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A Modern Screen Special Feature
Cyd Charisse— Tony Martin
■ "For better, for worse; for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, till death do you part . . . Whom God hath joined together, let no man put asunder. . . ."
There was a long pause when the minister finished the marriage service. Then the tall handsome groom opened his arms and embraced his lovely bride. Finally Cyd and Tony, starry-eyed, turned to accept the congratulations of the minister and the wedding guests.
No marriage — not even in Hollywood — started out with such good wishes — and such dire prophecies— as did the union of Cyd Charisse and Tony Martin. It couldn't last, their friends said. There were too many strikes against it. They had warned Cyd careers never mixed — especially careers like
theirs. Singers and ballerinas were both temperamental. And both Tony and Cyd had been married before and divorced. Cyd had a child by that first marriage. Tony was supposed to be hard to get along with. "Ask Alice Faye what she had to put up with," they said, "and he was madly in love with her, too."
His and Cyd's interests were so different. He loved sports and she didn't ; he liked people around him ; she was a homebody ; he liked to be on the go constantly; she was content to stay put. "And you didn't like him when you first met him," her friends reminded her. The marriage, they felt, didn't stand a chance.
Nevertheless, Cyd Charisse, despite the warnings, serenely and (Continued on page 61)
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