Modern Screen (Jan-Dec 1960)

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And, if you would be so kind to tell me — who built it, please?" " 'And Shoshana said, '"The house? Why, that was built by Baraak and me, by our own hands, when we were first married, zaken cha-cham." " 'Hmmmm,' said the old man, nodding, 'yes ... I see.' " 'And then he said, "That wonderfullooking field out there, with the wheat and the corn and what-have-you, growing there, so strong and so well-tended . . . that was planted by you and Baraak, I imagine?" " 'Yes,' said Shoshana, 'by none but the two of us.' " 'So pardon me, but just one more question,' said the wise old man, sniffing in deeply. 'I smell coming from somewhere, from the kitchen of your house I presume, the most delicious aroma of cooking.' " 'And Shoshana said, "Yes, zaken cha'cham, it is chicken soup I have made for me and for Baraak." " 'And then the old man said, "But tell me, dear, is there not love in all this?" " 'He sniffed in again, deeply. " 'In the chicken soup, zaken cha'cham?' asked Shoshana, incredulous. " Yes . . . yes,' said the wise old man. 'In the chicken soup, for one thing. Is there not love in that — in the preparation of food for your husband, to fill his stomach with good dishes and aromas and nourishment such as that after a hard day of work?' " 'Shoshana said nothing to the question, which struck her as very strange. Love in this " 'And,' said the wise old man, going on, pointing to the house, 'is there not love in this, the house that the two of you have built together, with your own hands?' " 'He pointed to the field. "And in that?'' he asked. "Is there," he asked, then, "is there not love in all of this — and is not love itself a child, your child, the child of you and Baraak? " You weep for a child, Shoshana,' he said. 'Well, my dear, that, that, the matter of being able to have children or not, that is a matter in the hands of God. To some he gives children. To others he does not. " 'Only God knows why. " 'But— and remember this, Shoshana— though God may deny a child to some people, as he may deny wealth to others, beauty to still others, certain things to certain others of us — there is one thing that he never denies. " 'And that is love, Shoshana. " 'Love — the child he gives to all married people; a love to be treated tenderly . . . like a baby. To be held tight and jealously to the breast. To be nursed, nourished. To be treasured. . . .' " 'He sighed. " 'And then he said, "I, Shoshana, I am only an old man who speaks to you. But," he said, "having seen much in my long life, let me add just this . . . Ni Yodea? Who knows? Who knows that someday this great and divine power that is God might not grant you the baby which you seek, for both yourself and Baraak . . . Eh?" he asked. Eddie stopped. "And that," asked Liz, "is that the end of the story?" "The way my grandmother told it, it is," said Eddie. "But Shoshana and Baraak," Liz asked, " — did they ever have their child?" "Ni yodea?" Eddie asked, "who knows?" As he smiled at his wife. As she smiled back at him. Liz stars in Two For The Seesaw, U.A.; Cleopatra, for 20th-Fox; and Liz and Eddie are in Butterfield 8. jor MGM. There it was again. That odd sensation in his throat, that stifling headache. Not severe at all, but, as Jimmy Stewart complained to his worried wife Gloria, these minor aches just never seemed to go away. Gloria had asked him before to see their doctor, but Jimmy always insisted that he wasn't a hypochondriac, and that he wasn't going to waste a busy man's time with an ailment he could hardly describe. So he'd down a couple of aspirin, straighten his tie, slam on his hat and tell her, "I'm going for a little walk. The fresh air will do me good." But it wouldn't. The slight headache, the vague sore throat was still there. And Jimmy did nothing about it. . . . Then the Stewarts got a wonderful invitation. The Maharajah of Cooch-Behar invited them to be his guests in Calcutta. The most exciting event of their stay would be an Indian tiger hunt. They were looking forward to this thrilling adventure. As they got busy making plans, getting their shots, checking their passports, Gloria, with wifely intuition, suggested, "We'll be leaving in a few weeks, darling, so you'll have just enough time to get that check-up you promised me." And so it was that next morning Jimmy Stewart straightened his tie, slammed on his hat, and set off for the doctor's. When he got back he told Gloria, "Well, they couldn't find anything. I knew it was nothing. . . ." A few days later Gloria presented him with two packages from a leading men's shop in Beverly Hills. "It's a prescription," she explained. "I got it filled for you. Open it." Jimmy unwrapped the boxes in amazement. Six white shirts and a hat. "The doctor phoned this morning," she smiled, "and said that there certainly wasn't anything wrong organically with you, but that he noticed you seemed uncomfortable when you buttoned up your shirt and put on your hat. And he got to thinking, could be they were strangling you, just a little. Maybe all you needed was a larger size. . . !" The diagnosis seemed to be the correct one. . . . Jimmy admits that he hadn't changed his size since he was sixteen, and as they flew off on their vacation, reported that he was feeling great ! Jimmy Stewart: SPECIAL PRESCRIPTION