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BY SUZANNE SCHEIRER
Don't room with a movie star! Not unless you're prepared for roses in the bathtub, bear cubs in the livingroom, and badminton all over the house !
The author, blonde Suzanne Scheirer, prefers to do the driving for herself and impulsive roomie Elaine Stewart; she is often routed out of bed for 3 A.M. spins to the desert or ocean.
■ I opened the door of my apartment, put one foot inside, and stopped dead. I may be a coward, but I wasn't going in until I knew whether I was seeing things or not.
I wasn't. My roommate, Elaine Stewart, was sitting in the middle of the livingroom rug, wearing a pair of black satin slacks, and in her arms she was cradling a baby bear. I was used to the black satin slacks, and I shouldn't have been surprised by the bear, because when you live with a movie star you shouldn't be surprised by anything.
It's like living with an electric spark, a runaway freight train, or the bubbles from a glass of champagne. It's playing Hamlet at four in the morning in costumes made of colored napkins and swimming by moonlight in the Pacific Ocean, and never knowing what to expect next.
The bear came from a South American admirer — if admirer is the right word. He had flashing eyes, wavy hair, and a Spanish temper. He met Elaine on the set while she was making Take The High Ground. When Elaine refused to go out with him. he got so angry that he threatened to send her an alligator. I guess he couldn't find an alligator, so he sent the bear instead.
There was the time I started to take a bath and almost stepped into the middle of the 412 red roses that were floating aimlessly around the bathtub. And there was the time Elaine felt like playing badminton.
The roses were a gift from the Navy. Or rather from a Naval squadron that chose her its queen. Each man in the squadron had sent her a rose, and the only vase Elaine (Continued on page 61)
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