Photoplay (Jan-Jun 1949)

Lady with a Past (Continued from page 47) I don’t know what the furnishings were like, except that they were all pretty broken-down and shabby. I never thought then of waking up in a beautiful, luxurious, pink and white bedroom, with the sun streaming through huge windows. I dashed into my shower, knowing there wasn’t going to be someone pounding on the door for me to hurry, so another girl could have her turn, as there always was at the American Woman’s Club, back in New York, when I was just hoping, while I practically starved. I thought about the fun we’d had last night in the Mayfair Room of the BeverlyWilshire Hotel. But during the evening, I found myself thinking of the enormous suite somewhere over our heads, where I’d spent one day, my first day in Hollywood. After I’d signed with M-G-M in New York, I was given money for a trip to Hollywood. I was told they’d expect me there in a few days. So I rushed home, packed, and took off. Well, it’s one of the few times I’ve been early anywhere. I’d read about movie players always getting off at Pasadena, so I did, too. Much to my surprise, no one met me. I CONFERRED with a taxi-driver, told him I was under contract to M-G-M and asked him to recommend a hotel. I guess he thought that only very successful movie people get off at Pasadena, because he drove miles and miles and miles and deposited me at the BeverlyWilshire Hotel, one of the most expensive out here. After I registered, I explained to the desk clerk that I needed to call M-G-M right away. I did! That taxi ride had cost me every cent I had left in the world! But the desk clerk didn't know that! The young lady who sat down in a room of the suite he assigned her, was a shivering predecessor of the Mrs. Richard Powell at a ringside table last night! This morning, as usual, as soon as I finished my shower, I grabbed the house phone and ordered my breakfast. Richard groaned as he listened to me say, “Orange juice, two eggs Benedict with lots and lots of Hollandaise sauce. French toast. . . .” Time was when breakfast for me was just a cup of coffee, and maybe a roll! Coffee was all I could afford the morning I signed my contract with M-G-M. The memory reminded me that I had just received my two weeks allowance of $25.00. I’ve never gotten over saving every extra dime for a rainy day, so I took $10.00 of it over to my fat, capacious bank. Opening it, I counted how much I have in it. Over $500! But any would-be burglar won’t find such a cash-haul in our house. Richard’s always breaking into it and leaving IOU’s. At the moment, the IOU’s total all but the ten dollars I put in this morning. Even that will probably be a Richard Powell autograph by the time I get home! Before we had our breakfast, Richard and I went in to our daughter, Pamela. When she saw us, she said, “Hi!” Then she pulled herself right up on her feet! I almost screamed, “Richard, I’m frightened! I’m afraid she’s going to be a genius!” Richard laughed, but I went on, “But Richard, she is! Why, I didn’t walk until I was a yearand-a-half old and I was even older before I started to talk!” I won’t repeat his comments. I just picked her up and put a grown-up dress on her. The nicest little blue dress with collar, cuffs and sash, just DON’T MISS THE NEW PICTURES men to tu&o ajavn. euu£ aoaoft ...CWu£ GU3CMC u/i/IG€j& JllpA ecuje/i to. hiiA. in a fiomantic lave Acene between SUE ENGLAND AND PETER FERNANDEZ IN "CITY ACROSS THE RIVER" c~/anoee> KISS COLORS TANGEE PINK QUEEN-You’11 be queen of his heart with this perfect pink on your lips. TANGEE RED RED— This reddest of reds makes all girls more kissahle — especially brunettes! TANGEE THEATRICAL RED -Dramatize your lips — for him — with this amorous, glamourous shade. TANGEE GAY-RED— A kiss-catching color for the fair-haired girl. Don't trust )mur romance to anything less than Tangee! KISSABLE TEXTURE /. Keeps lips soft... invitingly moist. 2. Feels just right... gives you confidence. 3. Does not smear or run at the edges. 4. Goes on so easily. ..so smoothly... so quickly. 5. And it lasts — and LASTS — and L-A-S-T-S! A UNIVERSAL-INTERNATIONAL PICTURE p 77