Photoplay (Jan-Jun 1959)

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A BOY + A GIRL 111 \ m ill Hutchins called Norma Moore and said , “Hey — it's spring. Let's go out and look for a tree." “Eyes on the road, Sugarfoot,” she teased and laughed again, easily and warmly. Will had known her ever since they both first came to Hollywood — Norma Moore from North Carolina and Will Hutchins from the University of California. They shared such a lot — mostly dreams, then, and a love of the open air. Just that morning he had kidded her on the phone, “How about going out with me and finding a tree today? After all, it’s almost spring.” “How do you like that (continued) Will Hutchins devilishly let out a wild hoot, keeled his motor scooter to the right and zoomed ahead towards the park. “Hey!” he felt a tug around his waist . . . “I’m back here, remember?” laughed the girl hugging on behind him. He turned and caught a quick glimpse of her in a striped cotton shirt, vainly hanging on to her large straw hat. Two tufts of near golden hair flapped provocatively against the brim. Norma has pretty hair, he thought, as a ray of sunlight caught it, making it sparkle. 60