Modern Screen (Dec 1949 - Nov 1950)

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■ The ball skimmed down the highly glossed lane, made straight for its mark and connected. "Zowie!" said Jerome Courtland, ''Another strike!" The girls on our team glared for a moment at the all-male team we were competing against. Then, they shifted their glare to us. "Lucky hit," we mumbled feebly. And to think it had started out with the makings of such a wonderful evening. May we have Scotch tape put over our mouths if we ever sound off on such another "bright" suggestion. A group of us — Lex Barker, Shelley Winters, Douglas Dick, Arlene Dahl, Adele Mara, Dick Clayton, Jerome Courtland, Sally Forrest, Keefe Brasselle, Barbra Fuller, Richard Foote and we Churchills — had gone over to one of our favorite spots, Art Linkletter's Bowling Alley. Art, head man of the "People Are Funny" and "House Party" radio shows, was in gay spirits. He'd just scanned the reviews from the film he's in with Ronald Colman and Celeste Holm, Champagne for Caesar. "Tonight," he'd greeted us, "I'm your host. Everything's on the house." It could have been his benevolent mood that put our common sense into a tailspin, but soon we suggested, "Let's divide into teams and have a bowling match." "Fine!" said Art, "Fine! . . . And say — since most of the help is busy with the — ahem! — paying customers, the losers can fix food afterward for the winners. Okay?" This was, naturally, very okay with everybody. Then we chose up sides. Funny how things never quite work out the way you think. We didn't get Jerry Courtland or Keefe Brasselle (who always bowl a high score) on our team. In fact, we didn't get any boys: It was the fellas against the girls. "Don't worry," Shelley Winters encouraged us, "we'll bowl circles around 'em!" This proved to be a good description of Shelley's bowling technique. She reached for the ball, took frowning aim and, with a potent semi-circular swing, let go. The ball sped down the lane, halfway down nimbly jumped the gutter and wound up in the neighboring lane. (Continued on next page) The ladies were pitted against the gents in this hilarious bowling party — where sometimes the pins fell down, but more often the gals. A top scorer at the bowling party was MGM newcomer Keefe Brasselle formerly q champ bowler.