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Hoagy did some acting at Indiana; played the part of a monkey, in false nose and long underwear complete with tail, in the senior class play. But the real chance came when his friend, Slim Hawks, came by the house one day and found him in faded blue jeans and several layers of dirt pruning the roses. "What a character," she muttered to herself, making a mental note to tell her husband, Director Howard Hawks, that she had found a movie natural. Hoagy's hit part in "To Have and Have Not" resulted, and a whole new phase of his career. Hoagy loves puttering in his garden, and not, he insists, just because he was "discovered" there. He worries about the woolly aphis along with the rest of Beverly Hills garden lovers and claims that despite its blight his roses are the biggest and the best in the neighborhood. The wisteria vine trained over a latticework arch — monument to Hoagy's nostalgia for springtime in Indiana— is his real pride, and he is furious that it has bloomed and faded for three seasons now without his having recorded its lavender and green wonder on color film. Next year, he swears, he will go on strike at wisteria season. Hoagy's gardening proceeds without handicap now that Rags is no longer around. Rags, a "dirty white" dog, half poodle and half Yorkshire terrier, used to tear up planting beds as fast as Hoagy could plant them. She disappeared one day. The family didn't worry for forty-eight hours — Rags had customarily taken an occasional two-day sabbatical — but when three days went by and she didn't show up, the boys and Hoagy were frantic. Hoagy put an ad in the Beverly Hills paper: "Dog, sort of white; brown tail and ears; tick scar under left eye." But no luck. No Rags. Hoagy finds it satisfying to think that whoever kid napped the puppy is having a terrible time keeping his pansies planted. Hoagy is so fond of his garden that Ruth surprised him on his last birthday by giving him a party there. "Really went Hollywood," Hoagy recalls, still pleased at the whole idea. "Big tent, orchestra, catering by Romanoff's— the works." The Carmichaels seldom entertain so lavishly. They say they don't entertain at all, but actually they never stop entertaining. Even Hoagy's working hours are entertainment — he loves his work, and so do the lucky auditors. There are always people around — sitting at umbrella-shaded tables around the pool, hiding from the sun in the plant-filled lanai, or perched on the handsome ebony-inlaid English bank tellers' chairs at the brown and white gingham-lined bar. . "It's a party," Hoagy says, sticking his head out of his workroom. It's always a party, if Hoagy is at home — even he can't be sure when the work ends and the fun begins. Supper for six — or even ten or twelve — is no trouble for Ada, and the big table in the dining room is ready without so much as an extra leaf. Their friends — the inner circle, at least — are the same year after year. The Hawkses, the Bob Montgomerys, the Lee Bowmans, the Alexander Halls, the Victor Flemings. They know they don't have to telephone — the latch is always out. The guest room nearly always is occupied too, by Hoagy's mother, or one of his sisters, or Ruth's sister on one of her frequent treks from her home in Maine. "Always a bulge in the house, seems like," Hoagy says. Wherever "Sawdust" is at home, people hang around. And why not? Isn't it a party? It's a party when Hoagy's on the air. William Paley, big boss at CBS, has decided that it should be a thirty minute instead of a fifteen minute party, and Hoagy has cut audition records of that length for all consideration. It's a party on any movie set where Hoagy works. Ethel Barrymore herself, who "adored" working with Hoagy in "Night Song," is only one of the authorities for that. And as for his real love — the song-writing business — the party is apt to go on for a long, long time. Hoagy has a hatful of new tunes — "Sad Cowboy" probably will hit first. Hoagy is more than versatile, it is apparent after a good long look. He is inexhaustible. "*?( ytve& me a &ette% and fataacten (006 at Ctfc" —These are the words of just one listener to "My True Story" radio program, but they speak for many thousands of women. For here are many kinds of real people! A complete story every day Monday through Friday prepared in co-operation with the editors of TRUE STORY magazine. One day you may "visit" an Arizona ranch . . . New York the next day ... a village the next. You "meet" the very rich and the poor . • . and women just like your neighbor and yourself! '**e«* "MY TRUE STORY AMERICAN BROADCASTING STATIONS