Modern Screen (Dec 1948 - Oct 1949)

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(Not that we minded, but it might have been better if he hadn't filled over half of our plates with delectable but calory -filled scalloped potatoes.) Martha Hyer and Dick Jackson migrated out to the flagstone terrace to eat their dinners. Here, Bob had umbrella tables and chairs set up. Others, more venturous, walked down the narrow stepping-stone path, bordered with camellias, to dine beside the swimming pool. This was heavenly. A warm night, a ceiling of stars, jasmine and honeysuckle heavy in the air, and — leave us face it — heavenly food. . . . After dinner, Don O'Connor decided that now was the time to play games. Dick Flato — who has the killer role in Vendetta — gave Don a crafty glance as he suggested that oldie, Drop the Handkerchief. Tony Curtis immediately excused himself from participating. Tony, you see, was wearing the dashing Beau Brummel outfit Douglas Fairbanks, Jr., had sported in The Fighting O'Flynn. And the skin-tight trousers were just that — skin tight. "As far as I'm concerned," he announced, "if any fair lady drops her handkerchief tonight, I'll just have to let it lie there — for security reasons!" Thereafter we played everything from charades to monopoly. The latter was at Don's request. The guy won every game. By the time "Diamond Jim" O'Connor's winning streak was over, we were all too weary to compete. So we went exploring in the trophy room. Here, Bob keeps part of his umpteen (we counted 30 on one table alone) medals and awards for sailing, flying, skeet-shooting, polo and just about every sport but jacks. Though we literally had to drag Bob into the room, we did finally wring out one statement about his interests in sports. Seems his fervor for death-defying motor cycle and motorboat racing is getting to be a thing of the past. When he was an I aerial gunnery instructor in the Navy, one of the new recruits accidentally shot 25 : holes into his plane. It was then that Bob decided that if he ever lived to be a I civilian, he'd take it a bit easier. Dying in bed holds a great appeal for him, now. Also in the room was Bob's desk, piled high with papers, books, and letters. (It looked almost as cluttered as does ours when we're writing our newspaper movie column.) Right next to the desk is where the phonograph console usually sits. "But," groaned Bob, "I got ambitious. Thought it would be more convenient to have the records and paraphernalia on the patio." The moving job proved to be a little more strenuous than he'd anticipated — for the console weighs 400 pounds. After one push, he'd called for reenforcements. But the effort had been worthwhile — at least, for those who hadn't had to labor! The phonograph kept spinning most of the evening. Even in the trophy room you could catch faint strains of the "Polonaise" or the last chorus of "So In Love." When we returned to the patio, we found I Annie Rooney trying out a second piece of pie for size. She'd planed in from New York that afternoon and was a house guest of the O'Connors. Just before we'd left for the party, Don and Gwen had frantically called us with the stimulating question of where to find a costume for Annie at eight o'clock on a Saturday night. The problem had finally been solved when Gwen had taken a large hem in one of Annie's black dresses, added a doily atop her brown locks, and presented her with a duster (vaguely resembling a dish mop). Viola! She was a French maid. All evening Shirley and John wore matching smiles and looked as pleased as punch. Thirteen-month-old Linda Susan | had soloed for the first time that morning. Shirl had been bedded with the sniffles for several days and had been isolated from the baby. When she recovered, Su-Su had been so glad to see her that she'd promptly started walking toward her. The balloons and serpentines, which had s been neglected up until now, were re-discovered. Mike North and Dick Flato en ! tered into a balloon-blowing marathon. It ! wasn't until Mike was blue in the face from puffing into his balloon that Barbara Lawrence let him in on the fact that there was a pinsize hole in the bottom of it. Guy and Gail were back doing their Latin-American antics and rapidly gaining converts. We all finally formed into a long conga line and — one, two, three, ugh! — wove around the living room and den. Footloose and fancy dress — that we were, , that we were! The End s 'fiecta/c^&l /o cm/I Sbettdekb The 1948-49 edition of Modern Screen's exclusive "Super-Star Information Chart" is something no real fan should be without. It's a 32-page pocket encyclopedia of over 500 of your favorite stars — complete with birthdates, hobbies, real names, recent pictures and inside facts. 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