Modern Screen (Dec 1954 - Dec 1955)

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They've done an amazing thing, Doris Day and her Marty. They've made a marriage out of equal parts of hearts and flowers and sense! BY ELLEN JOHNSON HOLD AND ■ While lunching with Mr. and Mrs. Martin Melcher, someone asked Doris about an interview she had once given. The subject was glamour and it had made pretty funny copy, Doris being of the opinion that they could put a wig on her, arch her eyebrows up to here, plaster the famous freckles with make-up — and still come up with nothing. Less well publicized, the three-million-dollar corporation known as Doris Day also has eyes like star sapphires that focus intently on the face of a speaker. Now, listening to her own old words, she wasn't in the least inclined to deny them, but her expression indicated that she was a noodlehead for having uttered them in the first place. "That must have been a long time ago," she commented with a typically quick, vigorous nod, "because I've stopped knocking myself. Nowadays, if fans stop me for my autograph and tell me how beautiful or glamorous I am, I think it's great. Even if I don't happen to agree with them, I'm glad they think so." "I think you're glamorous," Marty said with gallant promptness. Doris gave him what might be described as a wifely look, composed about equally of love, appreciation and are-you-kidding? "Modesty certainly is a virtue," she resumed, "but the trouble with knocking yourself is that after a while you start believing it. You think you're an ugly duckling, you begin to act like one and then other people are convinced. Not any more! Anyone who wants to think I'm a dazzling, glamorous movie star — why, great!" "Anyone but her," Marty interpolated with a wry grin. "Know what she said to me the other night? She was sitting at her dressing table, brushing her hair, staring at herself in the mirror. Frowning, sort of. Suddenly she turned to me and said, 'Do you think my face is right for pictures?' " Marty shook his handsome head. "She's only been making hits for eight years, and she wants to know if her face is right for pictures! "I'll tell you something," he continued. "She still doesn't know she's a movie star. Doris' greatest quality, besides her talent, is her complete naturalness. If she hears a car in the driveway, (Continued on page 80) ) /