Modern Screen (Dec 1954 - Dec 1955)

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ing to us as mere learning, as so many facts, but always as a way of living. Mother is the same person today that I have always known her to be — a highly useful person. Working with three other psychologists she has a counseling service which is operated without thought of profit. To pay for the expenses of their group they make a charge of as little as one dollar and never more than five dollars. Mother has never been too busy to be a mother to me, even today, but she is too busy to be my fan. Her work is as important to her as my work is to me — maybe I should say more so when I think of how serious she can be and how I, sometimes, cannot. And when she thinks of her children, she thinks of all of them on an equal plane. So I'm never surprised when people ask her if she isn't proud of me, and she replies that she is, but that she's proud of my two sisters and brothers, too. She never has appeared bowled over about my career. Then, one day, she the duke goes west (Continued from page 37) parties were just breaking up in the cabins. A dozen or so guests still milled around in Wayne's cabin, reluctant to go ashore. Pilar Palette was talking with Michael, Wayne's eldest son, who was going along. Wayne joined them. "Why don't you and Mary go to your cabin and freshen up before we sail," Wayne said to her. "I will go," said Pilar, "if you will just explain one thing to me. How is it I am going on this trip? Didn't you hear me when I said I wouldn't go?" "Sure I did," said Wayne grinning. "But you're just a little cocker spaniel — and you're crazy about me." 'T'he royal Hawaiian hotel at Honolulu may never be the same. When John Wayne vacations he does so in an elegant and expansive manner. The trip over had been fun. The Wayne party included his son, his business manager, B. C. Roos, and Mrs.Roos,a Panamanian banker and diplomat, Tony Arias and his wife, Mary St. John, his secretary, and the cocker spaniel. A relentless perfectionist when he works, John Wayne is also a tireless playboy when he plays — and the voyage had been an endless round of games and rousing dinner and cocktail parties. The group took over half a floor of the Royal Hawaiian. There are hotels in Honolulu that specialize in freedom of action and casual attire for guests but the Royal Hawaiian is not one of them. Natives call it the Pink Castle because it is painted pink and resembles a citadel of respectability and decorum jutting out somewhat reservedly onto Waikiki beach. You eat your meals at regular hours at The Royal Hawaiian and you don't go about in the bars and cafe without a jacket. And a couple of nights a week you wear a dinner jacket or an evening gown to supper. After a pleasant dinner the day before Pilar's birthday, everyone retired to the hotel for a few last stories and a nightcap in Duke's suite. About eleven o'clock Wayne spoke to Pilar. "Look," he said, "you're going to have a very busy day tomorrow. Why don't you go to bed and get some rest?" "I'm not tired," said Pilar. "To bed!" said Wayne. And Pilar went. She had just fallen asleep. It was one minute past midnight, the dawn of her birthday. Suddenly the door of her room was thrown open. In filed an entire Hawaiian orchestra, complete even to a trio of native singers. Someone flicked on spoke on this subject in a different tone. The place was the Westwood Hills Congregational Church in Los Angeles. The occasion was the christening of our three children, Benjie, Kim and Susan. (Being the disorganized me that I am, the christening was done at one time on a wholesale basis.) When Mother kissed me her first words answered the old question. "Yes," she said (and for a moment I wondered what she was starting to say), "today I am really proud of you!" T"1 hat's mother. She was not so much J impressed by the success of my professional life as she was by success in my personal life. I think she has a very mature attitude and one that I have adopted to serve me through the years in matters of faith as well as in matters of family. It is important to recognize what is important and what is not. To believe is important, when how you believe may not be. I am struck by an illustration that a light and the music began. Pilar opened her eyes in disbelief. The troubadors filled the entire wing with their music and song. "Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you!" They sang the song twice and then Duke, grinning from ear to ear, told her to get up on her feet and get dressed, there was going to be a party. And it was a party for fair. Pilar was whisked by her friends in a sleek, black limousine down the street to Don The Beachcomber's where the large banquet room had been reserved and had been filling up with scores of people for an hour. When she arrived, the birthday song was sung again and a hundred and thirty glasses were raised high in a toast to Pilar's health. The cream of the Island society was there and a good sprinkling of Hollywood folk. Mrs. John Ford and her daughter Barbara and Barbara's husband, Ken Curtis. The Van Heflins, the William Bendixes and many others. Along one side of the room the entire wall had been transformed into a magnificent birthday card, with "HAPPY BIRTHDAY, PILAR" spelled IT HAPPENED TO MY BABY I have always admired Olivia de Havilland, so 1 wrote to her and asked for a photograph. She sent me one and we started a friendly correspondence. When my first baby was born, Miss de Havilland did a wonderful thing. I received a package in the mail. In it was a small pair of baby booties Olivia de Havilland had made for my baby. I shall always cherish them. Teresa Junghans Monroe, North Carolina may seem rather light but makes sense to me. Maybe it will to you: A fellow asks you for a date. Then before he arrives he sends a corsage. The corsage is fine, of course. It shows you that he considers the date important and does things properly. But the main thing is getting asked for the date. A date without a corsage is still a date. A corsage with i out a date — well, it's just a decoration. My spiritual date in life is with God. Wherever I can find Him, or wherever I j can find signs that attest His presence and His goodness, I wiR go. This may be in my 1 church, or it may be in another church, using this or that form of approach. He is in all churches, I believe, and from all I borrow to know more about Him and His | ways. Only this is important. Two lines from Alexander Pope's Essay \ On Man say all this much better: "All are but parts of one stupendous whole Whose body Nature is, and God the soul." END out in script fashioned from thousands of orchids. The merrymaking went on well into the morning and at the end, when Duke was driving her home, Pilar turned to him. "Now I know," she said, "why I came along on this trip." "Now you know," said Duke. 'You're really not a cocker spaniel. I just wanted us to be together on your birthday." Dui one day the vacation was over. The time had come to go to work. And the location wasn't in Honolulu. 'There's no point in your going home now," Duke told Pilar. "Mary is coming along and you can get a nice place at the Kona Inn. The studio has found me a little house and we can have fun evenings j and on week-ends. What do you say?" "Why do you talk so much?" said Pilar. "Make the reservations." And so, the next morning, one of the sturdy little airplanes of the Aloha Airlines made a wide sweep off the Kona j Coast of the big island of Hawaii, a hundred and seventy miles south of Honolulu and came to rest at the edge of the village of Kailua. The party drove to the house. The Kailua j area is made up of jungle and lava flows. The jungle is thick and lush and very i green and the beds of the lava flows are black to dark brown rivers of cinders and i solid rock that have frozen into a million | different shapes as the anger of Mauna Loa, her crater hiding high in the clouds, subsided. But there is still excitement in the lava flows, because Mauna Loa is active and as recently as 1952 spilled millions of acres of molten rock down into the sea right at the edge of the village. Duke and Pilar's car traversed a black hard road which had been built of crushed lava. It cut through the jungle, halting now and then to ease past crews of native boys who spent their days chopping down the growth which built up overnight. And then they came to the house, one of the most modern to be found in any corner of the world. It is open on all sides except for screens that keep out the hordes of flying insects that abound in the area. The main walls are of stained koa wood and alternate sections of white-painted brick. There is no convenience known that the | owners, Senator and Ouida Hill of Hilo, Hawaii, have left out. But it is the setting of the house that is breathtaking. The house is built on a promonotory of black lava on the beautiful bay of Keauhou (pronounced key-ah-hoe) and around a semi-circle of palms and fragrant bushes lie the primitive homes of the native