Modern Screen (Dec 1949 - Nov 1950)

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Mr. Taylor stayed home while Mrs. Taylor, Nick, and Liz shopped — and stepped out with Conrad Hilton, Sr. above in New York. ■ The father of the bride has his responsibilities. He has to flatter the caterers, pour the champagne, charm the guests — and foot the bills. Not only that. Even after his daughter has promised her hand, his future son-in-law comes and asks for it. This last, though, was the least of Mr. Taylor's worries. As far as he was concerned, Nicky Hilton could have both his daughter's hands, and all her gloves as well. "He's everything I want for the husband of my daughter," Mr. Taylor has said. "So when he asked to marry her, I couldn't say no." What Mr. Taylor asked Nicky was, "How do you feel about Elizabeth's career?" "I feel fine," Nicky said. "I wouldn't want her to give it up." Mr. Taylor smiled with relief. Bill Pawley had asked her to give it up, since his home and business were both in Florida, and Hollywood was not. Elizabeth thought a while, and decided to give him up. "I feel I ought to tell you," said Mr. Taylor, "she can't cook." "Neither can I," said Nick}'. "Or run a house. . . ." "In the hotel," said Nicky, "all she has to do is call room service." Nicky took a deep breath. "I — I guess you know how I feel about Elizabeth. ..." "Yes. I — I suppose you know how we feel about Elizabeth. . . ." {Continued on page 102)