Photoplay (Jan-Jun 1947)

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Berter^%,f , and Bm. GOSH, YOU R£ ^ SCRAPPY LATELY, JUDY! r SPEND MORE TIME IN A ■ THE DOGHOUSE THAN FIDO! WHAT'S THE TROUBLE? JIM,I CANT TELL I YOU! YOUR DENTIST CAN HANDLE A SUBJECT LIKE — LIKE BAD BREATH BETTER THAN I CAN! TO COMBAT BAD BREATH, I RECOMMEND COLGATE DENTAL CREAM! FOR SCIENTIFIC TESTS PROVE THAT IN 7 OUT OF 10 CASES, COLGATE'S INSTANTLY STOPS BAD BREATH THAT ORIGINATES IN THE MOUTH! j. “Colgate Dental Cream’s active penetrating foam gets into hidden crevices between teeth — helps clean out decaying food particles — stop stagnant saliva odors — remove the cause of much bad breath. And Colgate’s soft polishing agent cleans enamel thoroughly, gently and safely!” L.'ITEK-Thanks to Colgate Dental Cream COLGATE DENTAL CREAM DIO ALL RIGHT BY ME! NOW I'M OUT OF THE DOGHOUSE, AS YOU CAN SEE What Should I Do ? YOUR PROBLEMS ANSWERED BY CLAUDETTE COLBERT Claudette Colbert, delightful star of “Sleep, My Love” EAR MISS COLBERT: During the war I took some of my training in California and I sure liked the place. Everybody was keen to us service men. I met people I had never hoped to meet. Also, I was invited to some wonderful homes. After the war I returned to my home town and married my high-school sweetheart. I got my old job back, too, and we bought a house on time. In ten years, if everything goes well. I’ll really be a property owner. Lately I’ve grown restless. I’d like to go back to California and work in a studio. Maybe I’m glamour-struck, as my wife says in some disgust; maybe I just want more than this little town has to offer. Here are my qualifications: I am a journeyman electrician. Also, I took typing and shorthand in school, so I could be a secretary if anybody wanted a man for the job. I have a certain amount of artistic talent, as I draw and paint for a hobby — maybe Disney could use me. I have no acting ambitions. I’m just average looking so that part of it is out. However, I’d like to mingle again with the world’s great, see them at parties and become a part of Hollywood. My wife says the war is over and that I can’t forget it. Floyd D. Your type of letter is coming into my office by the dozens every day. Almost everyone who writes has a wrong conception of Hollywood in peace time. True, service men were royally entertained on the west coast. But not as individuals, but as courageous, devoted members of a crusade. The idea, not the man, was the inspiration for much of the hospitality. You have told me enough about your personal life to assure me that you would be miserable in California. Only specialists in technical fields are able to come west and make good. You have obligated yourself to buy a home, an obligation that you would have to dispose of — probably to your detriment. And you would find that peacetime Hollytvood is no more hospitable than peacetime I\ew York, Chicago, Milwaukee, or Dallas. To insure your eventual happiness, stay where you are. Immerse yourself in the activities of the community and decide to be happy there. Claudette Colbert Dear Miss Colbert:’ I got married September 19, 1947 to an ex-GI. He had been out of service eighteen months when I met him at an American Legion dance. He is a wonderful dancer and lots of fun. We went together four months before we got married. I thought I knew him pretty well, but it turns out that it wasn’t quite well enough. He explained that we would have to live with his parents a few weeks until we could get settled. Well, we are still with them. Worse than that, he quit his job two weeks after we were married because of something the boss said to him. He said that he had taken all the top-sergeant talk he was going to take for the rest of his life. Since then he hasn’t even tried to get a job and he actually asked his mother for money to buy groceries and for the movies. I’m so embarrassed. What would you do? Harriet B. M. If I were you, Vd first get a job. Then, having established a source of income, find a room with cooking privileges or some sort of living accommodations. Insist on Bud’s helping you to start a home of your own no matter how modest it is at first. Don’t nag at him to get a job. Get busy yourself, bearing in mind that you took him “For better for worse, for richer for poorer.” Then, if he hasn’t been fired by your ambition to get busy himself, you should encourage him to see a doctor at the nearest Veterans’ facility. Every Veterans’ hospital is doing wonders for the maladjusted, the confused and the disgruntled. Claudette Colbert Dear Miss Colbert: I had a nice wife, a little extravagant, a little pepper on the tongue, but still a nice wife, and we had three young ones. I am a cook by trade, and she was a waitress. We got along fine, I thought. We bought some ground, built a house and were getting along fairly well. Then she up and left me. Just walked out. No note or anything. Not even a quarrel. I could not believe it. I broke down and cried. One hundred and ninety pounds of man — crying. I tried to find her. Finally a relative told me she was with her parents in another state. I lost my job because I could not work for trying to figure it out, maybe drinking a little. I lost our home because I could not make payments. Almost, I lost my mind. Her lawyer sent me divorce papers. I got me a lawyer. He wrote, asking for a fair chance for me. She would not answer my letters or my lawyer’s letters. Finally her mother wrote to me saying she felt sorry about everything. She knew that sometimes my wife picked up a few things in stores, a little mistake she got over because I lectured her and that I had kept her out of trouble because I knew it was a sickness. She said the family was grateful to me, but that (Continued on page 6)