Photoplay (Jan-Jun 1963)

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“You see,” Mrs. Zoine said reminiscently, “Vinnie used to be a real homebody until three years ago. He wrote regularly, phoned frequently and visited home at least once a year.” Home is Brooklyn, U.S.A., where Vince was born and raised before he went off to seek fame and fortune in Hollywood. It took nearly a dozen years for Vince to find it. That happy day in his life came only three years ago when he was “discovered” for the role of television’s sensational “Ben Casey” series. Until then he had knocked around in an endless procession of insignificant, unrewarding roles in grade B movies — a virtual unknown. “I suppose when things were not so good for Vinnie he had more time to write, more time to come home and see his family,” Mama Julie went on. “But now we never see him. We’ve only laid eyes on him twice in the last three years.” The first time was summer of 1962, when Vinnie visited twin brother Bob’s house in Westbury, Long Island. The second visit was later that summer when Vince returned from Europe after shooting “The Victors” for movie producer Carl Foreman in England and Italy. Vince’s only communication home had been the letter from London to his mother. — m»ffli urn wmam m mm mmw® mmma Here are the back views of the Simplicity Patterns on pages 52-55, plus yardage requirements and approximate fabric prices: Pattern #4813: (65£) Tweed coat, size 12, about 2 3A yards of 54" fabric (with or without nap). Einiger's 100% worsted Ribbonaire costs about $4.98 a yard. Pattern #4851: (65<) Dress and jacket, size 12, about 2 Vi yards of 54" fabric (without nap). Heller's Twinella, about $7.98 a yard. Pattern #4931: (65<) Available in stores about March 15th. Evening dress and scarf, size 12, about 4 yards of 44"-45" fabric (with or without nap). Springmaid's surahstyle print costs about $1.49 a yard. Pattern #4056: (45£) Mandarin overblouse, size 12, 2 yards of 40" fabric (without nap). A. P. Silk's tussah costs about $3.98 a yard. Pattern #3257 (60£) Proportioned slacks, waist size 25, (medium height— 5'4" to 5'6") about 2 Vs yards of 44"-45" fabric (without nap). Belding Corticelli 100% silk costs about $3.98 a yard. Pattern #4903: (65<) Mohair sleeveless dress, size 12, about We yards of 50" fabric (with or without nap). Carletex' mohair loop costs about $4.98 a yard. Simplicity Patterns are available at local stores everywhere. Pattern prices are slightly higher in Canada. To order by mail: Send check, money order, or stamps; size and pattern number to Patterns, Dept. PH., P. O. Box 2616, Grand Central Station, New York 17, New York. See Paula Prentiss in "Man's Favorite Sport," U-l, and "Follow the Boys," for M-G-M. VINCE EDWARDS Continued from page 59 carefree, bubbling-with-enthusiasm person I’ve known her to be. “That’s typical of the letters my son writes,” she said. “Very short and very sweet. I have to read between the lines to find any hidden messages.” There aren’t many things that bother Mrs. Zoine, but talking about the letter her famous son Vince Edwards wrote to her from London seemed to inflict both sadness and annoyance upon the actor’s sixty-eight-year-old mother. Brave woman that she is, she tried to hide her feelings. But not successfully. “Don’t hold that against Vince,” Mama Julie told me, half-pleadingly. “Vince is a very good son. but . . .” Her voice drifted. It was the “but” which carried significance and which set up the springboard for this story. Dwelling with dismay on Vince’s infre quent visits home. Mama Julie said “When he did come home, those twt times, we hardly got to see him. At least I never was able to see him alone foi any length of time. “On his first visit to Westbury there was a big family reunion and, naturally everyone — all his brothers and sisters nieces and nephews and friends — were around Vinnie every minute of the time I’m not complaining, mind you, but aftei all I would have loved to have spent some time alone with my baby. "‘When he came here in September it was an even bigger disappointment. I had been expecting him to fly directly from London to New York and stay with me in Brooklyn. I had made a lot of plans. I wanted him, for one thing, to visit his grandfather. He hasn’t seen his grandfather in more than twelve years. “But the plans were changed the last minute. Vinnie flew directly to Hollywood over the Polar route. That was very disillusioning for me after I had built up such expectations for his visit. “He finally came to New York, weeks later. But he disappointed me again by not paying me a visit at home in Brooklyn. I had to settle for an invitation to drop in and see him at the Hampshire House in Manhattan, where he was staying.” Heartbroken by Vince’s change of plans, Mrs. Zoine reluctantly hied over to Manhattan by subway and went to see her son in his hotel suite. But that wasn’t anything like she had expected, either. “It was like Grand Central Station,” Mama Julie said, with disappointment in every word. “He was surrounded by all kinds of people— television people, movie representatives, publicity men. You name them, they were there. I didn’t get one moment alone with my son.” Mama Julie’s patience wore thin after an hour. Sitting through the disconcerting turmoil that attended the presence of so many flunkie’s in Vince’s hotel rooms depressed her terribly. She finally got up, kissed Vince goodbye and left. But before she went, she asked her son for one last favor. “I’d like you,” she told Vince beseechingly, “to visit me at home. I want to take you over to see your grandfather.” Vince shook his head. “It’s impossible. Mom,” he replied flatly. “I’m just too busy. I’ve got a million appointments with TV and movie people, and I’ve only got a few hours before I leave for Hollywood.” Mama always understands Mrs. Zoine smiled weakly. “I understand, Vinnie,” she said sadly. “I know how busy you are.” That was typical of the woman Mama Julie is — understanding. But she does have a heart and feelings. And even though her son is a great success and she is proud of him, there is still that sense of torment that stems from Vince’s reluctance to fulfill his mother’s one big ambition: to come home to Brooklyn. “It may be a lot to ask of Vinnie, but how much time would it take?” Mama Julie shrugged helplessly. “You see, there are a lot of things I’d like to talk over with Vinnie — things that are private 74