Hollywood (1939)

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V»epayP°sUR' and sh«> Gold Standard Watch Dept.A-394, Newton, Mass. Rush offer. G Lady's D Man's Numr •Addrttt and her mother sleep. Here the furniture is maple in Early American style, and on one of the ladder-backed chairs slumbers the doll which Shirley bought some months ago in Los Angeles for three dollars and fifty cents. She didn't have the three fifty with her when she fell in love with this rosy beauty and she declined Mrs. Temple's offer of a loan, because "then I wouldn't be buying it with my own money." But the saleswoman put the doll away for her and next day Shirley, having raided one of the little Mexican pig banks which she hides from herself all over the playroom at home, brought the required sum in dimes and nickels. But, attractive though the inside of the desert "hideout" unquestionably is, Shirley spends as little time as possible under its roof. She is outdoors in the sunshine and the magic desert air so much that she grows nearly as brown as the Indians who stand statuesquely about the warm mineral springs on the outer edge of town. There is plenty to keep her outdoors, if it were only the ever-changing face of the great San Jacinto mountain which leaps skyward practically from beside Shirley's bungalow, and wears, at most seasons a hood of snow. But there is more than scenery to coax her from the house. Directly behind the bungalow is the swimming pool, and its transparent aquamarine depths are a constant invitation.' Directly in front of the bungalow is the badminton court. Shirley is a terrific player, and can beat even good men players. Nearby is the archery range, with space for a fascinating game called "wild duck", which is somewhat like "pin the tail on the donkey," but played with darts. Not far distant are the tennis courts. And there is a long, winding driveway where Shirley rides her bicycle with the balloon tires. ■ Though when she is at her "hideaway" Shirley is on vacation from the studio, she is not on vacation from school work. Consequently, her "hideout" days are busy ones. She is up by eight in the morning and into a sun-suit — dressing takes no time at all. Then she is off for a spin around the grounds on her bicycle, hopping off at the bungalow door in time to go with her mother to the hotel dining room at nine for a light breakfast of cereal, fruit, and milk; no coffee. Sometimes in the interval between breakfast and lunch, Shirley goes for a horseback ride. Almost always she takes a few snapshots with the little Americanmade camera that she bought for ten dollars in Bermuda last summer. Like the doll, this camera was purchased from money which Shirley saved out of her allowance of ten dollars a month. The probabilities are, however, that sometime during the forenoon Shirley will drop everything for another whirl on her beloved bike. Or she may entice some one into mounting, with her, the two-seated bike on which she rides tandem with her father or one of her brothers or her teacher, Miss Klampt. She has tried to induce her mother to mount it, but hasn't succeeded yet. ■ Promptly at twelve she shows up with her mother in the hotel dining room for lunch, usually soup, salad, maybe a very thin lamb chop, and ice cream or chocolate pudding. By ten minutes of one she is back in the bungalow. At one, school begins in the living room. Shirley's favorite study at present is American history. Her enthusiasm for it was heightened by last summer's trip to New England. But she likes arithmetic, too. Right now she's having a tussle with fractions. "What kind of fractions?" she was asked. Shirley gave an impish smile. "The hard kind," she replied. When the sun drops behind the tall tip of San Jacinto, Shirley can tell that school is almost over for the day. Twenty minutes later, at four o'clock, the books are put away. Like the other movie children, Shirley has a teacher assigned by the Board of Education but paid by the studio. She uses schoolbooks that must be kept clean and in good condition because they are State property. With just the same instruction and exams given all the other California school children, Shirley is in the second half of the fifth grade. This, at nine years, is a little ahead of average. The only break she gets as a movie child is shorter school hours, but, with individual instruction, she can learn more on less time. School over, Shirley dashes out of the house again. Very likely she goes for a swim in the pool, if she hasn't had one that morning. Promptly at six — for they are a prompt family— Shirley skips over to the hotel for supper. Again it is a light meal, usually a couple of vegetables, perhaps some chicken, a tomato and lettuce salad, milk. By seven o'clock supper is finished and Shirley is back in the bungalow, reading, or writing in her treasured diary. She has kept up this diary for over a year, and she has never shown anybody an item in it except that she let her father and mother read, under promise of secrecy, the first two entries. The diary locks, and Shirley keeps the key on a ribbon around her neck. Or, to be sure, she may work on her map. She is making a map of her "hideout". But whatever she is doing, she stops at eight and goes to bed. To her way of thinking the "hideout" has only one blemish. "There aren't any rattlesnakes," complained the girl who likes Injuns and G-men. "I always thought deserts had them. But I guess rattlesnakes are shy and got frightened off by all of the bikes!" How Did An "Ugly Duckling" Become a Hollywood Star? It is a fascinating story. Lucille Ball claims that everything about her was wrong for the cameras, and she tells how she corrected a strange walk, a stranger voice, a fatal tendency to buy the wrong clothes and hats. She can laugh about it now, but there was no joke about it when she began to make herself over. Read it in May HOLLYWOOD Magazine. On the stands April 10. 48