Photoplay (Jan-Jun 1948)

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My PAL PECK of the best meals either of us ever ate! That evening seems pretty hard to remember now I must admit — now, wben Greg’s a famous star in pictures. But one of the great things about Greg is that it’s not hard for him to remember. He sat up all night remembering it (and others like it) the night I arrived in California to visit him and his wife, a few months ago. I couldn’t get over his house — a warm, comfortable house set on top of a Hollywood mountain. His garage held two big cars; Greta’s closet had several fur coats in it and the kitchen cupboards were piled high with every kind of food in the world! What a difference five years could make! UT there was no difference in Greg as a friend. The next evening he proved it. He came home for dinner laden down with presents for me — he had quietly recalled that it was my birthday. He’d bought presents for me from every member of his household — his wife Greta, his son Jonathan, even the cook and the nurse. On top of that, he’d secretly told Greta to plan me a birthday dinner, complete with champagne. And on top of that, after dinner he and Greta took me to a mammoth Hollywood party given by Jane and Ronald Reagan. It was in honor of Joan Crawford’s birthday, and inside of a few minutes it was also in honor of mine! You can pretty well judge a person by his friends and you can judge a lot about Greg by the ones he’s chosen in Hollywood: Jane and Ronnie Reagan, Burl Ives, the William Princes, the Henry Morgans, the Forrest Tuckers, Eve Arden, the Jerry Walds ... all of them completely without pretense. In fact, they all hate pretense to the point of developing an odd and interesting game. Whenever one of those “namedroppers” comes over to the Peck house, the Pecks and ( Continued on page 74) 41 A