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those words nor the look in Johnny's eyes when he said them.
"Well." said Pat O'Brien when 1 prodded the Celtic cells of the O'Brien memory . . . "well, I say thanks for the memory of a certain Russian Inn vvhere I mustered up courage to ask Eloise to marry me; for the memory of the light in her eyes that put to shame tiie blazing candles on the table; for the Russian Cossack music that was no wilder than the beating ol my heart at that moment. It's the happiest memory I have— topped only by the years we have been together ..."
It was Ronald Colman who said "Childhood memories seem the most unforgettable to me ... I think I shall remember the longest the time I thought I would help my father with his garden. Now, my father was something of a horticulturist and his garden was his passion and his pride. One day— I must have been about seven— I decided to surprise father b\ doing some weeding for him. I did. And succeeded in pulling up something simply priceless. It was one of his rare, very rare bulbs. I stil! remember the look in my father's eves when he regarded my handiwork. I still remember with what admirable self-control he made himself realize the motive back of the mischief done. It is my most unforgettable memory because it was my first realization that the more I kept myself to myself the better off I would be. I have never lost that realization."
Richard Arlen, too, believes that of all our memories the memories of childhood sink the deepest and linger the longest. He said, "Childhood memories are best because nothing sullies them. I had a happy, carefree life as a kid and am forever grateful for it. Recently I went home to visit Mother and Dad. I wandered over many of the spots I remembered as a youngster. The lot where we played baseball is now an apartment house; the grove where we picnicked, the roads where we scuffed our bare feet are
now a series of paved streets. In fact nothing was as I remembered it except Mother and Dad. And yet nothing was changed. Not really. It was then I learned [Continued on page 68]
Spencer Tracy will never forget a lesson his son once taught him.
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