Photoplay (Jul-Dec 1947)

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families, and that was only on Sundays. They had “brunch” every Sunday noon with Mrs. Crain and Jeanne’s lovely younger sister, Rita. At six, they moved on to Paul’s parents and had dinner with them. Other than that, they did nothing but visit their house, and watch the orchard being planted, and the flowers put in and the space for the waterfall being dug out. They read to one another evenings, saw occasional movies, and Jeanne took up water color painting, turning out sketches of crazy, wild animals and charming little children which are now being turned into a frieze for Paul Jr.’s nursery. The Saturday evening before Easter, they went to see “The Egg and I.” The baby was then about two weeks overdue but Jeanne wasn’t feeling too uncomfortable. While she laughed at the picture, she felt a twinge or two of pain but she ignored it. They had huge hot-fudge sundaes before returning to the apartment and were just nicely settled in their beds when Jeanne said, “Paul, where’s your stop watch?” The stop watch had been one of her Christmas presents to her husband. Working over his radios, Paul often had desired split second timing. But it is to be doubted if a stop watch has often been used to time labor pains, as it was on this occasion — and seldom that any father knew such pains were being spaced exactly five minutes and twenty seconds apart. In fact, Paul didn’t know that for more than ten minutes and forty seconds before he had Jeanne in the car heading toward The Queen of the Angels. They cut the hospital gates at 12:30 and at 5:13.10 on the stop watch, Paul Jr. made his debut. WALTER originator Pin-Up G "I r e c o m Flame G stick to all of my pin-up models for extra beauty, extra glamour . . . no blurry edges!" ASK Jeanne which one of them the baby looks like and she smiles that tender smile of hers and says, “Exactly like Paul.” Ask Paul and his dark, distinguished face glows and he announces, “He’s the image of Jeanne.” Ask me or any other observer of this baby of babies and we’ll tell you it looks identically like both of them. Only one thing had worried Jeanne during the nine months. She was frightened that she might have a “bald” baby. Why, with such heads of hair as she and Paul have this idea ever occurred to her, nobody will ever know. They gave her only a spinal, so she heard her baby’s first cry, whereupon she demanded to know its sex, and to see it. She took one glance and relaxed. “Oh, what beautiful hair he has,” she sighed happily. The doctor snorted at her. “Look at his shoulders,” Dr. Alphonsus McCarthy said. “I never saw such shoulders. You’d better register him for the Notre Dame team tomorrow morning.” Little Paul has very dark hair, like his father and very blue eyes like his mother. Being the first grandchild in either family, both elder sets are wildly happy. In fact there’s only one creature who isn’t thrilled over his advent. That’s Jeanne’s lion cub. She got banished to a private zoo. That broke Jeanne’s heart almost as much as it did the cub’s — but the doctor wouldn’t hear of his being around such a wonder child. But right in that small, empty spot in Jeanne’s wild-animal-loving heart is where the fawn may come in. That is, unless the second baby makes her forget about fawns, too. For already Jeanne is planning for another baby. He will be, Jeanne says, another boy and his name will be Michael Anthony Brinkman. Paul grins. Paul says he would like it if he turned out to be a she, Jeanne Crain Brinkman, Second. But he knows he hasn’t a chance.. For Jeanne always makes her dreams come true, which is what Paul wants for her, forever and always. The End C^ne pin-up girl tells another . . . and that's how Flame-Glo Lipstick’s popularity grew! You’ve heard it, too . . . the story of its color-vibrant magnetism, its alluring loveliness, its "come hither” attraction for men. Yes, you can count on Flame-Glo as the pin-ups do . . . for day-long beauty that keeps hours longer, thanks to its waterrepellency. No blurred edges! In your choice of Raspberry, Royal Wine, Glamour Red, Medium, Ruby Red, Pink Fire, Dynamic Red or Pinwheel Red. Try Flame-Glo today! KEEP KISSABLE WITH