Photoplay (Jul-Dec 1958)

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ONCE ROCK AND BETTY WERE MADE FOR EACH OTHER AND THEN THEY DRIFTED APART. CAN THEY RECAPTURE THE PAST AND THIS TIME MAKE IT LAST? IS THERE A SECOND CHANCE FOR ROCK'S HEART? T) ock was coining back to the fire carrying an orchid in his hand. The expression on his face was like a kid’s — as if he were bringing a good report card home for the very first time. He walked towards the pretty blonde girl who chatted with his mother while they cleaned up after the barbecue. And although his guests all watched him as he approached, it was as if they and his mother weren’t there. He saw only the girl. “Happy July 3, 1958,” he said formally, bowing as he gave her the orchid. “Why Rock,” she said, “it’s lovely. But what’s the occasion?” “Nothing,” he answered quietly, then added, “and everything. But if I have to have a reason, let’s say it’s because I love this crazy Mexican hat you bought me. I always wanted a hat with donkeys and peons sleeping on the brim. I just wanted to give you something in return.” “Remember the first time you gave me an orchid, at the premiere of ‘Magnificent Obsession’?” she asked. He gazed at her for a moment and then said softly, “I remember.” And suddenly, as if embarrassed by his feelings, he looked away — at the sky, and pointed upwards. “I see it,” she said, “the moon.” “No, over there,” he pointed at a single star. “Star light, star bright, first star I see tonight . . .” “I wish I may,” she continued, “I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight.” They both laughed. ( Continued on page 80) by JAE LYLE 32