Photoplay (Jan-Jun 1953)

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Tab Hunter learned about 1 courage and faith from his mother. He had to succeed — for her • Christmas was just around the comer. As usual at that festive time of year, the shipping department of Barker Bros, on Hollywood Boulevard was churning like an angry beehive. Conspicuous among the employees, was a handsome, blond six-footer who looked like a fugitive from a college campus. His strong fingers pounced upon the endless parade of packages, and quicker than you cem say, “Happy holiday,” he had them packed, labeled and on their merry way. Suddenly a name and address caught his eye. “Holy Cow!” exclaimed Tab Himter (he was thMi Art Gelien — ^pronoimced Ga-leen) . He held a package up and gazed at it rapturously. “What is it — ^a time bomb?” cracked the guy on his left. “It’s a present for Linda Darnell,” said Tab. “Brother, wouldn’t I love to deliver this myself and have a good look at her!” Two years, four months and a million dreams later. Tab Hxmter was getting about the best look at Linda DarneU that a man can get. She was in his arms, very close and very tight in his arms. Her breath was warm on his lips as his blue eyes mirrored the painful self-consciousness he felt. “Don’t worry, honey,” she whispered, “just relax. I’m lucky for newcomers.” He drew her to him, pressed his lips against hers. Tenderly, he eased her away again. His cheeks were flushed with embarrassment. She smiled a broad, approving smile. “That was nice, honey,” she said soothingly. Eass included, the screen test was just what the casting dhector ordered. And Linda DarneU had a new romsmtic leading man for “Island of Desire.” It was the first time Tab Hunter ever faced a camera, though producers Pine and Thomas had once used the back of his head for a scene — in “The Lawless.” “Good things are always happening to me,” twenty-one-year-old Tab earnestly reflects — so earnestly, in fact, that on first meeting him one wonders if he’s for real. He’s so fantasticaUy forthright, he shames the most seasoned skeptic. The “good things” that happen to Tab, he sincerely and honestly believes, are the result of good thoughts. (Continued on page 88) 66