Modern Screen (Dec 1948 - Oct 1949)

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end tik beginning J/ ii. ,ii iI5tei« Mark Stevens (on the ground) and Rory Calhoun in a scene from Safid. He was so loaded with luck it broke his back. His luck's still the same, but now Mark has learned how to take it. BY JACK WADE ■ One morning last summer when Mark Stevens was on location for Sand near Durango, Colorado, he bounced out of bed bright and early. The sun was shining, the sky was blue, the air like wine. He felt swell and he couldn't wait for the cameras to roll. He even hummed a tune as he bumped along the road to the shooting site. His wife, Annelle, gave her blithe mate a sleepy glance. "You seem pretty cheery and chipper for so early in the morning, dear," she said. "Tip-top and right as rain!" Steve replied. "What a day!" Well . . . In the very first scene he dived under a barbed wire fence and laid open a long gash in his neck. No sooner was that patched up than a wasp buzzed up and let him have it in a particularly tender spot. Mark rallied to stage a slam-bang movie slugfest with Rory Calhoun. Rory muffed his timing and a ring on his finger laid open Mark's eye. He slapped collodion on that and noticed that he felt dizzy and hot. "High altitude sunburn," explained a local citizen. Mark stepped to a tumbling mountain stream, slopped water on his face and drank. Pretty soon he had belly pains and they wobbled him off to bed. He was laid up three days with dysentery. "Honey," croaked Mark to Annelle, as she spooned him milk toast in the motel, "you are married to a guy who's loaded with luck. The trouble is — it's all bad!" Mark Stevens isn't really so depressed as all that about his shake out of life. Actually, come to count it up, he knows he's one of the most fortunate characters on this earth. His terrific talent got a break where he could prove it. No one knows better than Mark about the thwarted thousands bruising 62