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cause I mean of course June would name her son after Stu. And Stu would insist that his daughter be named after June.
Yes, within the peaceful precincts of that tree-shaded white house in Beverly Hills which Stu and June call home, Stu reigns the undisputed sovereign.
This story should really be titled "For Wives Only," for what I am about to reveal may give some of us lessdedicated wives food for thought. But some of the men who read it are sure to go into an Edgar Kennedy slow burn and feel that, in comparison with June Collyer, their "little women" do not shine too favorably.
It is simply, of course, that the Erwins are so very much in love. You read a great deal of highly charged copy about the loves of the Barrymores and Elaines, the Bob Taylors and Barbara Stanwycks, Blondells and Dick Powells, Gables and Lombards . . . yet 1 tell you that one of the tenderest and deepest love stories in all Hollywood is lived in that white house in Beverly Hills, with June Collyer Erwin as the heroine and Stu Erwin as the hero.
It has been so from the beginning. It was so when, in 1931, June gave up her brightly flowering career to become Stu's wife . . . "not that he ever asked me to stop working, of course," June explains. "He wouldn't. I don't think we ever discussed it at all. As a matter of fact, I did make a couple of pictures after we were married. But I just knew that Stu didn't like the idea of my working, and so I didn't want to work, that's all."
"You've never really regretted it, have you, honey?" asked Stu. We were sitting at tea, Stu and June and I, in the blue-and-rose living room of their home, Stu and June side by side on the divan facing me.
"Of course not, sweetheart," laughed June, "you know perfectly well that I haven't. I just realized from the beginning that for both of us to be under contract was impossible and unbearable. Soon after we were married, for instance, Stu had to go on location and "
"And," grinned Stu, "June was all set to make a picture and she gives it up to go on location with me."
"Then, a little later," continued June, "they sent Stu to New York and "
"And," Stu took up the thread, "again she gave up a picture so she could come along."
"Because I wanted to be with Stu more, much more,
A rollicking gallop across the greensward of the Erwin domain in Beverly Hills. Yes, you've guessed it. Stuart, Sr., is the horse and the happy riders are Stu's youngsters — Bill, aged six and Judy, three.
"Hi, folks!" Well. well, look who's here. Why it's papa Stu, home from work after a hard day at the studio. But is it? Looks to us more like Stu in 20th Century's "Passport Husband."
than I wanted to be anywhere else in the wcrld," said June. "That's why."
"We didn't want to be separated," Stu agreed, "and we never have been, thank God!"
"Now I am at home where I belong," June said, "so that when Stu has to work late I can go to the studio to meet him, we can have dinner together. Or I am here when he gets home, waiting."
I said to Stu: "How do you rate all this? Were you such a romantic lover when you were ?wooing?"
"As a suitor," said Stu, with a wink, "terrific"
"Stu!" laughed June, something warm and loving in her laughter.
"Well, I was, too," said Stu. "You know I was. Why, I worked, (Continued on page 73/