Modern Screen (Dec 1948 - Oct 1949)

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Glenn Ford, the sly rascal, has been married all these years and there are still things he doesn't tell his wife. But when Ellie finds out — she'll love him just about twice as much. ■ I've never been one to do too much talking. Which is one of my traits that'll bring Ellie most of her gray hairs when and if she gets them. So, by not being loquacious, I've managed to store up a lot of — shall we say? — "surprises" to hand her someday. For instance, she's eventually going to learn that she hasn't thrown away as many things as she believes. Not things of mine, understand. She's resigned to my mania for collecting all kinds of souvenirs. She gives house-room to such mementoes as a rock I picked up off a rock-pile at a state penitentiary in the Middle West during a visit. (Strictly a voluntary visit!) And she's patient about the aquarium of tropical fish I brought back from Cuba a few years ago. She's never said a word about the wagon wheel I proudly brought home from the desert one day. But she has a passion for throwing away things of her own. I've never objected much to that. But guess what she tried {Continued on page 89) 51