Photoplay (Jan-Jun 1958)

Cheer up... IT’S HERE No more worries — the gorgeous new 1958 PHOTOPLAY ANNUAL is here I And it’s the best yet! Here’s a treasure-mine of information abo,ut the stars . . . a real Who’s Who in Hollywood. This colorful and glamorous yearbook is the book-of-the-year, as far as Hollywood is concerned. Here you will find everything about everybody who is anybody in Hollywood. This sensational yearbook sells out as soon as it is put on sale. Don’t lose out — get your copy today. Here is what you get in this great yearbook: HOLLYWOOD MADE NEWS — 20 exciting pages in pictures and text, covering the month-by-month weddings — separations — divorces — births — awards — scoops. PERSONALITIES OF THE YEA R— Stunning pictures and stories of Natalie Wood • Tony Perkins • Debbie Reynolds • Elizabeth Taylor • Kim Novak • Rock Hudson • Jayne Mansfield • John Saxon • Sophia Loren • Anthony Franciosa • Yul Brynner • Jeff Chandler • Audie Murphy • Paul Newman. SINGERS OF THE YEAR— Elvis Presley • Pat Boone • Sal Mineo • Tommy Sands • Frank Sinatra • Tab Hunter. ALL-TIME FAVORITES— Kirk Douglas . William Holden • Deborah Kerr • Cary Grant • Burt Lancaster • Gregory Peck • Jeanne Crain • Robert Mitchum • Jennifer Jones • Alan Ladd • Esther Williams • John Wayne • June Allyson • Gene Kelly. PHOTOPLAY PORTRAIT GALLE RY— Beautiful full-page pictures, plus thumbnail sketches of Joan Collins • Richard Egan • Montgomery Clift • Terry Moore • Marilyn Monroe • Robert Wagner • Marlon Brando • Ava Gardner. HAPPILY MARRIEDS — Heart-warming pictures and text about Pier Angeli and Vic Damone • Marisa Pavan and Jean Pierre Aumont • Ann Blyth and Dr. James McNulty • Glenn Ford and Eleanor Powell • Janet Leigh and Tony Curtis • Audrey Hepburn and Mel Ferrer • Mitzi Gaynor and Jack Bean • Rory Calhoun and Lita Baron . Guy Madison and Sheila Connolly • Doris Day and Marty Melcher • Jean Simmons and Stewart Granger • Charlton Heston and Lydia Clarke. STILL ONLY 50c WHILE THEY LAST This exciting yearbook is always a sell-out. Get your copy at your favorite magazine counter now. Or, if more convenient, mail coupon, with oOC. TODAY'. PHOTOPLAY Dept. WG-458 205 E. 42 St.. New York 17. N. Y. Send me PHOTOPLAY ANNUAL 1958. I enclose 50c. Name (Please Print) Address City State GO AFTER THE BOY Continued, jrom page 50 attraction to him is one-sided. When my friendship with Tab Hunter began, it’s true that he was the one to speak up. Our first date sprang from a casual remark of his: “It would be nice if you could come up and learn horseback riding.” But if he hadn’t said this I probably would have told him, “Gee, it would be nice if you’d teach me to ride.” I found Tab so interesting and so unusual that I felt instantly I would like to know him. Even though I didn’t begin our friendship, I’ve since often phoned Tab. “Why don’t you come over early — after breakfast— and we’ll drive to the stables together?” Sometimes he asks me; sometimes I ask h'm. I don’t sit waiting (and maybe praying) for him to get the same idea as mine. I tell him. I think a boy is more relaxed in a relationship like this and more tun to be with. At the start, I’ve often had to be more decisive. There are so many nice boys I know now because I took the trouble to go after them — Barry Coe, as a charming example. Although we’re not about to run off and get married, I am fond of Barry. But we might still be strangers if I hadn’t taken the first step. Two steps, in fact. To begin with, my studio had invited me to bring a date to a party honoring Doris Day’s picture “The Pajama Game,” at the Cocoanut Grove. This automatically put on me the responsibility of finding an escort. So I asked my agent, Dick Clayton, if he knew someone nice who could take me. He came up with Barry Coe. This was a blind date, but just in a limited sense. I felt I could rely on Dick’s judgment to suggest a boy I’d have a good chance of getting along with. Then, although I’d never met Barry, all I’d heard about him had been complimentary and had come from people whose opinions I valued. Chiefly, I knew that Barry and my former husband, Russ Tamblyn, had been working together on “Peyton Place” at 20th Century-Fox, that they were close friends and that Russ thought the world of him. Actually, I’m quite reluctant to date someone I know nothing about. Well, Barry and I got along beautifully. After the party at the Grove, we went to a lovely Hawaiian restaurant, The Traders. We discovered that we had not only mutual friends, but many mutual interests, and as the even’ng progressed I definitely felt I’d like to see him again. What I did was really spontaneous reaction, without any planning. We happened to suddenly talk about skiing. I got caught up in our enthusiasm and blurted out, “Gee, let’s go skiing together some time.” “That would be great!” Barry agreed. I didn’t feel I was being pushy. Barry didn’t, either. Without putting it in words, we knew we liked one another. And my suggestion that we go skiing together kind of eliminated the awkward hemming-and-hawing that so many promising friendships bog down under. Barry knew I would like to see him again. He didn’t have to stutter around when we said good night, and mumble, “Gee, maybe we should go out again. Do you think . . . Do you think I could maybe have your phone number?” I’m sure this must be painful to a boy. I know the thought of forcing a boy to go through such agony is painful to me. I think it’s necessary for a girl to realize that boys aren’t our enemies. A boy can be a girl’s best friend. Gee, I like men! And I don’t mean in just the one way you might think at first. Most girls think of boys only as boyfriends. They don’t think boys can be good friends. Heavens, if a girl thinks about a boy as just a friend, and not something to be afraid of or embarrassed with — then everything will be lots easier. A lot of girls get all tense the moment they meet a new boy. “I hope he likes the way I look!” they cry nervously. “I hope he likes what I’m wearing! I don’t know what I’m going to say.” If only they knew the best way is to be natural. And the most natural thing in the world is to go right ahead and be honest with a boy you like. Of course, first you have to be completely honest with yourself, about the way you feel. Never go against your conscience or against your standards of good taste. For instance, I certainly wouldn’t advise a girl to make the overtures if she feels anything stronger than friendship) for a boy. If you’re madly in love with him, it could make you aggressive to the point of being possessive, and the boy would back off fast. Then, too, you have to choose your targets with some care. While one boy might think you were being forward, another would genuinely appreciate your outgoing attitude. Too, it isn’t wise to be hasty about summing up a boy. My friendship with Sean Garrison, a fellow actor at Warners, is a perfect case in point. One day in the studio Green Room, Dick Clayton introduced me to a nice-looking boy with amazing blue eyes and blond hair. I was to do a scene with him in a television picture. Later Dick said, “You’re really going to like this guy.” Sean seemed pleasant enough then, but no bells went off, and I didn’t pay much attention to Dick’s nroohecy. Several days later, when I did the TV film with Sean, there were long intervals between takes, and I had time to discover that he was a very interesting person. He seemed extremely complex for someone so young. Sean’s only twenty-one, yet he’s been all over the world. He’s taken all sorts of jobs to see what they’re like and to get the feeling of how various people live. I found his background fascinating, but what really intrigued me was his wonderful talk, mostly about psychology. Before we realized it, three hours had gone by! I was so excited. It was wonderful to meet a boy with such a fine mind and deep interests. When the day’s shooting was over, I had so many things to talk about I didn’t want this friendship to end, but it was obvious that for some reason Sean was reluctant to suggest that we get together again. There was nothing for me to do but be honest. I was perfectly frank with him. “I think you’re awfully interesting, Sean. We have a lot in common. It would be fun if we got together and had another talk. Why don’t you give me your phone number, and let me call you? I’m practically never home.” Far from thinking me brazen, Sean was relieved. “I wanted to ask you, Venetia,” he smiled, “but I thought you went out only with Tab.” Since then Sean and I have become fine friends, as I knew we could. I helped him fix his new apartment, and we’ve had many other stimulating conversations. It’s really a thrill to find out, as you talk with someone, that he feels the same aDout things as you do. Sean thinks a lot thf way Dennis Hopper does. I know I’v-‘ PHOTOPLAY ANNUAL 98