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Did I Say Candy? ( Continued from page 53) inspired her mother was to have named her Angela just as the Angel softly said, “I carry two guns.” “Shootin’ guns?” I cried, prepared to do a Butch. “One,” she said ominously, “clicks. The other does not click.” The one-click chick was headed for the Hitching Post theater. She attends Sunday afternoon as regularly as she goes to church in the morning. It’s a Jekyll-Hyde transformation. In the morning a tot in bobby-sox and bonnet carrying a rosary, in the afternoon a tootin’ terror in jeans. The Jekyll-Hyde change is nothing for Margaret. She’s protean in life as on the screen; actress, dancer, radio artist and columnist at eleven. And all this she is giving up to become a dog trainer. That’s the scoop she gave us in the first interview in six months. “Is that material?” she asked. “Sensational.” She smiled and turned to her mother, “That’s material, Mommy.” HISS O’BRIEN became a writer last summer. She uses a portable the Philadelphia Ledger gave her and two fingers. Twenty newspapers leaped for her column. “Now you are one of us dear!” cried a Big Sister columnist. “Don’t you love it?” “I would rather be a dog trainer,” said Miss O’Brien. She likes writing, though, and feels literary. Her library is growing. “How many volumes have you?” asked a fellow bibliophile. “Twenty dog stories,” she replied. “I also read Superman, Bugs Bunny, Captain Marvel and Donald Duck.” Happily she will continue acting a while longer. She does not plan to adjourn to the kennels until a dilapidated crone of twenty or thirty. Having read of the hard work and tribulations that go with stardom the inquiring reporter asked her what she found hardest. “Nothing is hard,” she said. “It’s fun.” She feels sorry for children who cannot act, only play. “I like to play too,” she said. “I play jacks, jump rope, skate and swim.” Mrs. O’Brien sold their house and moved into a beach club this summer. Margaret took a running dive into the breakers and proceeded to swim uninstructed like a baby porpoise. Admiring life guards said she sure would be another champ like Esther Williams. There was a time when Miss O’Brien talked of being a lady jockey. One does not speak of that now. Wally Beery’s horse ran away with her. That was on his Wyoming ranch, doing “Bad Bascomb.” Cowboys congealed as the horse pounded over ground pitted with holes. Margaret clung to the reins and the horse took her into the barn. Miss O’Brien emerged in favor of dogs but no hard feelings toward horses. She has only one fear, that of being alone. Mrs. O’Brien takes the blame for that. “Her aunt and I felt it necessary to warn her when we were traveling.” She is not temperamental. Her mother gave her the privilege of naming the temperamental member of the family. Margaret only smiled discreetly. Mrs. O’Brien made a clean breast: “Mommy is the one who blows up.” “You are bad only a moment,” said Margaret indulgently. Of her pictures, the last one is her favorite. The last one is always her favorite, her mother says. In “The Unfinished Dance” she does ballet and in BRASSIERES BY “Allo-Ette ’ /superbly moulds ar^i) controls the average bosom and that in-between type, the just slightly larger ■ than average bosom. Made with 2-inch diaphragm band for additional support. In various fabrics . . . $1.75 up. "There is a Maiden Form for Every Type of Figure !" Send for free Style Folders: Maiden Form Brassiere Company, Inc., New York 16. N Y. Double-Duty Nose Drops Work Right Where Trouble Is! Instantly— when you put a few drops of Vicks Va-tro-nol in each nostril — it starts right to work to bring grand relief. It quickly relieves sniffly head cold distress . . . opens up cold-dogged nose and lets you breathe easier again. And Va-tro-nol helps prevent many colds from developing if used at that first warning sniffle or sneeze. Just try it! Follow directions VU 1^11# in the package. VA-TRO-NOL P 99