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isn’t afraid to tell anybody from A (for assistant director) to Z (for Zanuck). Yet, since there is nothing but candor in his straight blue gaze, you couldn’t possibly dislike him during the telling.
CEVENTEEN years isn’t a long span to ** look back on, but thinking it over carefully Dick can’t ever remember having been afraid or embarrassed or disappointed. He’s learned his lessons, but the teaching has been mostly a pleasant process.
The nearest he ever came to nervousness was when he had to stand up in front of the microphone at his picture’s premiere and “say a few words.” The words he really wanted to say were, “I wish I were home,” but he managed something better, even though his chin threatened to start shaking. He avoided this possibility when “Guadalcanal Diary” was presented on Cecil B. DeMille’s theater of the air, by chewing gum all during the broadcast — which, incidentally, was much better since the nervousness then passed on to Mr. DeMille.
When not working he’s generally swimming. Other enthusiasms include basketball, football and dancing — in moderation. When he leaves home for more than a couple of days he takes along a metal bar that is standard equipment for the doorway of any room in which he may be sleeping and every night before retiring he chins himself on it at least a dozen times.
His nickname among his athlete pals is “L. K.,” standing for Lotion King, because of the many bottles whose contents he applies daily (and usually leaves the tops off of) . Pomades, liniments and coolsmelling face-rubs — and all used strictly for neatness and well-being; yet if some manufacturer ever got a look at his glowing pinkly-tanned young skin, he could sell more complexion aids than Lana Turner, Rita Hayworth or any of the Hollywood lovelies.
While his daily wardrobe runs to sport shirts and the informal sort of corduroys that really aren’t broken in until they have a good bag at the knees, his “stepping out” attire is both meticulous and imaginative. Flamboyant sport coats are all right but the ties that go with them must be solid color for contrast and of good material.
Girls? Well, right now there’s safety in numbers. He likes them all — except the kind that scream.
Serious romance — like acting— will have to wait until he has helped settle a few of the more important things going on in this world.
The End