Modern Screen (Dec 1949 - Nov 1950)

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Tampax Incorporated, Palmer, Mass. (Continued from page 45) "Yes, I know." There wasn't much more to be said. Shortly after the engagement was announced, and the date set, Mrs. Taylor and Elizabeth and Nicky went to New York to see plays and be given parties. Mr. Taylor was left holding his head. Mr. Taylor is a reserved and quiet man. He has his own work, and his own life, and the only thing he knows about Elizabeth's career is that it's better handled by a woman — his wife. His part in the wedding, though, was a different matter. A day after the women and Nicky had gone, 400 engraved invitations to the reception were delivered into Mr. Taylor's hands. Faced with the prospect of licking 400 stamps, he went around to the Beverly Hills Hotel just to make sure it would still be there at reception time. "Will everything be in order?" Mr. Taylor asked the manager. The manager sniffed his carnation. "Perhaps we can have the reception another time?" he asked politely. "Another time?" said Mr. Taylor. "Another time?" The manager bowed and shrugged his shoulders. "It is impossible," he explained. "Another party has made reservations many months ago." Mr. Taylor rushed over to the Bel-Air Country Club to make new arrangements. "You wish hors d'ouevres?" asked the manager. "Naturally," said Mr. Taylor. "Cold or hot?" "Does it matter?" "Hot hors d'oeuvres are more expensive." "Cold hors d'oeuvres," said Mr. Taylor. The manager wrinkled up his nose. "Cold smoked salmon?" he said. "At a wedding reception?" "All right," said Mr. Taylor. "Hot. Make everything hot." "Perhaps we should wait," suggested the manager, "until the lady returns — the mother of the bride. Because no matter what arrangements the father makes, when the lady comes there are changes." "I said hot," said Mr. Taylor. "I won't have cold fish at my daughter's wedding reception." Elizabeth called him long distance that night. "We're having such a wonderful time," she said. "I'm so excited." "Would you like cold salmon," he said, "or hot frankfurters?" "What?" "Never mind, dear," he said. "I've already decided." Mr. Taylor manfully kept his problems to himself, because he approved of Nicky Hilton, and he wanted to do his best for him. Mr. Taylor liked Nicky the first time he saw him. That was the evening he'd come to take Elizabeth to a party and had been introduced to the family. "Seems older than his age," said Mr. Taylor to his wife, after they'd gone. "Seems as if he knows what he wants.' "I have a feeling about him," said Mrs. Taylor. "You know, intuitive. I think we'll be seeing a good deal of him." The next time he saw Nicky, Mr. Taylor was even more impressed. They all had dinner one night at one of the Hilton hotels. An older man came up to Nick to confer on a point of management. Nicky gracefully excused himself from his girl and her family, and attended to his job. "He has a good head for business," Mr. Taylor said. "I like that boy." For a while, though, the Taylors heard him more than they saw him. Whenever they picked up the phone Nick was on it. "May I speak to Liz?" he'd say, every evening between six and seven. The way Liz floated to the phone, and hung on to it, and then drifted off in a kind of trance told the Taylors more than explanations could. She was acting like a young girl in love — which is exactly what she was. She isn't the sort of sophisticate many people imagine. Actually, Nick is only the second man in her life. For an 18-year-old movie star time moves quickly, and it's surprising that a girl as beautiful and famous as Liz has been engaged only twice. Glenn Davis was her first big crush. But they were never engaged. No ring: no announcement; only a gold football that meant little more to her than a sentimental trinket. There were plenty of dates, of course. Then there was Bill Pawley. After that, people talked about her and Vic Damone and Monty Clift. They didn't mean a thing, but when Liz goes out, the newspapers go to town. This upsets Elizabeth and her mother and father. "If Liz ever retires," her father says, "it'll be because she can't bear the invasion of her privacy. She knows the value of publicity, but she's human, and a human being needs a private life, a room without a spotlight." Nick understood this when he dated her. He knew how to evade publicity hounds, but he also knew that a certain amount of notoriety was unavoidable. And he knew how to handle Elizabeth. When he came to dinner there were never any disagreements between them. Liz and Nick liked the same things, and what Nick liked and Liz didn't, she learned to like. They both enjoy parties and people. They both work hard at thenseparate careers. They both love to go horseback riding. At the beginning, Nick played golf and Elizabeth couldn't. Then suddenly she started asking her father about mashie shots and spoons and sand traps, and started practicing drives in the living room. "This is getting serious," thought Mr. Taylor. "Only something had better happen before the rug gives out" What happened was Nick invited Elizabeth to meet his father. Then the Taylors were invited to meet his father. Then they you won't want to miss any of these other outstanding dell magazines on sale now at newsstands everywhere . . . perry como album gable's secret marriage Hollywood family album #4 Hollywood year book SCreen album (summer edition) radio album (spring edition) screen stories