TV Radio Mirror (Jan - Jun 1959)

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Efrem Jr. has more than earned his "letters" as a man of action^ en route to stardom at TV's 77 Sunset Strip By FREDDA BALLING Women may vary in many ways, but in one respect all are alike: The imagination of each envisions the ideal man "who has everything." Part of the charm of such a man in real life is that, if charged with occupying any such status, he would deny it vehemently and with embarrassment. It's a shame to embarrass Efrem Zimbalist Jr., but the fact remains that his friends say of him, warmly and as a matter of record, "The man has everything: Good looks, intellect, kindliness, poise, charm, a sense of humor about himself as well as about events, an unusually pleasant voice — and exceptionally interesting things to say with it." "Zim" has so much of everjrthing, it's not surprising that he has as many men fans as women. In fact, he's earned a special niche in the regard of members of his own sex by doing what every man who has ever worn an enlisted man's uniform has yearned to do at some time in his service life: He clobbered the company cook! It happened this way. Zim was inducted at Fort Dix, then was sent to Fort Jackson at Colvmnbia, South Carolina, for basic training. The weather was hvimid, the insects were avid, and the chow was par for the tin plates — tasteless, greasy, monotonous. At the end of the chow line were two large metal vats, one for the scraps from each man's plate, the other for his "silver service." As Zim approached the end of the line, he was thinking of other things — dinner at "21," perhaps. He scraped his scraps into the silver vat, and dropped his utensUs into the scrap vat. Immediately realizing hig error, he was fishing out his silver Avhen the company cook struck him from behind and laxinched into an imprintable review of Zim and his ancestry. Zim swung around and returned the cook's punch, knocking him fiat. When the cook got to his feet and charged, magenta with rage, Zim stepped aside Continued k 43