Photoplay (Jan-Jun 1959)

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by MARCIA BORIE why DIANE VARS I says: I’LL NEVER GO BACK TO HOLLYWOOD rT,he winding main street of the small college town of A Bennington, Vermont, sloped sharply downwards as it reached into the clustered shopping center of the town. At the top of the incline and walking towards the stores — which were shadowed from the warm spring sun by the steep rise — -came a bobbed-haired young girl in blue jeans and her small freckle-faced son. As they climbed over the crest of the hill and started downwards towards the stores, the boy gave his mother a friendly tug by the hand, making her run down the slope, unable to stop. “No, Sean, no,” she laughed, as her open sandals clip-clopped over the pavement and her light, empty straw shopping bag flapped back and forth in her other hand. “But it’s fun, Mommy. I like it,” he said. “Don’t you?” He turned his tiny face around to look up at hers. “Yes, Sean. Yes I do — very much,” she said softly. “Then why aren’t we together like this — all the time?” “But darling we will be. I promise. Now you let go of my hand and I’ll meet you by the candy store,” she said, shaking off his grasp and (Continued on page 107)