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There is no greater tribute to the worth of a man, no surer certificate of his desirability than the love and admiration and devotion and self-sacrifice of a beautiful woman. When June Collyer gave Stu her love, forsaking all others — and all other things, including her career — she placed Stu in the ranks where only the romantics belong.
And not only is Stu a hero in his wife's lovely eyes, but he is a hero also to his children. Small Son Bill, aged six, was told one day that he has eyes like his mother's. Now, to have eyes like his mother's, which are lambent and golden, should have swelled small Bill's chest to the bustin' point.
But no. Small Bill was very indignant about it. He set the unwitting blunderer right as right. He said stoutly, "I have NOT got eyes like my mother's. I have eyes like my daddy's. I have ears like my daddy's. I have teeth like my daddy's. I have feet like my daddy's. I am all over like my daddy ..."
It isn't, of course, that mommie isn't sweet and beautiful and comforting, with all of the virtues. She is. But daddy— GEE! Daddy in "Pigskin Parade," f r instance . . . Daddy showing a feller
"I married an angel, says Stu Erwin of June Collyer, "and the change has been good for me!
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When you see Stu Erwin in the movies, hear him on
the air, you may think of him as "good old Stu," as a bare-footed bumpkin, as a small-town goon who blunders and stumbles from one mass of trouble into another, a lovable guy but certainly not a Lothario.
But — in the heart of beautiful June Collyer Erwin, Stu Erwin is Taylor and Gable and Grant and Boyer and Jimmy Stewart and Galahad and Lindbergh and all the valiants and irresistibles combined. He is all of these heart throbs. And he is none of them. Because he is uniquely himself.
He is a hero at home, is Stu.
And Stu and June have been married for seven years. "It seems like seven days," says June.
how to hold a baseball bat . . . Daddy telling about the small stock farm where he was born and raised, in Squaw Valley, California . . . telling 'bout how he wanted to be a circus acrobat when he was a kid, how he gave it up when he fell into a well and nearly drowned while practicing a flip-flop . . . making you laugh till you squeak describing how he used to give performances for the cows and chickens in the barnyard . . . making the works go round in engines that no one but daddy can fix . . . taking a feller fishing . . . being as gentle as mommie when there are hurts and bruises . . .
Yes, Stu is a hero to his little son. And very small Judy, aged three, offers up on the altar of Stu all of her favorite toys, the best cookies on the plate, the first kiss in the morning, the last kiss at night.
Bill's real name is Stuart Erwin, Junior, and Judy's real name is June Dorothea, of course. I say "of course" be