Photoplay (Jan-Jun 1948)

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A ship or a dream? Van Heflin did some thinking, then kept on travel ing, but in a different direction BY DIANE SCOTT [N a cheap rooming house off the Embarcadero, Seaman Van Heflin was fighting his last battle between the stage and the sea. Outside the window he could hear the wail of a ferryboat warning its way across San Francisco Bay. The thin shaft of winter sunlight stabbed through the curtain and through the fog that covered his head. He hadn’t felt this way since that last rough storm, a blow off the Florida coast. It was no day for decisions. But the time had come. All his life he’d prided himself on aiming for the top. The best grade in math class. The best performance in a class play. But there would be little satisfaction in being the world’s best bum. Two days before he’d paid off the boat from China with two hundred bucks. Now he was broke. Cleaned. Look at yourself, Heflin. You’re a sad, salty sight. You’ve got to figure this thing out. Why you’ve failed again. What you want. What you are. Or are not. Don’t pull your punches. Should he risk going back to the stage? Since childhood he’d dreamed of the theater. Dreamed it would be perfect. But when he’d gotten his first look at it in a play called “Mr. Money Penny,” he’d been disillusioned. It was a terrible flop. ( Continued on page 67) 59