Photoplay (Jan-Jun 1959)

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rPhere are some things in your life you never like to talk about. Things you keep bottled up inside. Then one day, all of a sudden, you feel you want to let them all come out. I guess maybe I’m telling you about them now ’cause it’s good to get them out in the open. Maybe because someone reading this can be helped by the mistakes I made. I remember a day — I think it’s the one day in my life I’m ashamed of. So let’s begin with something else, with what happened when I was a junior in high school. A lot of the fellows I went around with started drinking beer. I’m sure they did it just because they weren’t supposed to. I know my own folks were against it, but I went along and became “one of the boys.” We’d get together at night and the fellow who looked oldest would buy the beer. Then we’d go someplace and drink together. I didn’t like the taste of the stuff and ( Continued on page 82) by PAT BOONE (as told to Marcia Borie)