Photoplay (Jul-Dec 1951)

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BY BEN GAGE I'm still k ESTHER, Kimmie, Benjie and Ben. “Sometimes when I think back I get a little jealous of all the years I didn’t know you.” Esther’s in “Texas Carnival” I confess that when I looked at the picture they are putting on the page opposite this I had a definite urge to pucker up and whistle. That’s what pin-up pictures are designed for — and that’s what usually happens. Even to husbands. Especially if the pin up looks like you. I remember I had> that same urge that night at Earl Carroll’s Restaurant in Hollywood when you were selling cigarettes for charity. That was the night Bunny Greene introduced us. You had on a white evening gown that was shining and smooth and very beautiful. Bunny said, “Ess, this is Sergeant Ben Gage.” You said, “Hi, soldier.” And I stood there in my size thirteen Army shoes and grinned at you and hoped that I was being very charming. I’m sure that I said something really brilliant even ( Continued on page 91) just repeating myself? One look at Esther’s picture and her husband reached for his pen. After six years of marriage, he still has things to say to his pin-up wife Darling: This is a love letter all right. On that subject I could write to you every day. If I don’t — well, you know how some people are about writing letters. But the thoughts are there — and the sentiment, too — even though I don’t put the words on paper. You know? Come to think of it, does this sound silly to you? I mean, do old married folks write love letters? If we were eighteen again I’m sure it would be all right. Or if we were still just courting. Then a fellow can tell his best girl that he’s crazy about her eyes and the way her hair makes little curls on the back of her neck. He can write about the length of her lashes, her cute nose that gets a little tanned in the sun, and her hair that is as bright as an October leaf. That’s fine. But after six years of marriage and with two husky sons to our credit, maybe it’ll sound too sentimental. Do you think so? Well, what if it does? That’s the way I feel, and why shouldn’t I say so? Or am “WE HAD some hilarious moments when we were first suspicious that perhaps Kimmie was on his way — the studio had asked us to wait!” 64