Photoplay (Jul-Dec 1963)

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star and never marry. Have a million romances. Have fun. Play the field. Live it up. Today I feel like the most fortunate girl on earth. I’m happy, really happy. This is what Vve wanted all my life. Someone to love completely, someone to love me. That’s what life is all about, that’s what counts. He is standing, waiting before the altar, a dark, curly-haired fellow with a sensitive face and twinkling blue eyes. Jim Stacy, the man with whom she’s going to share her life. What does he have that Gary Clarke didn't have? What is there about him different from any other boy she’s ever known ? He’s strong. He doesn’t have to throw his weight around, he just clearly is going to be head of their house. He’s as independent as Connie, and because she loves him, she’s willing to be guided now for the very first time in her life. More than willing. One person recently said to me about love — it’s not heaven or hell, it’s a little bit of both and more of the middle of the road. With Gary, I was either up on a mountain peak or ready to die. This is a far more mature kind of love. I feel as if I’d grown up. I’ve found I don’t mind being criticized or told what to do — when it’s Jim who does it. I’d never stand for that before. But I trust his judgment. He makes it quite clear he’ll be head of the house. And I like it — I really was surprised, I must admit. We’re very much alike in temperament. We sometimes have exactly the same thoughts. Yesterday it was so hot I said, “Let’s fry an egg on the sidewalk” ; and he said, “Of ( Please turn the page) Ifc# _