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ONE night last summer Robert Stack, who is rapidly becoming the idol of American womanhood, was driving his snappy new car down one of the dark side streets in down town Hollywood. He was on his way to the fights at the American Legion. Suddenly a car pulled out from the curb in front of him and Bob found himself presented with a perfectly nice parking space for free. And like you and me and everybody we know, Bob is not one to spend a quarter for parking when he can help it.
After the fights he had a coke and a hot dog with a couple of pals, and about midnight went on a search for his car. There it was right where he had left it, and on the windshield, pinned down by the wiper, was a piece of paper, a piece of scented paper. And on the piece of paper written in lipstick was a girl's name and phone number. "Whew-ew," whistled the young man who was the first to kiss Deanna Durbin on the screen. Bob's first feeling was one of annoyance that a girl could cheapen herself so by doing a thing like that. But being a perfectly normal guy, with a normal guy's curiosity, his second impulse was to give "Gladys" a ring, just for the hell of it — he could always hang up before she made a date. "Oh no, sonny boy," he said, slapping his alter ego down, and proceeded to tear the piece of paper into bits and throw them in the street.
At home he put his car in the garage, wondered just once more what kind of a girl Gladys could be to do a cheap trick like that, and fell into bed. The next morning, late for the studio, he made a wild dash for the garage, opened the doors — and stood there in frozen horror. The rear of his beautiful new car was completely caved in, the right fender was practically demolished, and the chromium looked as if it had been pawed by wild horses. "Gladys," he said. And then he knew only too well what kind of a girl Gladys was. She was the kind who didn't know a damn thing about driving a car.
"Oh, gee," said Bob, frank and refreshing as morning sunshine, "you have no idea (Please turn to page 76)
Not satisfied with being a number one sportsman, handsome Bob Stack wants to be a good actor, and he's on his way
Champion of skeet shooting, Robert Stack's name was in headlines years before he became a movie star. He was a member of the All-American Skeet Team in 1936 and '37; won the national 20-gauge championship in '37; was a member of the national five-man championship squad in 1936 and '37; was the Southern California champion in 1937 and '38, and a member of the 1939 world's record five-man team. Then — the movies; and now he gets more fan mail than any star at Universal, except Deanna Durbin. Below, Bob in his speedy 225 cubic inch "racing hydroplane," Thunderbird, in which he recently broke all records in local speed competition. Oh, yes — he can also play polo.
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