Photoplay (Jan-Jun 1959)

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DEBBIE continued to give him exactly what he wants.” We walked into the dressing room. A rose beige wall-to-wall carpet contrasted with the pale grey walls. A twenty-foot long sectional ran along two walls of the room, curved at the corner. It was covered with a flower patterned quilted chintz. A French provincial desk was at another wall, and two chairs, covered with saffron colored upholstery, were in the room. A red leather engagement book with “Debbie” printed in gold letters on its cover lay atop the desk. In the center of the room was a small, low table, glass topped. It was scarcely eight inches high. Mary and I talked for several minutes about the stars of yesteryear, about their triumphs and tragedies. We spoke of Janet Gaynor, Jean Harlow, Carole Lombard. Suddenly the dressing room door was pushed open, and a white toy French poodle bounded in. “Rocky!” a girlish voice called. And Debbie rushed in. “Rocky, come back here,” she commanded. But the dog had (continued) -r * asnih 7 in Waiting for the next take on “ The Mating Game,” Debbie seems to be relaxed. She’s intent on director George Marshall’s briefing as Ann Kirk checks her hair-do. But nobody knows what she’s feeling.