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Adult beyond her years, Shirley at 21 is poised and competent.
■ When Shirley Temple and John Agar were .married, three years ago, newspapers all over Europe bannered the glad news in headlines — but the pictures of Shirley they printed were taken when she was seven years old.
This hatched a swarm of indignant letters which flew to her mother, Gertrude, like stinging bees.
"How could you permit such a horrible thing to happen to your precious child?" they demanded in various languages. "What goes on in America anyway?" The angry implication was plain : Ozark Child-bride weddings had spread to Hollywood, with the world's dimpled darling the innocent victim.
Shirley was almost 18 when that happened, is now the mother of a year-old child, and this April 23rd attains her majority of 21 years — at which time she can vote, sue and be sued, qualify for jury duty and even be hanged if she murders somebody. And yet in her public's mind, obviously, it's no fair for Shirley Temple to grow up.
She has made seven adult pictures in the past five years — yet shestill receives dolls for her collection from all over the world. The other day, driving her blue Cadillac a fraction over the speed limit, a traffic cop wailed her' down and handed her a ticket with a sheepish grin.
"You really weren't going so fast," he admitted, "but I couldn't resist the chance to tell my kids I'd arrested Shirley Temple."
Living down the "Princess Shirley" legend is a large order for Shirley Temple, grown up or not. Luckily, she enjoys it. Luckily, she finds it a challenge, especially since she's picking her own pictures, planning her own career, handling her own deals, running her own house, and in general paddling her own canoe — very swiftly, too. Luckily, the inevitable changes in Shirley's face and figure, her likes and dislikes, tastes and temperament, private and professional life have dimmed not a whit the world-wide worship which still wells up at the very mention of her name.
Recently a foreign wire service asked her to talk over the transatlantic telephone to Paris. She agreed and the alert was flashed to France: "Shirley Temple will talk to you at such and such an hour, such and such a day."
Shirley was immediately flooded with cablegrams from
Shirley's cottage in Brentwood is just down the hillslope from her parents' house. Here on the lawn are the Agars, Lanny (their collie) and Chris (Mrs. Temple's boxer).
Jack and Shirley try out the floor in the downstairs ■playroom of their house. This photograph is one in an exclusive series that continues on the following pages.