Photoplay (Jul-Dec 1958)

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by MOLLY BEE “Hey there, Molly Bee! You with the daydream m your eyes !” called the counter boy at Wil Wright’s the other afternoon. “Dreaming again?” And he caught me with my daydreams showing — or almost. Was my face red! There I was, at least a million miles away — in outer space somewhere — dreaming I was Dinah Shore. I was so embarrassed I blushed right to the tips of my ears. If you were to ask me my biggest fault, I guess I’d have to admit it’s daydreaming . Mother says most teenage girls do it. I wonder, do you think boys ever do? What do I daydream about? Oh, about Rock Hudson or Doris Day . . . But mostly about myself, and what I’d like to do and be and have and look like and where I’d like to go and just how I’d like tO live yOU knOW, that SOrt ( Continued on page 94)