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"The last adult" would be the way Liz herself might amend this statement. But what about the children? Her children? Both Eddie Fisher and Mike Wilding, no matter what else they say about their mutual ex-wife, have always asserted that Liz is a good mother. But for every out-of-the-way column item (like Sheilah Graham's assertion that "Fair is fair and it is only fair to report that Elizabeth Taylor has been very good to Maria, the little crippled German girl she adopted before the breakup of her marriage with Eddie Fisher. Maria's leg has been operated upon by a top Harley Street surgeon, and there is hope that in time she will be able to walk normally — thanks to Liz"), there are ten sensational headlines, some true, some false, all damaging to Liz's youngsters who might read them, all disturbing to their young friends who could condemn the Taylor children for the alleged sins of the mother. Liz recently spoke about the feelings of Americans towards her since she made "Cleopatra." She admitted, "I suppose they rather regard me as a scarlet woman. I guess I seem so scarlet that I'm almost purple." But earlier in that same interview, she also said, "Oh, you know, one's public image doesn't necessarily correspond with the real person." It seems that, in order to show the public — and, what is more important, to put on permanent film record for Maria, Liza, Mike and Chris — glimpses of and insights into this "real person," Liz Taylor has agreed to appear on TV. Not that she could whitewash or gloss over, even if she wanted to, that side of her life which has received the most notoriety (as she has said, "I try not to live a lie"), but she can try to establish a kind of balance. What Liz will show on TV Most likely, she will place considerable emphasis on the London of her childhood, her London of innocence and joy before she returned there with Nicky Hilton and then Michael Wilding and then Mike Todd and then Eddie Fisher and now Richard Burton. For it is by reliving her own childhood, by, in a sense, speaking as a child to her own children (before, in her own words, she became "a key piece of machinery ... to make money for millionaires"), that she can show those whom she loves most — her four children — who she really is. She may show them — and us — the house where, on a cold, damp, foggy London morning, she was born back in 1932 ... a newborn who was, as her mother said at the time, the "funniest-looking baby" she had ever seen — long, jet-black hair hanging down over tiny ears, an infinitesimal, pushed-in nose which her mother was sure would never unconstrict to normal size. She may show them — and us — the Taylor summer home, "Stoneycroft," and the Taylor winter home, "Heathwood," where she lived in her infancy. She may show them — and us — a still shot of the very bed in which she sat at three, propped up for weeks (poul tices on her ears, which had been lanced continually to relieve abscesses, kept her from lying prone), during the first of her many serious illnesses. She may show them — and us — the sandy beach where she made her debut as a bathing beauty at the age of one year and four months. Showing no fear, she ran to meet the waves. Her older brother Howard, all of three, repeatedly "rescued" her. She may show them — and us — scenes of impressive historical events she witnessed as a child: King George V's Silver Jubilee, the wedding of Princess Marina and the Duke of Kent, and the Trooping of the Colors in honor of the King's birthday. She may show them — and us — the "pets' corner" of the Regents Park Zoo. That's where she threw a temper tantrum because her brother Howard was allowed to be photographed with "Jocko," the English chimp, while she wasn't. Finally, even though Jocko was dirty and Liz's mother insisted on keeping her daughter immaculately clean, the little girl was permitted to pose with Jocko "for just one picture." She stared at Jocko as she approached him. Suddenly, the chimp grabbed her. Sara Taylor, her mother, screamed. The monkey also screamed. Only Liz was silent as two keepers hit Jocko with gun butts until the animal let her go. Then, puzzled but not frightened, she asked her mother, "Why would he want to hug me so hard?" She may show them — and us — the Queen's Ball where she first heard the applause of a crowd. Not yet seven, she was a member of the ballet class of Miss Vaccani, dancing teacher to the children of royalty, and when the group was called up6n to do a benefit recital for a hospital, Liz, wearing a gossamer gown, was cast as an angel. At the finale, Liz and the other little angels faced the Queen Mother (then the Duchess of York) and the Princesses Margaret and Rose in the royal box, curtsied deeply and fluttered their wings. There was loud applause. The curtain fell and then went up again. More fluttering and more applause. And then the angels skipped off-stage. All but one, that is. Liz Taylor started towards the side of the stage, but then changed her mind. Alone in the spotlight, the little angel devilishly circled around the boards, came back to stage-center and curtsied. The audience cheered. They wouldn't let Liz off the stage until she had taken two additional curtain calls. In those few minutes in London, Elizabeth Taylor, although she did not know it at the time, was taking her first fluttering steps away from normal childhood and towards the artificial, never-never world of being a motion picture star. But even as Liz Taylor prepared to begin filming her TV tour of London, the gossips were busy sniping at her. Chemstrand, the sponsor of the show, was bombarded with letters demanding: "How dare you inflict this woman on us?" Rumors were rife that Liz was going to pull out of the project because, as reported by TV columnist