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Only there's going to be more than two of us, isn't there? Oh, George, look behind you! Star light, star bright — first star I see tonight — wish me luck — wish me light — Make my wish come true tonight. I'll tell you what I wished, George. I wished that you loved me again. Oh, you'll see . . . we'll . . . we'll make a go of it if we give ourselves the chance. We'll go to another town where nobody knows us, and we'll get jobs . . . maybe together. We . . . we'll do things together. And go out together. Just like any other old married couple. And George, you'll see after awhile you'll settle down and you'll be happy and content with what you've got, instead of working yourself up all the time over the things you can't have. After all, it's the little things in life that count. Sure, maybe we'll have to scrimp and save . . . but we'll have each other. I . . . I'm not afraid of bein' poor. You are afraid, aren't you, George? You wish that you weren't here with me, don't you? You wish that I was someplace else where you'd never have to see me again . . . don't you? Or maybe, you wish that I was dead. Is that it? Do you wish that I was dead? (Th is scene from "A Place in the Sun" was reprinted through the courtesy of Paramount Pictures Corporation.) WUTHERING HEIGHTS Cathy Earnshaw, in love with the gypsy Heathciiff, hesitates about marrying the wealthy Edgar Linton. Ellen, the Earnshaw housekeeper, asks Cathy why she is reluctant to take her place in the "heavenly" world of the Lintons. Cathy explains: I don't think I belong in heaven, Ellen. I dreamt once I was there. I dreamt I went to heaven and that heaven didn't seem to be my home, and I broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth, and the angels were so angry, they flung me out into the middle of the heath on top of Wuthering Heights, and I woke up sobbing with joy. That's it, Ellen . . . I've no more business marrying Edgar Linton than I have being in heaven . . . but Ellen, Ellen, what can I do? Heathciiff has sunk so low. He seems to take pleasure in being mean and brutal. And yet . . . he's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same . . . and Linton's is as different as frost from fire. My one thought in living is Heathciiff. Ellen! I am Heathciiff. Everything he's suffered, I've suffered. The little happiness he's ever known, I've had too. Oh! Ellen, if everything in the world died and Heathciiff remained, life would still be full for me. (Th is scene from "Wuthering Heights" was reprinted through the courtesy of Samuel Goldwyn Productions, Inc.) ALL ABOUT EVE Eve, a stage-struck girl, Is brought into the dressing room of Margo Channing, the star. Eve tells the story of her life to Miss Channing and producer Lloyd Richards, and his wife. Her speech is convincing although everything she says is untrue. She speaks simply and without self-pity: I guess it started back home. Wisconsin, that is. There was just Mum and Dad — and me. I was the only child, and I made believe a lot when I was a kid — I acted out oil sorts of things . . . what they were isn't important. But somehow acting and make-believe began to fill up my life more and more, it got so that I couldn’t tell the real from the unreal except that the unreal seemed more real to me . . . I'm talking a lot of gibberish, aren't I? Farmers were poor in those days, that's what Dad was — a farmer. I had to help out. So I quit school and I went to Milwaukee. I became a secretary. In a brewery. When you're a secretary in a brewery — it's pretty hard to make believe you're anything else. Everything is beer. It wasn't much fun, but it helped at home — and there was a little theater group . . . like a drop of rain on a desert. That's where 1 met Eddie. He was a radio technician. We played "Liliom" for three performances, I was awful — then the war came, and we got married. Eddie was in the Air Force — and they sent him to the South Pacific. You were with the O.W.I., weren't you, Mr. Richards? That's what "Who's Who" says . . . Well, with Eddie gone, my life went back to beer. Except for a letter a week. One week, Eddie wrote he had a leave coming up. I'd saved my money and vacation time. I went to San Francisco to meet him. Eddie wasn't there. They forwarded the telegram from Milwaukee — the one that came from Washington to say that Eddie wasn't coming at all. That Eddie was dead . . . ... so I figured I'd stay in San Francisco.’ I was alone, but I couldn't go back without Eddie. I found a job. And his insurance helped . . . and there were theaters in San Francisco. And one night Margo Channing came to play in "Remembrance" . . . and I went to see it. And — well — here I am . . . (Th is scene from "All About Eve" was reprinted through the courtesy of Twentieth Century-Fox Film Corporation.) OUR VERY OWN Gail, discovering at eighteen that she is an adopted child, is emotionally upset. Finally, she realizes the security of being loved comes from being loved whether parents are natural or adopted. She reveals herself in a speech to her graduating class: Most of us here were born in America, and unthinkingly, we take the wonderful privilege of our citizenship for granted. Others, quite a few, acquired that privilege by adopting this land as their own, and to them, I know, that' privilege is a!l the more hallowed and precious ... it should be. There are other things which too many of us take for granted . . . the everyday, priceless privilege of being raised in a house, which, by the magic of being lived in by a family, ceased to be just a house and became a home ... a home filled with memories to treasure — a home where sisters fought— and made up; where a mother was wise, and gentle, and just and understanding; where a father was often indulgent, sometimes stern — and slapped us down when we deserved it; All this we are too apt to take for granted, and we never should, for, next to the great privilege of being a citizen, is the simpler, and,, in a sense, even greater privilege of just belonging to, and being one of, a family. (This scene from "Our Very Own" 'wgs reprinted through the courtesy of Samuel Goldwyn Productions, Inc.) The End 98