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By DKAKE III \T
■ Don't let the maps fool you — Paris isn't in France anymore. It's just ten minutes' drive from Hollywood's Brown Derby. Paris is a French peasant house and an old swimming hole, perched on an acre-sized sunny ledge high above Hollywood. And there lives a kind and beautiful Lady Bountiful named Michele Morgan.
Does this sound like a fairy tale to you? Well, it did to hundreds of desperate French refugees, but they found the dreamlike French provincial farm as real as its lovely mistress. The legend began many months ago, and it goes like this:
One Sunday morning last November, Mademoiselle Michele sat in a pink wool bathrobe eating a typical French breakfast of hot chocolate and rolls. She was tired after six days' work in Joan of Paris. and as she sat in her bright kitchen with its shining copper pots and gay pottery figurines, she drank her chocolate and read the American comic strips lazily. She was absorbed in Blondie when the doorbell rang and she hurried to answer it.
On the front porch stood a strange, haggard young boy. At sight of Michele he began talking in rapid French — wildly, as if afraid she'd bolt the door in his face. He explained that he had escaped from Nazi-held France, sailing across the channel in a small boat after killing two German officers, and that he was in Hollywood without a single friend, and with money enough to last him only three more days. He looked at her desperately. "I've written a story about my escape, hoping to sell it to some studio," he said. "I wondered if you . .
Michele asked him in. "I shall try to sell it for you." said she, "and meanwhile may I sell you some breakfast?"
She fed him hot chocolate and rolls that morning, and immediately began calling her friends at studios about his story. While it was being read, he ate endless meals at her home. Then overnight he found himself a Hollywood author working on the story of his escape. You'll see it in due time. It will be the story of a French kid-army, organized to join De Gaulle in the war against the Nazis.
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Michele Morgan is aptly titled Holly, wood's Paris Princess, for her quaint French peasant home is always open to her refugee countrymen who need help
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