Photoplay (Jan-Jun 1955)

ITTLE GIRL NO LONGER LOST Continued Lost, she may have been, but never lost teas determination to give GA and baby Sis a normal childhood Today Jane knows that if she had grown up in Portland she’d not have mistaken crushes for love Never wanting fame, she clung to original dream of happiness with a husband, a home and children 50 used to want at home . . . about the way things used to be in Portland . . . about the way they were now. It all seemed so strange, being fifteen, having a big studio like M-G-M sign you up, all this talk about her being a movie star. Any other girl in the world would be wild with delight. Suzanne Burce, so tiny and pretty with such a bright future, knew she should be the happiest, yet she wasn’t. She didn’t want to be renamed Jane Powell; she didn’t care to be a movie star; and what’s more, she didn’t even want to live in Hollywood. The one thing in the world she wanted most was to go back to Portland, Oregon, where she had always lived and go on with her class into Grant High. She had to admit Hollywood was fun — for a while. She’d met Clark Gable the other day and Mr. Pasternak, her producer, introduced her to Walter Pidgeon, who’d given her a quick kiss on the forehead. No one could be nicer. But still, when you’re fifteen, you would rather see Larry Karsen. the first boy who’d ever written you a note, saying, “I love you,” or Jack Smith, the first date who had ever taken you to a show, and David Lee, who escorted you to your first formal. David had worn white gloves with his dark blue suit. She was thrilled. The only boy she’d met here in Hollywood was Peter Lawford and he was twenty-five. She didn’t know any girls her own age out here either. She had to go to school i i