Photoplay (Jul-Dec 1947)

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Guy was only seven, but in some desperate way he knew he had been put to the test — and failed BY DOROTHY DEERE HE STOOD with scared eyes fastened to the criminal evidence spread on the floor. He was seven years old and dressed in khaki shorts that hung loosely on his bony little hips. The words of the nurse made hissing sounds in the shower-room. “Someone hasn’t been eating their bread — ” she was saying sternly, pointing to the unrolled napkin, spilling its stiffening bread-crusts to public gaze ... “Someone doesn’t care if he gets strong and healthy or not — ” the nurse was accusing. “And — what’s much worse — someone has been being sneaky about it!” Silence rode the ranks of the dozen small boys lined up against the wall. Only the drip-drip of a faucet dared intrude on the shameful sound of that word “sneaky.” It was a new word to the vocabulary of young Bob Moseley (later to become famous as Guy Madison) and he instantly decided he wanted no further connection with it. . . . Of course, everyone at the health resort knew it was a sin not to eat the four helpings of everything served to them each day. It was just that young Bob preferred his own method for a balanced diet. By rolling up his day’s ration of bread or toast and stuffing it into his shorts, to be thrown away after mealtime, ( Cont’d on page 93) 46