'Yes, a black tie affair. And know how those are: — always over by n o'clock!' We might have salvaged the evening ehow, if the main course at dinner n"t been hot dogs. And my date hadn't ped mustard down the front of her dress and the handle of her paper hadn't collapsed so that she splashed ding coffee across her bosom at the sip and she hadn't broken the spike of her shoe when it got caught be%n the rustic stones of the grassTed patio. •S-'ho'm I kidding? That evening was >nd salvaging the minute my date sed to share the not-too-heavy burden try embarrassment and go along with silly but harmless little gag about |ng come directly from a formal affair 'he patio party. Sharing is a very important thing to Hugh went on. "I once goofed in " looking the importance of sharing. | I've never forgotten it. 'ft was when I was a landscape gar-iT — that's fancy for pushing a lawn <er, in my case. I almost used to earn ving that way while I was working 1 studying at a little theatre at night. To pad out my earnings, I rented a 4 trailer and ran an ad offering the itional service of hauling garden rubto the dump — for a reasonable fee. it with all the pruning and trimming INOR goof is sometimes worse than a big , says Hugh who knows from experience, going on in California gardens almost constantly, I did pretty well with it. "One day, on a late afternoon trip to the city dump, I ran into a family of coyotes, those little prairie wolves that live in the hills around here and howl against civilization in the dead of night. "I thought it would be cute to have a coyote as a pet, so I captured a baby one and tried to train and treat it like a dog. But I goofed. "He never forgot he was a wild coyote and not a pet pup. When I brought him his meals he acted as though we were rivals for the food. He figured if he ate me first, I couldn't get away with his dinner. So I had to tie him up to feed him, which made for a pretty unfriendly relationship between us. "When 1 took him out in my car, I had to keep him chained tight. Even so, gas station attendants used to make me fill my own tank because they were afraid to come within fighting range of my 'pet.' '"That coyote simply didn't want to share anything with me, and I couldn't share him with anyone else. We were both lonely and I finally took him back to the dump and let him go loose to run wild in the hills where he belonged. "But I'd learned my lesson. The real value of a pet, like the real value of books, music, paintings, sports — any hobby — is in sharing it with others." No matter how far he's come since his lawn mower-pushing days, every once in a while Hugh still has a hankering to get out and dig in the garden. But following an experience he went through in his early Earp era, he has kept the urge severely under control. "I had rented a nice house in Benedict Canyon, with a fine garden. Bushes . . . flowers . . . trees . . . lawns." Hugh sketched in the lush landscaping with a few eloquent gestures. "For a while I think I got my greatest pleasure out of knowing I didn't have to manicure that big. beautiful garden. "But one day the old pro in me surged up. I decided the gardener who came with the place wasn't on the ball. I thought he had let the wild roses especially get way out of hand. I got some tools together and I spent most of that weekend cutting and clipping, tearing out the woody underbrush and getting rid of plants that weren't flourishing. That rose garden was trimmed within an inch of its life by the time I got through with it. "The following week I had my landlord over to dinner, and while we were having cocktails I walked him out to the rose garden so he could see what a treasure of a tenant he had in me. "He took one horrified look at the rose garden and gave it to me straight: I had carefully removed his rarest plants. Torn out his choicest specimens. 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