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HERE'S HOW I LIVE
"We finally found just the house — a two-story white brick with a balcony ana a big yard."
You buy a house; you acquire a baby; you know all the ins-and-outs of the Bill Henrys' private life. That's how intimate this story is!
A YEAR ago I was what is commonlj ' eferred to as "a promising young actor." I had a motion-picture contract, a wife and an automobile. I belonged to a social sel made up of other young contract players I danced, swam, played id did everything else a young player is supposed to do. When I u.i tired or wanted to change mj cloth I retired i<> my "modesl apartment." Everyone said I was a lucky dog and I took their word for
it if Grace i ealized it was a lot of
li j , she ne\ er mentioned it She
wa . just tli" grandest little wife "a
promisin tor" could have.
Then one evening, after a strenuous
day of play, she looked up at me with
that wholesome little smile of hers and said. "Bill, lot's stops kidding ourselves."
Since an actor always stops acting just when he ought to begin, I looked just as dumb as 1 felt and mumbled, "What d' >■' mean?"
She wrinkled up her perl little nose
and said, "Oh, \ on know home, habics — all those silly old-fashioned things our parents believed in."
Grace, my lively little Grace, said that. I couldn't believe it but I had
to Oh, 1 read stories so I know that plenty of wives have Said the same tiling, but they weren't Dm kins Most
emphatically, they were not Grace Durkin, a little whirlwind of delight
that nevei' Stopped going and never
seemed bored or tired. Grace and her sister Gertrude were more popular than any dozen girls had any right to be. It took herculean strength to keep up with her during the courtship and colossal conceit to ask her to marry me, but I had managed both. When she said "yes" I raced her to the minister before she could change her iiiiml.
That had been three years before— three years that had seemed like three
weeks because Grace had been such a wonderful wife. And now. suddenly, she was sitting there, grinning and saving quite calmly, "Let's stop kidding ourselves . . . let's have a home and babies. . . ."
Of course, 1 kissed her. What would
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