Photoplay (Jan-Jun 1959)

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'T'here was a knock at the door of my A dressing room one night while I was on tour recently, and when I called “Come in,” the door opened very slowly and the prettiest little face with the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen peeped around. Her eyes were so wide open they looked like two round saucers, and she had beautiful long blonde hair the color of corn. “Come along in,” I laughed. And she walked into the room followed by three other girls. I noticed that she was wearing a blue and white checked dress. My mom has one in the same material and calls it gingham. Well, they all stayed for a while and we talked. Then, when the other girls left, she sort of stayed behind, wandering around and around the room and asking all sorts of questions. It was in between shows, and she seemed so nice I asked her if she wanted to come over to our hotel afterwards. She looked at me in that wide-eyed way and nodded her head, yes. “Do you know f Continued on page 99) by RICK NELSON as told to MARCIA BORIE 55