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By JIM COOPER
CLINT WALKER'S
All-or-nothing
gamble
GOLD MINING in Northern California occupied Clint, his wife Lucille, and daughter Valerie, 10, during his year's suspension.
In a move that astounded Hollywood, Clint walked out on his career to prove his own worth; today hes reaping ample rewards
H
IGH ON A secluded, sun-crowned hill overlooking southern San Fernando Valley stood Clint Walker's new rambling green modern home. A light orchid Cadillac sedan was in the driveway. A specially rigged four-wheeldrive International carryall — the same one which Clint had driven into the wilds of Northern California during his year of self-imposed exile from Burbank's sound stages — was in the breezeway, in front of his newlyequipped garage workshop. Alongside the metallic blue carryall was the alloy clipper motorcycle, the dirt bike he had used to forge through trackless mountain terrain where the truck could not pass.
It could be seen at a glance that Clint enjoyed much greater privacy and many more creature comforts than when he had lived in the teeming lowlands of North Hollywood. Unquestionably, the tall, taciturn comeback star of TV's "Cheyenne" and of the current Warner picture, "Yellowstone Kelly," had gone up in the world since being restored to the studio payroll. But it also was readily apparent that the prodigal had not chosen to celebrate his return with any startling graduation in his standard of living. He had moved into a pleasant suburban neighborhood — but it was no outpost of movie star opulence like Beverly Hills or Royal Oaks.
In an age of status seekers, in perhaps the world's capital of status worship, there was beguiling evidence that Clint Walker was a dogged social phenomenon — a status scoffer. This impression was bolstered when no maid and no butler but Clint himself came to the door. His tousled dark brown hair and the beads of perspiration on his forehead showed that he had been interrupted from household chores. Even
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