Photoplay (Jan-Jun 1953)

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A MAN CAN GO A LONG WAY BEFORE HE FINDS WHAT HE WANTS MOST. FOR ROCK HUDSON, A • Home sweet Hollywood. Or was it? They’d be landing any minute now, but from San Bernardino the ceding had closed in below them. And where were those lights of home he’d missed so long? Rock Hudson was disappointed. More disappointed than when — after bucking a blizzard in Iceland and twenty hours of headwinds across the Atlantic — his plane had landed at Idlewdd Airport in New York and the field there, city-side, had been closed in too. Just a lot of covmtry. No lights. Nothing but heavy darkness. “How do you feel about the Swarm’ welcome in England, Rock?” reporters had asked. “What about those hot protests British Equity made about you starring in ‘The Sea Devil’ over there?” This he could answer. “How does it feel to be home. Rock?” This he couldn’t. “Great,” he’d said. And then the growing liunp in his throat was answering ior him. . . . Now they were going through the clouds, cind there she lay — The City of the Angels shimmering brightly 50