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known as Susan Hayward, who proves that luck is pluck
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1:7^1, N old apartment house on Church W Avenue in Brooklyn stands only a
■ A W nickel’s ride from Broadway. It ULf is only 3,000 miles (unless you count struggle) from Hollywood. Yet one sunny spring morning that house seemed a whole eternity away from fame and close as a whisper to tragedy.
A small girl’s face, with amber eyes under soft red hair, pressed against a windowpane of the third floor front to watch the running children below. Above the children bits of white fluttered, rose and fell, followed along.
Six-year-old Edythe Marrener whirled. “Mother!” she cried, with an intensity that would never leave her. “Please give me three cents!”
The child ran down the stairs, darted out the door and over to the corner candy store. In twenty seconds she ran out again, looking back over her shoulder to admire the newest toy novelty swooping up and down — a paper airplane at the end of a string.
There were no yards for play in that block, so Edythe headed for the excited children in the street. At that moment an automobile shot around the comer.
Edythe went down, trailing the paper airplane in the dust. A front and a rear wheel rolled over her body. The atmosphere in laughing Church Avenue changed, as if by dark and frightening magic.
When the ambulance came, an interne said, “It’s well you didn’t try to move her — both thighs are fractured.” A neighbor, among the crowd that had gathered, told a reporter: “What a terrible thing! Her mother has been putting out a dollar a week, for two years, to give the youngster dancing lessons.”
Newspaper readers and Flatbush neighbors responded to the story of the little would-be dancer whose career would never bloom, for doctors at first thought she would die, then feared she would never walk. Presents poured in in such numbers that Mrs. Marrener, not a mother to spoil a child, held them back, turning them over one at a time each morning for a pleasant surprise to the shattered child.
Edythe fooled the doctors and walked in six months. During every day of that half year in bed, she received a new, “wonderful” present!
Today little Edythe Marrener, known as Susan Hayward, has just co-starred simultaneously in two ( Continued on page 108)
"Don't try to change me!" says Susan Hayward, who stars in "The Hairy Ape." And who would change that pretty redhead?
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