Photoplay (Jul-Dec 1948)

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Photograph* by Don Ornitz The Ladds have differences, of course — but they also have a special kind of happiness insurance 1CAME across it in the paper, one lazy Sunday evening when Susie and I were reading by the fireside in our favorite retreat, our uj>stairs bedroom-sitting room. ■fhe day had been warm and golden, spent mostly outdoors with the children, but the chilly summer night called for an open fire. This was the blessed, yawny, quiet hour before bedtime, with the children long since tucked away to sleep, and the house peaceful and hushed as if it, too, would soon be closing its eyes on another day. Susie had some new magazines and I wanted to finish my paper before turning in. And I’m glad I did, because I found this article which answered a question that keeps cropping up in my mail. Susie and I had long known the answer, but this was by a psychologist, Lawrence Gould. It’s always gratifying to find an authority for what you know already. “Listen to this, Susie,” I said. Susie listened and then grinned impishly. “But how did he find out? Can it be” — with mock amazement — “that the Ladds don’t have an exclusive copyright on that idea?” “Either that,” I played up solemnly, “or there are spies around this house.” The question was this: “Can a man’s wife be his best friend?” (Continued on page 95) 53