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SANDRA DEE
Bridging the gap between adolescence and
maturity is a painful process,
but Sandra's moving towards
Untying th(
apron strings
SANDRA and her mother, Mrs. Eugene Douvan, have always been very close but Sandra's beginning to get a taste of independence.
By MAXINE BLOCK
A HE TELEGRAM arrived, signed with an important industry name, inviting Sandra Dee to a teenage party at a big *jotel. She held it in one hand, tapped it with her long silver-platinum enameled nails, and meditated. "I don't think I'll go," Sandra told her mother, Mrs. Eugene Douvan.
"Sandy, why not? It sounds like a wonderful party to me."
"I'm not going; I just have a feeling about it . . . Still, I hate to hurt anyone by refusing. But there's something odd about it," Sandy mused.
"So, now you're going psychic on me," Mrs. Douvan sighed. "What could be odd about an ordinary telegram? You'll get to meet some new kids; you've worked so hard with final exams and finishing up the picture. Anyway, Saturday's a good night. You can sleep late Sunday . . . why not go and enjoy yourself?"
Just then the phone rang. It was the man calling, saying he hadn't sent the invitation but had heard someone was using his name!
Telling about it, Mary Douvan said, "Sandy has the most amazing intuition about things. That's certainly something I've never taught her. Her instinct is her only guide as to what she does in her career and her social life. Sandra thinks everything over carefully and sometimes she proves that mother doesn't always know best. Now, if only Sandy could get her intuition working 1 on the Case of the Weekly Quart of Ice Cream!"
It seems that every Saturday night for the past two months an unknown youth has deposited a quart of strawberry ice cream at her front door. It comes from the most expensive ice cream shop in Beverly Hills and so far they've been unable to trace the mysterious donor.
Those meeting Sandra and her mother for the first time are both amused and amazed at the relaxed
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