TV Radio Mirror (Jan - Jun 1959)

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Wabash Avenue, Chicago 3, Illinois Name • StUD /lt£f Addres,s_ City _State_ fell in love with London, too, but London is a city that has to grow on you. Unlike Paris and Rome, it doesn't woo you — you are the one who has to learn the secret of its quiet and relaxed ways. We were fortunate during our year there to get a fiat which had color and charm. Their housing shortage is as bad as ours, but Zachary Scott and his wife had this flat once and they told us about it. We had delightful experiences in London, and we loved the people." One experience, which they think could happen only in London, concerned Paul's passion for "collecting" performances of "Hamlet." He believes he must have seen between thirty-five and forty "Hamlets" since the age of twelve. So it was entirely fitting that he should go with a friend to catch a particularly fine one at the Old Vic — although knowing he would just about make his own curtain call in "Roar Like a Dove." After the show, one of the best he had ever seen, they ran for their bus, continuing their conversation about the play they had just seen while they were getting back their breath. Paul's friend asked, "By the way, you have seen so many Hamlets, but have you ever seen one based on the theory that this man was quite insane and the King was really a very decent chap?" Paul, curiously enough, had just read a book about it that week. "I know the book," his friend went on, "but who is the author?" Paul tried to remember, shook his head. "I don't know. Only that he was an Oxford don and an authority on Shakespeare." He shook his head again. "I just can't think of the name." A bus rider two seats away leaned over at that moment and whispered, "It's Dover Wilson." "It was extraordinary," Paul observes. "And I imagine it could only happen in a London bus. Here was this abstruse and certainly obscure book, and a total stranger knew the author's name." But extraordinary things are always happening to Paul McGrath. Like starting out to be an engineer and winding up as an actor. Like going into radio hardly knowing what it was about, and winding up as one of its most soughtafter performers. Like marrying a girl he knew six weeks and celebrating a thirtieth wedding anniversary. Here is one "doctor" who has certainly found an effective prescription for a successful, satisfying life! Paladin Rides the Airwaves (Continued from page 46) roles on TV is reddish and inclined to curl. He plays piano, composes and arranges music (he operated three dance bands during his college days at the University of California) . His pictorial background deserves mention, too. John's father was a painter of note, and John himself studied at the Grand Central School of Fine Arts in New York. At one point in his career, he worked for Walt Disney as an "in-betweener." (That, according to John, "is a guy who draws everything that goes 'in between' bits of action as sketched by the animators. Sometimes I spent days merely drawing curly lines to simulate waves, or leaf outlines, or horizons.") He has also been a disc jockey and a radio news editor and broadcaster. He was sent to San Francisco to cover the first United Nations conclave, an assignment which resulted in John's winning the Peabody Award for his station. Added Dehner experience: As a parking-lot attendant, a tobacco-store clerk, an auxiliary policeman, and a gunnery instructor. Inevitably, he became an actor, because acting is one profession which demands versatility above all other characteristics. John was born on Staten Island, in New York Harbor, second of three children of an artist father and a singularly patient mother. John was eight when the family moved to Oslo, Norway, where the senior Dehner was commissioned to illustrate a commemorative edition of Grieg's music. John learned the language quickly. "European schools tolerate no nonsense," he remembers. The students were encouraged to read, read, read. The encouragement came not only from teachers but from the climate. "In the dead of winter, it was black when we walked to school at eight in the morning, and darkness had returned when we came home around four in the afternoon." When John's father completed his illustrating assignment, the family moved to Stockholm. From there, they continued to Copenhagen, thence to London, and finally to Paris, where two pivotal events took place. John's parents separated, and John made his show-business debut (although he had already emerged unscathed from playing in musicales for the diplomatic set in Oslo). As a member of the First Baden-Powell Troop, British Boy Scouts of Paris, he made the annual trek to Strasbourg. When it was discovered that the troop was short of entertainment in the evenings. Scout Dehner rendered a group of selections on the Swannee whistle. Won an Entertainment Badge. It is one of the few pleasant memories of his thirty months spent in Asnieres, a suburb of Paris. John says, "American delinquents should be sent to French schools. At the first infraction of a rule, a boy's face is banged against his desk top. Or his knuckles are soundly rapped with an oak ruler. Kids learn — at a formative age — that discipline is the first law of life; the second and third laws are application and accomplishment. We had Thursdays and Sundays off, but we left school on Wednesday and Saturday afternoons with enough school work to keep us busy for a week instead of a day." Mrs. Dehner was persuaded to return to the U.S. the day she heard John refer to the Hudson River as the "Odd-sawn Reevaire." Back in the U.S. John completed his intermediate schooling at Hastings-onHudson High School, where a production of "Monsieur Beaucaire" — with John in the title role — won the drama competition in their geographical division. Unfortunately, the school couldn't amass enough cash to forward the troupe to the state drama finals at Ithaca. "This was my introduction to the fact that you can't eat laurel leaves," John says. "That rave notices and roast beef don't always go together." After high-school graduation, the Dehners moved to Berkeley, California, where John enrolled at the University. In his spare time, he organized and supervised three dance bands, and worked with one of Berkeley's little-theater groups. John was finishing his sophomore year when he was beckoned to New York by a former little -theater associate who had gone east with success and thought John could do the same. It took some persuading for John's mother to give her consent, but she said finally, "Go, if you must —