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Jane Russell 1s In “The Big Rainbow”
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As individuals, my husband Robert and I are completely different people. For us, our meeting ground is our home
There comes a time when your man needs an understanding, intelligent helpmate. Just try a seductive simper then!
Gentlemen
Prefer
BRAINS
Facts, not the coy approach, influenced Bob's agreeing to adoption of daughter Tracy, here with Judge Paonessa
I learned that all heart and no head can be pretty sticky. And that in the long haul of dating, marriage and earning a living, brains are a girl’s best friend
BY
JANE RUSSELL
• Every time I hear a hen session on the merits of a gal showing her brains. I’m reminded of a studio romance that I watched — two young girls struggling hard to snag the same man. Phyllis was a real hep gal, had a nice job in the studio office, and in addition had plenty of gray matter, which she purposely hid behind a physical front. Jim was the nice guy in question . . . worth any girl’s efforts to land. And Phyllis tried her hardest. She used every physical appeal in the book to get Jim and tried almost as hard not to show her intelligence quotient. This was part of her feminine attack. When Jim listened to a forum on political problems on TV, Phyllis would go into the bedroom to pretty her face. She might have discussed the forum with him, but she settled on sex appeal. When June came along, Phyllis didn’t seem worried. June wasn’t as pretty, and besides she could be classified as “brainy” . . . a good gal to have around to discuss the rising prices of steel. Well, to make the tale a short one, June walked off with Jim — natch. And Phyllis is still trying to figure out where she goofed.
I could have told Phyllis, since I had casually kept ( Continued on page 97)
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