Modern Screen (Jan-Nov 1956)

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Sorry, the Powells can't be disturbed . . . Goie fishin' ■ Counting' their blessings on this their tenth year of marital bliss, June and Dick didn't forget Lake Powell. The swimming pool is standard star equipment but not even Garbo owns a private lake. The Powells' three-quarter acre of rippling, sky-blue water has been a source of joy and contentment for the whole family. June and Dick and the kids love to go out together on a rowboat just at dusk, sometimes to fish but more often just to relax. Ricky has even made friends with the fish. He runs to the edge of the water, night and morning, with bread crumbs. He calls and whistles and in a few moments up swims a little black fish about ten inches long. Then, little Bosco, to give him a name, turns and swims away. (June and Dick swear they've seen it happen.) The privacy of Lake Powell suits June and Dick just fine because they've had more than their share of prying eyes over ten years of marriage. The Powells have had some troubles and arguments, whether more or less than any other couple they wouldn't be knowing. "I can say this, though," Dick remarks wryly, "both of us have taken our marital obligations and our try at happiness with con (Continued on page 29) Sportsman Dick instructs his willing wife in the fine art of casting. "See . . . it's easy, all in the wrist . . . just sort of flick the line out over the water and wait for the fish to bite." Jubilant June signals five (count 'em five!) bass. Plenty more where they came from, so get with it, June, or the fish will take over. Say anybody know how to drain a lake? More pictures on following pages