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DESIGN FOR LOVING continued
Now able to retire entirely, Lita once supplied most of the family income when Rory was getting his acting start, still can't resist singing professionally now and then.
Most of the Calhouns' friends are sportsmen, non-show business people Rory has known for years. Dale Robertson and Guy Madison are very close friends, though.
And to top off my blessings," Rory says, "Lita looks great in jeans!"
(Continued from page 52) won't remember me, but the last time I saw you was in San Jose when a gang of us came down from a lumber camp to hear Cugat. I thought perhaps you'd join me for a drink during intermission."
Lita explained with gentle finality that it was against the house rules to have a drink with a customer. Later as she rejoined the orchestra, she flashed Rory a smile, the same one she tossed at all Mocambo guests. But it gave him hope, so he stuck around, ignoring the cynical smiles of wolves at nearby tables who themselves had attempted and failed to win a date with this girl.
Later in the evening as another band replaced hers, Rory tried again, suggesting just one dance. He talked quietly and swiftly. She discovered they had friends in common. He was not on the prowl. He was a nice guy and so interesting that she wanted him to drive her home that night. She called her brother who customarily dropped by to help run the gauntlet of single male customers with late-hour ideas and explained that a friend was giving her a lift home.
"That's the longest ride home I ever had," Lira remembers as she considers the early days of her romance with Rory. "We had a cup of coffee at one drive-in. A hamburger at another and a piece of pie at a third. At four a.m. he pulled us up in front of my house in his little Studebaker roadster. The lights were all on, and my mother and dad and brother confessed that thev were about to send out an alarm.
"Poor Rory. They invited him in for a cup of coffee. A half hour later, he confessed behind a smothered yawn that he had to catch a six a.m. plane for a picture location in San Francisco. I told him he'd get no sympathy from me. Keeping us up all night just so he could kill time before a trip was a mean trick. After he'd gone, I frankly doubted that I'd ever hear from him again."
Lita didn't know herman very well then. She didn't know that, unlike many another Hollywood actor, being a motion picture star was not the most important thing in Rory Calhoun's life, nor would it ever be. Friends told her on casual inquiry that the way they heard it, Rory didn't have much chance to be a great big star. For one thing, he wasn't prepared for such a career. He was just a great big handsome lumberman from Vera Cruz who came to Los Angeles to visit his grandma by whom he'd been brought up. And it just happened that while (Continued on -page 76)