Photoplay (Jan-Jun 1953)

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Once there was a lonely little girl who found a friend in a strange city. Years later, she again needed friendship . . . AND ALONG CAME DODO BY MARY GOODWIN • I had been brushed oflf. I had written to Doris Day three times, in care of Warner Brothers Studios. Weeks had gone by with no answer, and my husband had said, “You see? Movie stars are all alike. They have no time for their old friends.” It made me a little sad, remembering our first meeting. I was twelve, lonely and friendless in a new town. The neighborhood to which we had moved, in a Cincinnati suburb, seemed to be filled with nothing but boys at an age when they definitely do not care for the companionship of girls. I was sitting alone on my front steps, feeling sorry for myself, when along came Dodo on a bicycle. She was wearing a sports jacket and a visored cap, and her face was covered with freckles and aglow with youthf\il friendliness. “Hi!” she called to me. “Want to play softball with the gang?” There was no doubt about it. I’d found a pal. Now, again, I was friendless in a new neighborhood, a new state. The only person I knew in the entire city of Los Angeles was Doris Day. But, with my notes unanswered, I was resigned to chalking off Dodo as a casualty of time and distance. Then, one day, there was a big fire at Warners Studios. My husband and I have an apartment only a few blocks away in the Toluca Lake district and, attracted by the fire engines (Continued on page 103) Mary Goodwin, childhood friend of Doris, visits her on the set of "By the Light of the Silvery Moon”