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for March 1936
distance, more than compensates for a few panicky thrills involved in getting there.
"That's one reason I took this place," said Bob, as we stood spell-bound, looking at the picture below us. "I love the wide-open spaces, beautiful scenery, and being far from the crowded thoroughfares. You see, I'm still a small town boy ! I haven't yet made up my mind which is the most inspiring moment, the early morning, when everything is sparkling in the sunshine ; or the evening, when thousands of electric lights make the valley resemble an inverted sky."
A frisky cocker spaniel came pouncing at us — his name is Rumba ; and a sleek tiger cat, followed by five kittens, wandered lazily from under a row of bushes. Below us, behind the garage, was a barn and corral, where his two riding horses, Garbo and Speed, were tossing their heads and pawing the ground, seeking a little attention.
"I hope this pastoral scene warms your heart as it does mine," Bob said. Then, he added, with a grin, "Now, you see why I must have a house. It isn't that I'm particularly domestic but I could hardly have this menagerie in an apartment — and I wouldn't be happy without it. Too, I love riding horseback all over these hills, preferably by moonlight ; and I like fussing around a garden. All flowers are beautiful if they have bright colors. Just look at those asters and dahlias, and the poinsettias — I'm very proud of all of them."
Finally, tearing ourselves away from the view and the various pets, we passed through the little patio, with its much-used barbecue pit, and entered the small English house. vSjg
It is a paradise of simple, bachelor comfort. Harold, a big, husky colored man, is master of the situation. He is housekeeper, cook, valet, and is as devoted to the animals as Bob. Besides, he's an experienced masseur, which comes in handy after a strenuous day at the studio.
For one reason or another, Bob says he has few meals at home except breakfast. This consists of fruit, cereal, bacon and eggs— the eggs must be very well done and turned over— and plenty of coffee. He insists he was weaned on coffee because he's so fond of it, and he drinks cups and cups of it every clay. He never diets ; in fact would be willing to add a few pounds. He likes steak and chops, but passes up chicken and turkey if there is no white meat available. Homemade pies are the only dessert he cares for — and he hates spinach !
Bob's house is friendly and informal. The large living room overhangs the valley, and behind it is the dining room in deep blue and white ; then comes the yellow breakfast room overlooking the garden. The kitchen, in yellow and white, and the servant's room, complete this wing. A long, narrow sunroom connecting the main hall with the two bedrooms, has a hidden bar (Continued on page 74)
"I love the wide-open spaces," Robert says, and proves his words with deeds, living on a ranch in San Fernando. Above, Bob swings up the path to the house after a brisk walk. Left, coffee is his favorite dish. Harold, lower left with Bob, is cook, valet and man of all work at the Taylor house. Below, an aerial view of Bob's hilltop retreat.