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■ This is a story about Pat and Shirley Boone. But it's more than just a story: it's a plea ... a plea for understanding from Pat Boone to you. And it's a chance to tune in on the wave-lengths of Pat and Shirley's hearts, and to hear how they really feel about the stars who have not been as lucky as they have; the stars who have been overtaken by the tragedy of separation and divorce. . . .
It starts a little while ago when Pat and Shirley did something they rarely have a chance to do any more. They took a weekend trip, alone, like a couple of newlyweds without kids or any responsibilities at ail. Pat was to race in the annual Soap Box Derby at Akron, Ohio, in the special 'celebrity' part of the event. And so, their hearts
Pat Boone confides:
pounding with the fun and excitement of a weekend stolen from a busy life full of work and responsibilities., they ran off,
as free and as gay as birds. It was a golden weekend ... at first. It started off with a glow. Pat won the Derby against a field of such stalwarts as , Jimmy Stewart and Guy Madison. At the end of the race there was a ceremony before the seventy-five thousand people in the stands, who had come from fifteen countries to watch the ramshackle, careening soap-box cars.
As soon as the ceremony was over, Pat ran to Shirley and held up the trophy award: a big, chromium plated oil can. Shirley embraced him and said, laughingly but with pride: "I'll bet the kids will try to drink out of it." "How about that?" Pat said, pleased in spite of himself, at (Continued an page 66)