Photoplay (Jan-Jun 1948)

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in the fairyland nursery for the new queen at the Briskins OMEONE new has been added to the home of Betty and Ted Briskin. Holding court in a baby boudoir fit for the little queen she is, from a throne of white marquisette lined with pink satin, is Lindsay Diane Briskin . . . better known “Buttercup.” iliat she should be nicknamed after that famous comic strip cherub is only e of the many surprises in Betty Hutton’s latest production entitled, “The Birth Buttercup.” They could only happen to this romping beautiful blitzing blonde. And they did. Her opening scene was done in complete reverse. There was no knitting of tiny garments, to be discovered by a surprised spouse with a “you mean?” accompanied by a modest dropping of eyelashes. Then “Darling” and the big clinch. No walking out of a doctor’s office with stars in her eyes, bumping into buildings and plucking daisy petals as she walked. Perhaps it’s parental justice that at long last a father got to take over the announcement of parenthood. For in their case it was Ted who told Betty that she was about to become a mother. Noticing her unusual nervousness and moodiness, her husband had felt for days that something highly unusual was happening to her. “Honey, why don’t you see a doctor?” he suggested. She did, but the report came out ( Continued on page 126) Artist Hugo Melchione brought the story book characters right into the nursery