Photoplay (Jan-Jun 1953)

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• “Come on, drink it. Don’t be snooty, or your old mother’ll hit you in the head,” said Debbie, addressing her dog. She shoved a bowl of water under its nose, and tied it to the chair-leg with a rope. “Because those old leashes cost so much,” she explained the rope. “Imagine, three dollars for a .collar, three for a leash. Practically my whole allowance, and she chews it up. Let her chew rope, which doesn’t cost a thing. It’s the studio’s rope.” The poodle dimked a paw into the bowl. Debbie bent down and quickly undunked it. “Now you’re going to catch pneumonia or something — and who’s got time to soothe your foolish brow? Settle down, thing.” The pup settled. So did Debbie. She’d been rehearsing dance routines for the Marge and Gower Champion musical, “Give a Girl a Break’,’ and this was her lunch hour. A sandwich in one hand, a mammoth carrot in the other punctuated her discoxirse. 'Through the sunlit strip between sound stages, people came and went. At times she’d tip her carrot in salute. At times she’d be too deep in talk to notice. It made no difference. Sighting the green-eyed elf in the canvas chair, each face cracked into a wide warm grin. Meet Miss Reynolds and you’re meeting a pair of characters. One’s the kid Gene Kelly was talking about 48