Photoplay (Jul-Dec 1958)

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In this special page section, we bring you ★ DECORATING HINTS OF DOROTHY MALONE * PLANS FOR "HOLLYWOOD” HOMES YOU CAN AFFORD ★ CONTEST FOR WINNING A HOUSE OF YOUR OWN How Dorothy decorates her home: Our car, loaded with Photoplay staffers, turned through a white iron gate on a street in one of the loveliest sections of Beverly Hills, past the gate house just inside, up a winding driveway to a large, white two-story Spanish house. Two Afghan hounds rolled contentedly on the smooth green lawn. The quiet hush of afternoon was broken only by a faint rustling of leaves in the summer breeze, so the sound of our car alerted the lady of the house. Before we had tumbled out, the door was flung open, and there was Dorothy Malone, in a white shirt, Bermuda shorts and white wool socks — no shoes — greeting us with a big smile and a warm “Come in! Come in!” At the sight of her the dogs rushed up for an affectionate pat. “Meet Samson and Delilah,” Dorothy laughed, stroking each of them gently for a moment. Then she shooed them back to the lawn and led us inside. “You know, I finished the decorating just last week,” she said. Yes, we knew. That was why, though a visit (Story continued page 76. See more photos next page ) 62