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You’d never know it was the house of a clown. The rooms are big and spacious, the walls are done in deep, quiet tones of greyed blue and green. There are handsome oil paintings, rare old pieces of furni¬ ture picked up in junk shops across the country.
In the front hall stands the latest acquisition, a hat rack, gift from Gene Fowler in whose home it supported for many years, the hats of Winston Churchill, John Dekker, Jimmy Walker, John Barrymore, W. C. Fields and Red Skelton — whose life story is going to constitute Gene’s next book. Red and Georgia, thrilled with Gene’s gift, have painted it turquoise blue. On it will probably hang some of Red’s “fright” wigs which he loves to use when he’s at play.
It would have to be a big house, because this family of Redheads: Big Red (Skelton), Little Red (Georgia), and the Tiny Reds (Valentina and
Richard), are so full of beans, it takes quite a house to hold them. Two-year-old Valentina and year-old Richard are as much a part of the house as their vivacious parents and are as free to come and go.
They know it! They play the organ and the piano, drag their wagons through the house and make use of the children’s furniture which is in every room.
There is an inter-communication system through which they can talk to either parent at any time. Valentina wakes up in the nursery saying, “Where is Daddy?” And the words come through, tremu¬ lous and sweet to the small house down the hill which is Red’s office, den and sanctum-sanctorum.
“I’m in the den, honey, come on down to Daddy,” Red calls. Valentina in the nursery chuckles and in¬ forms her nurse: “My ( Please turn to page 55)
By TED AND JANE MORRIS
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