Photoplay (Jul-Dec 1952)

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YOUR PHOTOPLAY <<R0Oa|A A holiday is a rare event in Gordon MacRae’s life. Usually he’s busy with rehearsals for his radio show, picture making — his latest is “About Face”— night club appearances, etc. So when he found himself with ten free days, he decided he’d just stay home and relax. But early the first morning, he was awakened by . . . ... all the time?” Gordon groaned. His wife, Sheila, assured him it did. “Why don’t we go up to Carmel?” she suggested. “Then you can sleep as late as you wish . . . . . . and sun on the beach.” Gordon was enthusiastic. He and Sheila packed their bags and arranged for a nurse to stay with the children. But at Carmel, the beach was . . . p . . . swarming with kids who bounced balls on his head, dogs that shook sand in his eyes, teenagers clamoring for autographs. “Let’s get away from here,” said Gordon . . . . . . after the first day. Back home, the patio was filled with his children, their friends and with dogs. But now, compared with Carmel, this commotion was like a lullaby! 110