Photoplay (Jul-Dec 1947)

Life with My Father ( Continued from, page 60) What a glamor parent he still seems to me! He had bought a new gold watch and, holding me on his knee, like parents from time immemorial, he let me listen to it. “Tick, tick,” said father. “Dig, dig,” I said to myself. I associated that sound with him. So I began calling him “Dig, Dig” — and I still do, except for times like this when I'm being full of dignity. It wasn’t until 1930 that I got to know him intimately. Mother had moved us out from New York, and I went to live with my father for two enchanted months. One fatal day he sang “Old Man River” to me. The way I got it was “Old Man Ribber” and after that I tagged him everywhere saying, “Dig Dig, sing ‘Old Man Ribber’.” He was wonderfully patient with me. On the street, when I’d urge him to break into song, he’d turn his face so people wouldn’t see him at it, but he would still carol at my request. From that time on, althought I spent most of my time with my mother, I loved Father in a special way. My mother lived until 1942 and she was always wonderful, but the human heart is arbitrary, and no less than he charmed audiences, my father was able to charm me. And yet, I now know I must have been jealous of him as I grew up, jealous of his poise — which he had carefully acquired, jealous of his wit, which was native to him. He had carved out his own destiny, starting with nothing but ambition in Kansas City. I now began carving out mine, in reverse. I mean I became a problem child. This started when I went to a grammar school not far from the Paramount studios, and for the first time became aware of the fact that I was “William Powell’s son.” This STOP JITTERING! And make your mind up now which man and woman star you’d like to see pictured in color next month. Write in their names below and mail them right away to: COLOR PORTRAIT EDITOR, PHOTOPLAY 205 E. 42 Street, New York 17, N. Y. Man . . Woman My Name (Ed. Note: We regret this cannot mean you individually will receive color portraits of the stars. It means the pictures in full color of the stars who receive the most votes will appear in Photoplay.) BORDERLINE ANEMIA' is a threat to your pep and popularity! Thousands who are tired and pale may find renewed energyrestore healthy good looks— with Ironized Yeast Tablets ® y-'v O you tire too easily? Is your color fading — your face unbecomingly pale? Do your enthusiasm and stamina and charm seem to be waning? Very often these effects stem from a blood condition, and you may be the victim of a Borderline Anemia— due to a ferro-nutritional blood deficiency. Your red blood cells may be faded and shrunken, weakened to a point where they cannot transmit full energy to your body. Results of medical surveys show that up to 68% of the women examined— many men and children—have this Borderline Anemia. How Ironized Yeast Tablets Build Up Your Blood and Vigor So, if your color is fading— your energy failing — due to this blood deficiency, take Ironized Yeast Tablets. They are formulated to help build up faded red blood cells— thus to help restore vigor and good looks. Continuing tiredness and pallor may come from other condi Borderline Anemia. Many have blood like this; never know it. Cells are puny, faded. Blood like this can’t release the energy you need to feel and look your best. tions— so consult your doctor regularly. But in a Borderline Anemia, take Ironized Yeast Tablets to help build up your blood. Take them to start your energy shifting back into “high”— to help restore the natural color to your cheeks! Take them so you can enjoy life again! * Resulting from ferro-nutritional blood deficiency BORDERLINE ANEMIA why it can make you TIRED • PALE • LISTLESS Energy-Building Blood. This is a microscopic view of blood rich in energy elements. Here are big plentiful red cells that release energy to every muscle, limb, tissue. Q$/Z»vw/, Ironized Yeast TABLETS