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RECENTLY, on August 16th, three Pecks became a bushel. On that date, the happy little threesome of Gregory, Greta and small Jonathan was increased to a foursome by the arrival of one Stephen Joseph Peck, weight seven pounds, six ounces.
Currently, it can be reported that both father and child are doing fine. Although unconcerned with mathematical equations, the fourth Peck has added two pounds, three ounces and a tolerant attitude toward the various grown-ups who stand over his crib and make childish, clucking noises. Someday, maybe about twelve years from now, young Stephen may want to put up his fists to anyone who reminds him that his name was originally Stephanie and was changed only when the doctor announced he was not the kind of Peck who could properly go around answering to such a moniker. At present, however, small-dark-andhandsome keeps his fists in his mouth and just ain’t talkin’. The same cannot be said of his old man:
“The difference between a onetime parent and a two-time parent,” says Greg smugly, “is that the first guy is a rank amateur.”
It is a well-known fact that the first time, Greg was the most nervous prospective papa in all Hollywood. This time, of course, he knew the fifteen miles from the Peck’s Coldwater Canyon home to the hospital by heart.
“It was about four o’clock in the morning when Greta said we’d better get over (Continued on page 90)
Four Pecks make a bushel of happiness — that’s what the wise old stork knew when he left Stephen with Greg, Greta and Jonathan
BY NATHANIA PIERSON
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