Photoplay (Jan-Jun 1958)

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» Yep , and it’s even got an ice cream bar. . . . Well , come on over! It’ll be frantic ^ MOVING ! DAY We took Doris Day up on her dare and watched her move. It was a beautiful day — sunny, and there was, between Doris and her husband, Marty Melcher, much quipping about its being “D Day” as we drove over in their car to the new place. Surprisingly, it wasn’t loaded under by clothes and books and such. “Love those moving men!” laughed Doris. “They planned everything so well we didn’t have to take a thumbtack with us.” “I can’t wait to see how much they’ve moved in,” Doris kept repeating to Marty. As the car swung into the driveway, the moving men were already unloading the vans. “Jeepers,” said Doris looking a little pale. “I hope they don’t drop the new guest-room beds.” She hopped out of the car and ran' after them. “Nobody dropped nothin’,” she quipped. Glassware, china and other items for the kitchen were unpacked first. And after Marty unwrapped his twentieth cup and saucer he looked beseechingly at Doris and said, “Wouldn’t it be easier if we used paper cups?” And just when the kitclfen began to be more ship-shape, Marty begged, “I’m hungry.” At 12:30 Mrs. Melcher was sitting on a packing case in the middle of the living room, munching a jelly sandwich. “The plumbing whistles,” she suddenly (Continued on page 48) 46