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ably like Liz. But it is by no means sure that their love can survive the late-year emotional upset on Eddie’s chart. Characteristics: You are restless, intuitive and emotional, relying on your feelings rather than your mind to give you the right answers. At times sociable, the very best of host or hostesses, you have moods when you crave solitude, time to be alone and dream. You have instinctive sympathy for others. There is a mystery about you, often suggested in your beautiful, glowing 2yes. Forecast for You: 1959 should be an inspirational year. You are under less pressure than you have been in the recent past; things come to you more easily. You can form lasting friendships with older or influential people. Travel, study and religion mean much to you now, and through them you will receive encouragement and happiness. Whatever is poetic and creative in your outlook will be stressed. The only snarl may come in daily routines or in connection with employment skills. You have much to learn and a more modern viewpoint to adopt. If you try to stick with the old familiar ways, you’ll be in for upsets. Your prestige should grow and your light shine brightly. Other Pisces Stars: Cyd Charisse, Gia Scala, March 8; Jerry Lewis, March 16. So the zodiacal year runs its course, from Aries to Pisces. As the calendar year of 1959 begins, you and the stars of Hollywood may look forward to an exciting twelve-month journey charted by the stars of the heavens. If anything goes wrong, just blame it on Sputnik. — Charts and Predictions by RUTH HALE OLIVER, as told to RONA BARRETT. WHAT A PARTY! Pictured, on page 36, from left to right, are: 1. Elvis Presley 2. Kim Novak 3. Doris Day 4. Riek Nelson 5. John Saxon 5. Jayne Mansfield 1.3. Ton 7. Sal Mineo 8. Rock Hudson 9. Carol Lynley 10. Debbie Reynolds 11. Liz Taylor 12. Jim Garner Perkins ALL NAT TALKS ABOUT Continued, from page 69 me. Knowing Nat, I should have realized that getting married wouldn’t change her relationship with me and the rest of the family. All of the boys that Natalie dated were very nice to me, but sometimes I used to think they liked me only because I was Nat’s little sister and they thought they should! With RJ it was different. He liked me right off, for real, I could tell. It’s funny, but a year ago last July, when Nat told Mother and me she was going to date Robert Wagner, I didn’t get too excited, at first. I’d never met him. I’d only seen his pictures in magazines and maybe I couldn’t believe that he was really coming to our house. But that first night when he came to the house to pick Nat up, it was really something! I had a friend over to dinner. We were just about through, when the doorbell rang. My girlfriend and I went to the door and opened it. It was RJ! Both of us took one look and we flipped. He was so good-looking, even more handsome than his pictures. RJ could see that we were embarrassed but he made us feel at ease right away. Nat was still getting dressed when he came in — she used to keep her dates waiting till RJ changed that! RJ came into the living room and sat and talked with Mother and Father and my friend and me. He was so relaxed and natural that we all liked him right away. He has a wonderful sense of humor. Even when Touche, our poodle, jumped on his lap and left wh'te hairs all over his dark suit, he didn't mind at all. From that very first night I could tell he really liked me, and as for me I thought he was the nicest boy Nat had ever brought home. Mother says I have a crush on RJ, but I don’t, not really. Crushes are for kids! 1 was thirteen on March 1st and I’m in the eighth grade at Van Nuys High School, in San Fernando Valley, and I don’t get crushes anymore, but I do sort of have his pictures pasted up all over my bedroom mirror! Natalie used to get crushes on movie stars, too. I remember once when Nat was about fifteen. She had just gotten her Thunderbird and invited a friend and me to go driving with her. On the way home, Nat spotted Kirk Douglas in a car ahead of us. She had a crush on him and so she tried to catch up with his car. My friend and I were giggling, but we were just as eager! Finally we caught up with Mr. Douglas at a red light and we all shouted hello. He was so nice; he told us to pull up to the curb. Then he got out of his car and came and talked to us. When we ran out of things to say, we asked for his autograph. We looked all over the car and in Nat’s purse but we couldn’t find a piece of paper. Mr. Douglas just laughed, took out his pen and signed his name on Nat’s leather jacket. Nat was so happy with his signature that she didn’t take the jacket off for weeks. I still have it in the closet and now it’s all full of movie stars’ signatures. My parents never believed in hiring baby-sitters so occasionally, when they had to leave me, Nat stayed with me. She was super. She’d read to me, or we’d watch TV or listen to records. She never made me go to bed too early. One time I remember my folks had to go out at the last minute and asked Nat to stay with me. She had a date that night but she just said, “Okay I’ll take Lana with me.” How many big sisters do you know who would do that? The three of us went to a drive-in movie. I sat in the back seat. It was one of the first times Nat had been out on a date and I don’t think she was too relaxed. In the middle of the picture, the boy sort of casually put his arm around Nat’s shoulder. Then she moved way across the seat in front of me and I couldn’t see the picture and I was sleepy so I started to cry. I don’t remember this event and I can’t imagine myself being so silly, but it’s one of Nat’s favorite stories. Anyway, when I started crying, Nat told the boy she thought they’d better take me home. He did and I guess Nat was quite relieved. All I know is whenever she tells this story she says, “I started out to baby-sit with Lana and she wound up chaperoning me!” She told Mother that I had cried right on cue because she’d wanted to come home and yet she’d felt it wouldn’t have been polite to her date — so I guess I really did rescue her that time! Nat and RJ are always giving us so many presents. When RJ was first dating Natalie and then went to Japan to make a picture, he brought us back lots of things. He brought me a huge oriental jewel box — when you wind it up and open the bottom drawer a geisha girl does a dance to some tinkling music. And he gave me a clock, too. It has a girl hanging from a swing and she moves back and forth to tell the time. Nat and RJ are like year-round Santa Clauses, they always come over loaded with gifts. When Nat went up to Monterey while RJ was making “In Love and War,” they brought me back a load of stuffed animals. My favorite is a mother kangaroo with a baby in her pouch. Touche found the baby kangaroo and now the mother is childless! Our whole family is poodle crazy. When Nat got married, she left Touche at home with us and she and RJ got another poodle for themselves. Then just before they went to New York in October, they came over to say goodbye. Nat had a blanket in her arms and she handed it to me. Out popped a tiny black poodle, all my own. Her name is Coquette du Bois but we call her QuiQui (pronounced Key-Key) for short. Even though Natalie’s busy being married, she still has time to do special things for me. A few months ago, I was invited to a party given by James Mason’s daughter Portland. The invitation said “formal.” I didn’t have a fancy long dress and they’re so expensive and impractical that I really hated to ask Mother to get me one. I didn’t even know that Natalie knew about the party, but a few days after I got the invitation Nat called and asked me to go to lunch with her. While we were eating she said she hoped I wouldn’t mind, but she had some shopping to do before we went home. We went to Saks and Nat headed directly for the junior department. Before I knew what was happening, she’d bought me a white chiffon dress, gloves with little pearls on them, white satin pumps, an evening bag with sequins that change colors and even a wrap for my shoulders. She spent hours getting me everything for the party and she didn’t get one thing for herself. I really didn’t think I would be able to write so many pages as this story. It’s easier to do an essay for school on “What I Did Last Summer . . .” than it is to put into words how you feel about people you love. Besides, though Natalie Wood has been a movie star for as long as I can remember, she’s always been just my sister Nat for as long as I can remember, too. The End p BOB IS IN “say ONE FOR ME.” FOR 20TH. 73