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FOR THE FIRST TIME DURING THEIR TWO AND A HAL
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Doris countered. "For one thing, we didn't take the Olds. I talked Marty into using the Cadillac. For another, I can prove we stopped at the Corner." "Yeah?"
"Yeah — right above the counter there's a sign reading, 'If you prefer to put ashes and cigarette stubs in your cup, please tell the waitress — she'll serve your coffee in an ash tray.' Now, did we stop, or not?"
"You stopped," I agreed. 1 watched Doris polish off the wheatcakes and order a glass of milk. She had on a white sweater filled in the right places. She was also wearing a scrubbed and slightly sexy look, which is pretty good for anyone to achieve at seven-thirty in the morning. I was beginning to like the assignment.
So I said to Doris, "First off, how about climbing into the red bathing suit?"
She looked out through the huge plate glass window, across the 18th green, out over the blue Pacific. "Don't be ridiculous," she said, "the sun's not out. I'm not freezing to death for anybody."
"Okay," I suggested, "let's get out on the golf course for a few shots."
Marty put in his two-bits' worth. "Nix," he said. "Doris doesn't play golf, and she won't pose for any phony pictures about a sport she doesn't go in for."
There you get an idea how difficult it is to deal with some movie stars. "Okay, Doris," I countered, "Pebble Beach is the golfers' paradise, but you don't play golf. You tell us what you will do."
"That's a deal," she retorted. "Let's go."
We did, and I learned a lot of things in the next few hours — about this country we live in. and more particularly about Doris Day and her husband.
For one thing, Doris told me, "You know, we've had the time of our lives in the last few weeks. We've traveled 4,300 miles. I've met a lot of wonderful people and the best thing is I've learned to know my husband."
"Oh, I dunno — you've been married quite awhile and you seem reasonably well acquainted."
"I don't mean that," Doris said as we walked through the grounds of the Lodge toward the swank Del Monte shops. "I never quite got Marty's tastes — you know, always in the dark, quiet business suit. After all, we live in California, where you owe it to your surroundings to go a little overboard with the color and the cut. He claims that some of the outfits I try to push him into make him look like a race track tout. But now that I have visited his home town of North Adams, (Continued on page 62)
"Yipes, the place is going to the dogs," yipped Dodo. She was all set tc buy out the shop till Marty told her "r,o money," and the poodle couldn't find anything to suit her. There's nothing like shopping in California
On famous 17-Mile Drive Doris and Marty visited the scene of the wreck of the John B. Stetson. Dozens of ships crack up here because of the heavy fog. P.S. These are the first white shoes M. Melcher ever owned
Doris takes her first tennis lesson from professional John