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FACES EAST
E
Vermonters still recall the day that
Andrews fellow chased the horse
straight through town — losing by a nose
-OR one who has had a lot of the West, the East can create an appetite as keen as an African native’s craving for salt.
So Dana Andrews discovered when he went to Connecticut to make “Boomerang.” This was it! The smell of an eastern autumn in the air; real Colonial houses with their roots in the soil for half a century instead of the transplanted variety that stood out on the dry California hills like Christmas boxes in July.
Promptly he rented one of the real ones and sent for his whole family — Mary, his wife; four-year-old Kathy; two-year-old Stephen; with thirteen-year-old David joining them during the school holidays.
There was the added tang of getting into New York — particularly for the giant premiere of Samuel Goldwyn’s picture, “The Best Years of Our Lives” in which Dana gives one of his finest performances. On that day Dana was lunching peacefully with a friend at “21” when the waiter interrupted him.
“There’s a telephone call for you, Mr. Andrews,” he said. “It’s a Mr. Bob Shirley who says he knew you in Texas.”
Dana thought hard. Then he remembered. Exactly sixteen years before, he had shared a room at the Y.M.C.A. in Austin, Texas, with a Bob Shirley. He sprinted to the telephone.
Over the wire came the same Texan drawl he had heard sixteen years earlier. It was Bob Shirley, all right, still sprinkling Texas liberally into his English.
He congratulated Dana on his career. Then he added, “Matter of fact, I’ve a little favor to ask you concernin’ that, Dana.”
“What is it?” said Dana, ready to loan a few dollars to his old roommate, or give him some introduction for a job.
“I kinda wondered if you couldn’t git me six tickets for the big premeer tonight,” Bob said.
Dana was appalled. He explained that the theater was sold out. There wasn’t a ticket to be had. ( Continued on page 119)
Dana of “Boomerang” and the Andrewses — big and little: David, Katherine, Stephen, and Mary
BY ELEANOR HARRIS
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