Modern Screen (Dec 1949 - Nov 1950)

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lifter a busy day, Rory and Lita settle down before a cozy fire in "he living room of the 75-year-old pine lodge. Rory had set his leart on the Circle-B from the time he came upon it as a youngster. ■ It was a whippy cold day in late February one year ago, and in the mountains above Ojai, the wind was especially sharp to anyone riding in an open car. Lita Baron, bundled up in a hooded parka, looked anxiously at her husband, Rory Calhoun, as he plummeted their hot-rod roadster over the bumpy dirt road in the back country of the Los Padres Forest. For 20 minutes, they bounced in and out of chug-holes until they came upon a sagging gate which blocked the road. It was locked with several chains and prominently posted with an immense sign which fairly shouted, "KEEP OUT.'' But the sign didn't seem to bother Rory. Producing a key, he unlocked the chains and swung open the gate as though he owned the place. Lita repressed her strong urge to ask where they were going. She'd been on this sort of mysterious Sunday drive with her handsome husband before, and she knew better. Rory liked to keep his secrets intact until the last moment. She drew in her breath as Rory shot the car ahead, up a tiny road which {Continued on next page) 49