Photoplay (Jul-Dec 1947)

p 1. I enjoy a "new" kitchen monthly by changing to new Royledge patterns on shelves, cupboards, etc. For a penny a day, my kitchen always sings with color ! 2. I put color harmony in closets, decorating shelves with gay Royledge patterns that match room colors and sparkle up the room. 3. I make old lamps look new, trimming with lovely "left-over" Royledge designs. So easy, such fun. See exciting neiu Royledge colors and patterns now! Doubl-edge Royledge is shelf lining paper and. edging all-in-one— place on shelf and fold. At 5-and-10's, naborhood, hardware, dept, stores. r JVT . 11 f>i | MILES 1 When your nerves occasion ■ ally get Jit-Jit-Jittery try 1 Miles NERVINE. Use only ■ as directed. All drug stores 1 —two forms — Liquid Nerv 1 L ine or Effervescent Tablets. NERVINE As Your Daily Mouthwash Notice its delightful flavor and pleasing results was some time after I finished "Honeymoon” and “The Bachelor and the Bobbysoxer” at RKO that I started in “That Hagen Girl” and I really got restless. But now Im busy again and am looking forward to working with Jack in his first picture, John Ford’s "War Party.” I ve always had ideas on how I’d like my abmft f£medfuy a,nd after talking to Jack about them the decorator and I had great fun putting the plans to work. We’r eg livmg m a charming home (at least we think so) we had built for ourselves in West Bos Angeles. When anyone exclaims about the house I purr like a contented cat. fm proudest of the way we redid the downstairs-because I did this all myself re!rrmhldo11 collection has always been P • t s been turned into a play room —a dancing room, really— with panels that have landscapes on them. The panels can be drawn back to show off the dolls. I still get additions to the collection and I love exhibiting them. ill ping. When I have to get clothes, I do it as quickly as possible. I like simple lines and unbrash colors. I do let myself go on hats and evening dresses. Some of mine are giddy. But for everyday wear I stick mainly to suits. I have a great many faults and I think I know most of them. My temper, for instance. When I get mad I cover it up. then it simmers for awhile and I finally blow up. Usually at something trivial You might say I have a delayed-take temper too delayed. I’m trying to cure that. I also suffer from “foot-and-mouth” disease. Nearly every time I open my mouth I put my foot in it. I’m trying to be less outspoken and, even harder, trying to keep some of my thoughts to myself. Another of my failings I blame on heredlty. Anyway, on my father. That’s my habit of kidding with a straight face. I find that sometimes it hurts people’s feelings, which is the last thing in the world I want to do. Jack helps me a lot with one big fault. I can’t remember names or faces. I could get away with it as a child and Mother always covered for me. But now I’m on my own. Luckily, Jack has a memory like a traffic cop and can tip me in whispers. I m looking forward to being old enough to vote because I feel like a citizen. I got that feeling as I grew up during the war. The hospital tours were largely responsible. I’d walk miles through the wards and rooms, talk with wounded men, visit with boys from all over the country. And, long before the term “One World” was coined, it seemed like one world to me. I received letters and dolls from everywhere. Many of the dolls were dressed in native costumes. They all had the same bodies, the same number of features — two eyes, one nose, one mouth, two ears. It was only the dress that differed. National boundaries didn’t exist for me. The people who wrote me, regardless of the language, all seemed to be the same kind of people, interested in the same things, , seeing the same moving pictures. It didn t matter what their color or creed. That s why the headlines, the stories in the papers about international squabbles and arguments, never seem quite real to me. There isn’t much difference between people. All I really want out of life is to live a useful existence in private as Mrs. John Agar and a useful existence in public as Shirley Temple, an actress who can give people a little pleasure. That seems to me the most wonderful life anyone can have —useful, full and happy. The End 94