Modern Screen (Dec 1949 - Nov 1950)

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hi \O\M0 Why has a curtain of silence been drawn around Lana Turner since her return to Hollywood? Hedda Hopper found out the truth — from Lana herself. HAPPINESS ! ■ "Come on in, Hedda," invited Lana. "You've just missed Cyclone Malone and Hopalong Cassidy, but if you'll stick around you can watch Beanie with Bob and me. I'm dying to see what happens tonight to Cecil, the Seasick Sea Serpent." I stuck to the doorstep, stunned. Then, "Good gravy," I sputtered, "what kind of double-talk is that from Lana Turner? Are you sure you're yourself?" . Lana grinned. "Never felt better. I'm talking about television! We've got six sets — even a portable TV we take down to the pool. All this besides two movie projectors. We ran two pictures last night and three the night before. . . . Now will you believe me when I say I'm a homebody?" "Believe you?" I came back. "Listen — I'm beginning to get worried about you ! What's happened to the Toppings, anyway — turned hermits?" Lana shook her taffy-topped face, beautiful as ever and twice as alive-looking as I'd seen it in the past few years. "Not quite," she said. "Just turned happy. I'm probably the dullest gal in town, and do you know what? I love it!" I was out to puncture the silk curtain which Mr. and Mrs. Henry J. Topping had drawn about their newsworthy selves ever since they flew back to Hollywood and practically dropped out of sight. After all, Lana used to make a hot headline almost every week. Whatever she did, wherever she went, Lana was streamered with something sensational or sad. Yet, here she'd been back in Hollywood since last July— and in all those months there'd been no news about her more startling than that she and Bob had bought {Continued on page 59) Buying this 12-room home was Bob Topping's idea.