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the Most Happy Little Girl
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Dorothy Collins and Raymond Scott are seen and heard on Your Hit Parade, NBC-TV, Saturdays, 10:30 P.M. EDT, sponsored by Lucky Strike Cigarettes and Hudnut Quick Home Permanent.
It gets better all the time, too. A baby makes it better. And time . . . each hour of each day of my marriage to Raymond. I couldn't think of life without him" ... As for Raymond, you have only to look at him when he is looking at little Miss Collins to know that he couldn't and doesn't think of life without her.
In a relationship as richly realized as that of the Scotts, a house is not the most precious thing. But, in terms of the concrete and the tangible, a house — their house — is certainly the biggest! So let's start with the house as one of the ingredients in the many-faceted life of two profoundly happy people.
The name of Scott is on the mailbox at the entrance to the driveway. The driveway winds through the sun-pierced shade of dogwood trees, magnolia trees . . . giant oak and maple and dark conifers ... to the house. A massive house, and beautifully proportioned, built (to endure) of weathered brick, faced with white, many-chimneyed, many-windowed. A classic and gracious facade with the spreading skirts of eleven acres around it. Fields and formal gardens. Woodland. Apple trees. A peatmoss bog covering approximately one of the eleven acres. ("If ever I should decide to do my singing in the nursery at home, instead of on mike," Dorothy observes, "a peat-moss bog could mean a lot of money. A peat-moss bog as a business — now that would be glamorous! But," she adds reflectively, "substantial. For, unlike a song, peat moss never comes to an end. The more you take out, the more there is. It is never-ending. Eternal. Of what else, as a means of security, can you say the same?")
By now, you have arrived at the door. It opens, and Naka, the Scotts' gentle-mannered Japanese houseman, bids you enter. You step into a spacious hall, wood-paneled. To the right, a carved and curving stairway — down which, imaginably, English royalty and en
Gracious home, charming family . . . and a trip to Europe, too! Below, Dorothy Collins Scott gazes dreamily at the blue Mediterranean near Amalfi.
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