Photoplay (Jan-Jun 1948)

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Joan runs ont of steppingstones so off come the shoes — oh well, she likes wading, anyway Old rock chair’s got her! And she loves it, judging by the Caulfield smile course — of the clear, cold brook water very fine figure which measures a trim five feet five inches. She is subject to all the usual human aberrations. One evening not long ago if you had been standing in line for a ticket at the Normandie Theater on East 53rd Street in New York, you would have noticed a brunette and a blonde come striding up, unglamourously togged out in flat leather moccasins, checked coats and (revealed under the coats) sweaters and skirts. No hat, no gloves — but suddenly an awful lot of giggles. Because the blonde stepped briskly up to the ticket window, said, “Two tickets, please” — and then, scrambling wildly around in her purse, she suddenly backed away and shrieked, “Horrors! I have to go home first and get some money!” At this the two girls went into hysterics. They staggered up the street clinging to each other while they shouted with laughter. Shortly they returned more composed and bought their way into the theater. The girls? One was Joan Caulfield, movie star, and the other her best friend in New York — Patrice Munsel, young and beautiful Metropolitan Opera singer! But none of this perfectly normal behavior on the part of a famous young lady amazes Joan’s family . . . probably because her family is responsible for the whole thing. No Caulfield could possibly get away with anything but natural behavior. There are too many other Caulfields sitting around demanding their ( Continued on page 74) 48