Modern Screen (Dec 1949 - Nov 1950)

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breakdown, a bitter ending not new to Hollywood. But now,there's a bappy, gentle Ann. ■ Last spring, work seemed to have caught up with Ann Blyth. She was tired. Even when she woke up in the morning she felt like taking a nap. And when she took a nap she didn't feel like getting up. Here she was, just old enough to vote, and already it seemed as if she'd have to retire from public life. From the age of 14 she'd been on the go — round upon round of pictures, radio appearances, promotional tours and benefit performances had finally drained her energy, and now she was faced with the frightening thought that it was over. She was finished. Before she'd give in, though, she went to Texas on a benefit tour with Pat O'Brien, then to Chicago, then back to Texas. Somewhere in between she got a severe case of laryngitis that kept her from singing for three days. The doctors cleared it up with penicillin, but her throat still pained her. She knew then that she was facing a crisis, but she'd committed herself to singing "My Foolish Heart" at the Academy Awards. And a commitment, to her, is a command. She sang the song, and no one among the millions who heard her could have suspected that behind this rich, full voice there was nothing but nerve, because almost everything else was used up. The next day Ann had to face facts. She was standing right at the end of the rope, and she could do one of two things. She could keep going by the use of stimulants, as others before her had done, or she could make a definite change in her way of life, as few had the courage to do. The former course had led many to disaster, the latter had brought others professional oblivion. But Ann knew that somehow and very soon she must regain the vigor she had lost; and her rare good sense told her that there was only one way to do it. She placed herself in the hands of a doctor. Doctors, however, aren't miracle-makers. If your appendix is sore they'll take it out, and if you have a fever they'll bring it down, but what happens after they've done their work is often a question of luck. Ann's doctor told her that her tonsils were infected and were discharging poison into her system. Ann had known that her tonsils had been less than healthy (Continued on page 88) Ann lunches at the Valencia Hotel in La Jolla with Marshall Thompson and Millard Mitchell. After a week's run in Our Town, she returned home to play opposite Mario Lanza in The Life of Caruso. 41