Modern Screen (Dec 1953 - Nov 1954)

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'In school, when I was nine years old, I played a duck.' Out of my eye I see Levy starts to sweat, he thinks she doesn't sell me but her honesty sells me. She is sexy, too, but in an unsexy way. Her sex sneaks up on you. 'If you feel sad,' I say, 'sing, me a sad song.' She sings a song not so sad, "Embraceable You." The voice is good, but the heart is everything. I tell them, 'We'll test.' " The tests run, he communed with himself in the dark projection room. "Mike, you need courage. Go ahead and gamble with the company's million dollars." But he staked his own reputation, too, by putting her under personal contract — a contract later sold to Warner Brothers. W/"ithin two weeks Doris was facing the ** cameras. To her, the whole business seemed unreal. She'd written her mother about the tests. "I don't know what'll happen, but I'm not going to worry. If it's meant to be, it will be." Such was her state of confusion that, phoning a few days later, she was about to hang up when Mom asked, "What about the movies?" "Oh, I forgot. I signed a seven-year contract." Which doesn't mean that she underrated her fabulous break. But a seven-year contract, with options, sounds grander than it is, since the studio can drop you at the end of any six months. Not till Romance and its fresh young singing star hit with a maior wallop, did Doris feel any security under her feet. And once the rains came, they fell in a golden deluge. "It's Magic" climbed and crossed the million mark. Bob Hope called Levy. "Why didn't you tell me about Doris Day?" "You wouldn't listen." "Well, I'm listening now." "Now it'll cost you." "Now she's worth it," groaned Hope, and Doris became featured vocalist on his show. Three years after Curtiz took his calculated plunge, she entered the magic circle of Hollywood's ten top moneymakers. Her professional triumphs are written in the history of records and radio, in a roll call of pictures down through Calamity Jane and Lucky Me. The coming of Terry and Mom eased her private hurts. In the warmth of home created by her mother, she was at last living under the same roof with her six-year-old, and her first objective was to woo him without disturbing his closeness to the Nana they both loved. Nana helped. When, by long habit, he turned to her, she'd refer him elsewhere. "Whatever your mother says is right." As for Doris, she took it step by patient step, respected his individuality, refrained from over-demonstraton, grinned "Hi!" when she wanted to cry "Darling!" One day he popped in with a skinned knee and ran to her, instead of Nana, for comfort. She bathed the knee, kissed him, sent him out to play and sat smiling to herself like a freckled mandarin. But mother and son, however dear, couldn't fill her life. A career certainly couldn't. "When you're not married," she stated flatly, "you're lonely." To escape loneliness, she took a brief spin on the Hollywood merry-go-round, and dropped off with the taste of ashes in her mouth. Financial security wasn't happiness, success bore no relation to peace. These she found through two men. One had been her husband, one was her husband-to-be. She met George to discuss their divorce, which wasn't filed till eighteen months after they separated. As they talked, she watched him with growing wonder. He was a man with quiet eyes who had exchanged tensions for serenity, irresolution for strength. "Something has happened to you!" "Yes," he agreed. "Would you like me to tell you about it?" His way toward inner harmony had led through Christian Science. In that crucial hour, he revealed a new attitude of the spirit which she'd never thought possible to him. At first she listened incredulously, then with mounting eagerness. He told her where to go for guidance. Before long the philosophy of Christian Science captured her, gave her life fresh meaning. Everyone seeks his own road to God. Through one channel or another, Doris' questing soul would have found hers in the end. She found it sooner because of George Weidler. "Some day I'll meet the right man," she prophesied, and he won't be a man who smites me off my feet. I've been smitten!" Marty Melcher didn't smite her, nor did she perform any like service for him. Transacting most of her business with Al Levy, she'd seen his partner around — tall, dark, withdrawn — reportedly heading for divorce from Patti Andrews. Too bad, thought Doris, and dismissed it, a girl who's all for minding her own affairs. The first date wasn't a date. To Melcher, it loomed as a pain in the neck. "I've been called out of town," Levy told him. "Will you take Doris Day to her broadcast tonight, see that everything goes smoothly?" Hooked, Marty canceled his plans as any agent must for a profitable client, saw the job through, prepared to drive the girl home. "I'm hungry," she said, without ulterior motive. "I'm hungry," is her theme song. Day or night, she craves food as though she'd been starved from birth. They stopped in for a snack. Under her native friendliness, Marty thawed a little. He found this blonde Miss Huckleberry Finn (as she'd been tagged by her fans) easy to talk to. He found himself wanting to talk to her again, so he asked her to dinner. As dates multiplied and Hollywood linked their names, both scoffed, "It's just business." Maybe they thought so. Maybe, having been burned, they pushed away tenderer possibilities. Maybe they were just kidding themselves. In any case, Doris began leaning on him for services beyond the call of duty. "Marty, can you come over? The faucet's leaking." Mom started timing meals for his arrival. Terry shoved his chair so close that the other could barely bend an elbow. "What are you doing that for?" Doris asked. "Because I like him." According to Mom, it was the family doctor who opened her eyes. "Cardiac condition there," he commented, as fair head and dark vanished into the den with papers to sign. "And a good thing, too. He's the sort she ought to marry." "Marry? Why, he's here on business!" "I bet!" chuckled the medic. THhe roots of trust and friendship grew deep before love flowered — or before they acknowledged it to the world. "We're not engaged," caroled Dodo. "Nobody planned, nobody promised anything. We're just in love. We're just going to be married as soon as we can." This announcement was preceded by a confab with Terry. You don't bring husbands into a boy's home without finding out how the boy stands, as if Doris didn't know. That night he opened the door to Marty with a flour