Modern Screen (Jan-Nov 1956)

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THE POWELLS celebrate their tenth year together by taking the whole family for a day's fishing — in their own backyard lake siderable determined seriousness. Ten years, two children and still-intact marriage vows add up to quite a respectable achievement. In some cases, I think it even surpasses that of the few writers who have chosen to throw harpoons in our direction." Dick Powell is a truly big man, as indicated by his casual reference to the annual rash of stories to the effect that he and June may not be long for this domestic world. They never quite get used to the attacks, but the nearest Dick has come to wrath on the subject was just after he and June had returned from their "tenth honeymoon," spent aboard a yacht in Fourth of July Cove off Catalina Island. A columnist asked how he and June were doing marriage-wise. "Fine," Dick replied. "Just fine!" "But," interjected the reporter, with a smirk, "what about tomorrow?" "Who knows about tomorrow?" Dick responded, "but as long as you're making a sardonic approach, let me tell you about a friend of mine. He was getting along perfectly with his wife one day, and the next . . ." "Yes," the reporter broke in, sensing a bit of gossip, "what happened then?" "Nothing much," Dick replied, before walking away. "He just got out of bed the next morning and fell out of an open window. Now tell me, how'll things be with you tomorrow?" There has been a big change in the fife of June and Dick, though, in recent weeks. That anniversary celebration aboard a chartered yacht was the most fun they've had since Dick owned his own boat, the Santana. "I sold that," he says, "because it was so expensive to keep up, and only a real rich guy like Humphrey Bogart, who bought it, could afford yachting." June and Dick are silent about the week they spent to celebrate the beginning of their eleventh year of marriage. "I had quite a time getting June to go, in the first place," he recalled. "June is a girl who hates to go anywhere, but when she gets there, she always hates to leave. When it came time to weigh anchor, her excuse was, 'Hadn't we better stay awhile longer? It's liable to be rough sea on the way back!' " But the Powells had to come home, for a new and important chapter was about to begin in their fives, marked by Dick's decision to produce and direct the remake of It Happened One Night. They had worked together as actor and actress before, but June had never worked for Dick under his direction. She had some surprises in store. For one thing, he looked at her critically one day, then said, "We're going to change your make-up." June grinned and retorted, "Yes, boss," figuring (Continued on page 75)