Photoplay (Jan-Jun 1952)

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D ale Robertson says, “I don’t get excited and I don’t get despondent. When something good happens, it comes as no surprise. And I don’t consider anything that happens bad.” Dale’s gray-green eyes look smokecolored through the heavy lashes. His manner’s as easy as his Oklahoma drawl. He says what he has to say and stops, obviously under no compulsion to embroider. And at Twentieth CenturyFox there’s been nothing to match him since the year of the young Ty Power. As he talks, you feel in him the same kind of balance and sanity that you felt in Joe Blake, blazing his quiet way through “Take Care of My Little Girl.” His ideas are definite without being rigid. Curiously enough, he broke with a girl on the sorority question. It happened at Oklahoma Military College. “Are you joining a frat?” asked the girl. “No, I can’t ( Continued on page 77) A big guy, Dale never had to knock anyone down to get what he wanted. He uses a different approach. But the punch is there, just the same BY IDA ZEITLIN 45