Photoplay (Jan-Jun 1949)

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THIS morning the alarm clock went off with its usual five-thirty effectiveness. As I snapped awake, I thought, “But this isn’t a working day.” Then, realizing what day it was, I barefooted across the carpeted floor to drink my usual three glasses of cold water and take a shower. Shivering a little, I thought that even my family would appreciate my mania for orderliness on this day — even if that mania had upon occasion caused me to do such foolish things as throw away the ration books when cleaning out a kitchen drawer. In just a few hours Bob and I would leave the little house I had moved into when he was in the Navy. Like half of America, we had dreamed that, come the war’s end, we’d build our dream house. We had paced back and forth over the acre we’d bought. We were the pair who knew exactly what we wanted. Our dream house had been long and carefully planned and we wouldn’t change a detail! So, like many others, we postponed building the dream until it could be ideally realized. Lately, being practical instead, we had bought an old but larger house, fitted it as much as possible to compare with our dream house and today ( Continued on page 70) STANWYCK What objects would tell the story of your life? These mark milestones for Barbara The crystal in Steuben’s window Painting of a dancer by Paul Clemens 33