Modern Screen (Jan-Nov 1947)

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ONCE SHE ONLY MODELLED MINKS— AND DREAMED OF OWNING ONE. NOW THAT LIZABETH'S GOT HER OWN, SHE WALKS ON IT— BUT SHE TAKES HER SHOES OFF FIRST! By Irene Greengard ■ She had a date with Burt Lancaster (back before Burt got married) and when he came to call for her, he noticed an extravagantly beautiful mink coat thrown across a chair, and he grinned. Lizabeth was a kid to whom a mink coat had seemed terribly important, and she'd done a lot of talking about it. She intended to have one, and she intended to buy it herself. Lancaster was standing there, touching the soft fur, and finally, Lizabeth appeared, pulling on gloves. "So you made it," Burt said. "You got your mink." She looked at him for a minute, and then she picked the coat up and spread it on the floor, and walked over it. "I notice you took your shoes off," he said drily. "Well, sure," she said. "I don't want to wreck the thing! But seriously, I guess I was just proving something to myself." "Like-what?" "Like now that I've got a mink coat, I think it's very pretty, but it doesn't matter much." Burt sighed. "Scott, I think you're growing up." Which was about the size of it. For a while, she'd been so sure. She was going to be a career girl, and have money and clothes and people staring at her in the streets — until the day she woke, up feeling like a dope. After that, she was more {Continued on page 123)