Photoplay (Jul-Dec 1955)

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Doris' absent-mindedness doesn’t bother Marty. By now, he knows he’s married to Hollywood? s most sentimental girl! • According to the calendar it was still winter, but spring was already in the air the afternoon Marty Melcher and his Mrs., professionally known as Doris Day, were heading back from M-G-M across Cahuenga Pass, to their San Fernando Valley home. It had been Doris’ last day at the Culver City studio, where she had just finished “Love Me or Leave Me.” There was much she had to tell Marty. With the last minute rush of dubbing, publicity and catch-up shots, for the past few days she’d had to leave her house earlier than usual, get back later than customary, was too exhausted for much conversation while home. Suddenly, seemingly without cause, Doris stopped talking. A far-away look crept into her eyes as her mind wandered to distant places, carried along a path of strings and saxophones, to the melody of “With the Wind and the Rain in Your Hair.” “What were you saying about that last scene?” Marty inquired. There was no reply. “Doris . . .” “Hmmmm . . .” “You were telling me about that last scene today. . . .” “I was? Oh, I’m sorry, Marty,” she burst out. “I was listening to that song. (Continued on page 90) TIME It doesn’t take much to send her traveling down Memory Lane. And when Doris gets that look in her eyes it means this Day’s gone again ! BY PEER OPPENHEIMER 69