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Century-Fox, where she had been under contract for half a year but hadn’t faced a camera except for a screen test.
But Paul Brinkman was determined to find this girl he’d never met and whose name he didn’t know. He asked everyone about her, got no help anywhere and was about to give up when one day, driving along Sunset Boulevard, the miracle happened. There, riding with a woman who must be her mother, was his lovely unknown. He honked his horn. His dream girl kept her eyes down most demurely.
LATER, after they had been properly introduced, Paul asked Jeanne if she saw him that day. Jeanne said, “No.”
“The first thing I confessed to Paul after we were married,” Jeanne says now, “was that that was the biggest lie I ever told in my life. I did see him that day and my heart began to beat like crazy.”
Paul Brinkman throttled down his car to run along beside the little sedan, until the chorus of horns behind him made that impossible. But before he stopped being a one-man traffic jam, he noted down the sedan’s license number and, equipped with that, he drove all the way down to Los Angeles Traffic Bureau, which did him no good whatsoever. Los Angeles doesn’t casually tell what license plate belongs to whom.
Two months went by and then the modern god, Publicity, played Cupid. Paul Brinkman, now running a small war plant, met Jeanne while both were lunching at the Farmer’s Market. He reintroduced himself and asked for a date. However, Jeanne (though delighted) was leaving shortly for location on “Home In Indiana,’’ and it wasn’t until many weeks later that they saw each other again.
The amazing part of it was that at their second meeting Jeanne didn’t like Paul particularly. “He’s too sophisticated,” she told her mother. “He’s got more money to spend and well, he’s just too worldly.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” said her mother. “I think he’s very charming.”
Actually Mrs. Crain didn’t think much about Paul, any more than she thought about Lon McCallister or (later) Henry King Jr., son of the famous director, or any of the other mob of boys, most of them from Loyola University, who were always hanging around Jeanne and Rita. She took refuge in the ( Continued on page 96)
Ty Power congratulates Paul Brinkman on his marriage to Jeanne Crain
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