Photoplay (Jan-Jun 1944)

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>r 'e le Po/rt*’ ^ boolrl ''°°^, cor^^r-^he Gene Kelly's house guest of happiness and fun, on your first visit in this gay new series sitting proudly beside a real grownr up bed. You’d also probably poke around a bit in that characteristic “junk room” where Gene writes his letters at a desk surrounded by trunks, suitcases and sewing machines. Then you’d be escorted merrily to the guest room — a “brownish” sort of room with a brown rug, brown desk, brown bureau, big easy chair and a large day bed. You’d be shown the telephone — in the hall, but provided with a large cord that makes it convenient to transport to whichever room it’s needed upstairs. After you’d hastily washed up in ;he bathroom you’d share with little Kerry, you’d go down to the hving room and wait for dinner. And you’d wait, all right. From the kitchen you’d hear Betsy’s voice explaining to the maid how to cook, but never letting her get near the stove; and on the sofa across the room you’d see Gene shouting into the telephone — though you’d soon think it was a one-way phone, since the Kellys never use it except to answer it. Meanwhile you’d let your eyes wander around the room for clues to the Kellys. You’d find plenty. The blue rugged room with its knotty pine walls is as charming and careless as its owners — it’s spotlessly BV [lE^OR HURIS