TV Radio Mirror (Jan - Jun 1955)

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OFTEN IN hoursl pI^TR.loc,N \4% I 'i £_ I L^i Dfl © 1955, Zotox I'harmacal Co., Inc. going to adopt, however, the sisterhood gathered, flapping their sable wings. 'How do you know what you are going to get?' I was asked in voices dark with dire foreboding. 'How would I know,' I parried, 'that if I gave birth to a child, I might get one like my great-aunt Hepzibah? You get no guarantees with any of them!' "When Liza turned out to be as lovable as she is lovely and Connie's arrival was being planned for, the croakers chorused, 'How do you know that your luck will hold?' 'I don't know,' I nipped. 'Who does?' "When Connie arrived and was a personality right from the start . . . and then — quite a few years later — Duncan, who is just plain gorgeous . . . the croakers croaked no more. "Our three adopted children were and are heaven-sent. If I had drawn specifications, they could not come nearer to my heart's desire. Mentally, they are bright as buttons. Temperamentally, they are delightful, well-adusted little people, fun to live with. Physically, they are beautiful ... so beautiful that, after I knew Douglas was on his way to us, I said to Brooks, only half in fun, 'Won't it be awful if this one is the dud in the bunch?' "He isn't!" Eve laughs — and proves it by showing a picture of the brand-new, beautiful Douglas, taken at three and a half months but looking almost twice that age and size. And then, with the picture of Douglas in one hand and a picture of Duncan in the other, Eve adds — surveying both pictures with obviously impartial love and pride — "What is more, they could be blood brothers, they look so alike, except that our red-headed D'uican is the fair type, and Douglas is dark." When Eve knew that she was pregnant with Douglas, she was not as surprised as one might suppose she would be after eleven years. "I was prepared for this," Eve points out. "Here's how and why: When we adopted Duncan, we were all set to go to Europe for two months. After we'd had Duncan for a month, long enough to establish him as a member of the family, we took off, leaving him and his nurse and the two girls with good friends in Connecticut. A first trip to Europe is a milestone, an Adventure with a capital A — a romantic adventure, exciting and wonderful— and I'd been looking forward to it. So had Brooks. "So — what happens? I felt miserable. All over Europe, I just felt so miserable. Three weeks in Paris, which was our first stop — Paris! — and even in Paris, I was miserable. I was extraordinarily tired. Limp. Loppy. I'd just done a season on TV, as well as radio, and that, I told myself, accounted for the fatigue. I didn't quite believe myself, though — for, after all, I'd done many a previous season on TV and never felt like this before! I couldn't understand — nor could Brooks understand — what ailed me. But, when we got back to Connecticut, I lost a baby. "The way I was told I was pregnant for the second time is really a rather amusing story. It begins the evening before, when I was sitting on the couch in our living room, hooking a rug and watching a telecast of the Emmy Awards, which were being made that night. For some reason or other, my face was slightly dirty (we were in process of moving to the farm at the time, and I'd been out feeding the chickens, no doubt) and my hair not 'done,' which was obviously causing some concern to my publicity agent, Glenn Rose, who was watching the telecast with Brooks and me. " 'Suppose,' said Glenn, eyeing my smudged facade, 'that you should win . . .' 'Mmmfff,' said I, or sounds to that effect. 'There's a chance, you know,' Glenn said, 'and if you should, the photographers will be here before you have time to — ' " 'Relax, honey,' I said soothingly, calmly hooking away. 'Not a chance.' No sooner were the words out of my mouth than an Emmy Award winner was announced — and loudly — as: 'Eve Ardeni' So then the phones started ringing, and all I could think of to do was to wash my face, which I did vigorously, and then photographers showed up — to be met by a properly scrubbed and shining, if somewhat flabbergasted, Miss Brooks! "The next morning my doctor called when I was busy on another phone. Dr. Auerbach talked to Brooks and said, 'Congratulations!' And Brooks said 'Thanks, yes, isn't it fine she won?' And Dr. Auerbach said, 'No — that is, yes — I mean another little "Emmy" is on the way — or perhaps a little "Oscar." ' "We did hope, though, to keep the secret our secret for as long as ever possible . . . and, for a little time, thought we had a chance, when it became evident that my cast — of all people — didn't realize I was pregnant. This was all the more remarkable because, every morning at 10 o'clock, I had to have watermelon! Had to. Watermelon wasn't in season, either. "Then, one morning, columnist Mike Connolly called, briskly asking: 'When?' . . . and we knew our secret wasn't our secret any more. Don't ask me how Mike knew. Don't ask me how any columnist knows things about you which, very often, you don't know about yourself. By osmosis, I guess. Or maybe far-off drums beat, as in the African jungle. Who knows? "We weren't going to tell the children so early — waiting is hard for children. But, once it was in the columns, they would almost certainly be told by their playmates . . . 'I know something you don't know!' . . . 'Your Mama is going to have a baby!' And this, of course, wouldn't do. So we sat them down and we said: 'Remember, we were talking about something we really want for the family, now that we're moving to the farm? Well,' we said, 'we're going to get that something we really want.' "Liza spoke up first: 'Is it a goat?' " 'No,' I said, with really commendable gravity, 'not a goat.' "Connie: 'A dog?' " 'Not a dog.' "When we finally managed to get over to them that it was a baby we were getting, we were then careful to explain that this baby was not coming to us the way they had come — or Duncan — but was, in fact, with us right now. 'Right here,' I said, patting my midriff, 'in Mommie's tummy.' 1 his, I could see, was going to take quite a time to comprehend. Before they were old enough to understand or analyze the word 'adopt,' we had made it a familiar word to them. We made it clear to them that 'to adopt' means 'to choose' — and to choose something, whether toy or kitten, or baby boy or girl, you want very much and love very much. When we adopted Duncan, both Liza and Connie went with us. And, when Duncan was brought home, they received him with us. Liza had often asked us, before we took Duncan, to please 'adopt' another baby — never to 'have' one. And so Liza and Connie were fascinated, of course, because this baby was the first one to come to us this way. "Every now and then," Eve smiles, "Brooks and I bring up the fact of how lucky we are — pretty smart, too — to have picked out such wonderful children. Some, of this how-blessed-we-are-with-you feeling must have rubbed off on them . . . for, inspecting young Douglas the day we brought him home from the hospital, Liza said, 'You didn't pick out Douglas.' To which Connie added, sounding just the