Photoplay (Jan-Jun 1963)

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i= The Hidden Panic or MM Chamberlain One morning, back in 1954, sedate Pomona College in Claremont, California, suffered a shock. Hanging high on ivied Carnegie Hall, an outrageous painting startled students, faculty members and distinguished visitors crowding the campus for the annual Arts Festival. The lurid poster showed a twelve feet long and ten feet high sagehen, Pomona’s hallowed emblem, being bloodily crucified by a snarling lion. Beneath this blazed an accusing quote from Calvary: “They Know Not What They Do!” “They” obviously referred to the object of its scorn, Pomona’s prexy, Dr. Lyon. Clearly, whatever sassy Joe College committed the crime, he was doomed to be bouncing right out of the school in disgrace. Yet nobody was — because to this day the crime has never been solved. That’s not surprising, but maybe it’s time to tell: The ringleader (a drama club buff sore at Dr. Lyon for disciplining a friend) was the least likely suspect in school. He was a model student and a perfect gentleman who was generally considered as menacing as a glass of milk. Today you know him as TV’s Dr. Kildare. He was known then as George Richard Chamberlain. When that campus scandal broke, George Richard was only another Pomona sophomore chasing his Bachelor of Arts degree. But it still draws a bead on the blond, bland, 27-year-old TV charmer known today simply as Dick Chamberlain: outwardly, Dick wears the same mild mask of gentlemanly innocence that threw college authorities way off his trail. But lurking right beneath that mask i is also the same iron nerve, disciplined de j termination, deadly sophistication and puck I ish flair that allowed him to pull off the bold prank. And lurking even beneath that lies j the hidden panic of Dick Chamberlain . . . the fear that he’ll reveal too much of him ! self . . . the fear that people won’t like him ' if they know what he’s really like. This contradictory combination makes him Hollywood’s most puzzling character, yet most formidable, hard-to-reach star. Two years ago, when M-G-M picked Dick to play Dr . Kildare , a friend of his, Jack Nicholson, cracked, “It was inevitable. Who else could possibly look as antiseptic as Dick?” The remark is still good today; then I! it was perfect. At that point, the pleasant young nobody M-G-M {Please turn the page ) 39