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T tour of Warners’ Burbank Studio was over, and the visitor left the sound stage with his host. His grin might have stretched the miles to Culver City, if his ears hadn’t been in the way. “Beautiful afternoon,” he said, as the smog' swirled down around him.
' The studio representative smiled. “You’re still under the influence of Doris Day. I can tell.”
“There’s something about her that gets you,” the guest admitted. “Maybe it’s her smile that makes you feel good. That girl’s so happy, it’s downright contagious!”
Doris is happy these days. She knows it. She is willing and eager to talk about it. She wants to share it because she’s grateful. She knows, too well, the feeling of unhappiness.
When Doris came to Warners as a comparatively unknown singer a few years ago, she was facing the fact that her unsuccessful marriage was breaking up. Even with the great new opportunities unfolding for her in her work, she was wretched. Doris wanted a good marriage more than anything else in the world.
It could follow from this that her new happiness flows from her recent marriage to Marty Melcher, but that wasn’t exactly the order of things. “I could never have found Marty,” she will tell you. “No girl as mixed up as I was can ever find the right guy without first making some fundamental re-evaluations of herself, or life itself.”
Although Doris had known Marty for years — he had been her business manager and good friend — their friendship blossomed into love only after she began growing up. First she had to learn that it was silly to strike out belligerently against a “hostile” world — that you had only to sit back and take it easy and be grateful and that same world suddenly was peaceful and serene.
Marty put it to her straight one night when they were driving through town, watching the faces in passing cars — the frantic, worried, rushing-somewhere faces. “Good Lord,” he said, and not irreverently, “if they’d ( Continued on page 104)
Doris, above with her young son Terry and their dog Smudgie, found the secret of real happiness in her marriage to Marty Melcher — her new Warner picture is “April in Paris”
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The happiness signposts were there, but Doris Day couldn’t see them until love opened her eyes
BY PAULINE SWANSON
WONDERFUL WORLD*
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