Screenland (Nov 1942-Apr 1943)

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The House of Morgan Continued from page 27 pine paneling above it and the rough brick facing. There are a few built-in book shelves on either side, with wood boxes below. To the right of the door from the hall, as you enter the room, are two samplers. One reads, "Home is where the heart is" and the other, "If music be the food of love, play on." "You've stolen Garfield's thunder," I exclaimed, pointing to the first sampler. "He has the same thing in his house, although the picture is different." "Well, it's a good thing for everyone to remember," Denny brushed me off. "You see this green chair?" he went on, indicating a chair on one side of the room. "Well, when we started buying the few pieces we needed to finish furnishing the place, Lillian got the idea of saving money by going to auctions. So she went to one, saw this chair and fell in love with it. She thought she was being pretty cagey in her bidding but after she'd bought the chair and sent it .to the upholsterer's, she found she could have bought two chairs . for what she'd paid for this one and then, to add insult to injury, this one had already been upholstered and re-upholstered so many times the poor devil could hardly find a piece of solid wood to drive a tack into. Was her face red ! However," he went on, "this oil painting of Jenny Lind was really a buy. She got that at an auction, too, and only paid $12.50 for it. That rosewood frame is hand-carved, too," he finished modestly. The drapes are of burgundy chintz with a flowered design. "We went hog-wild on the upholstering for the divan," Mr. Morgan broke in again. "It's some sort of material I can never remember the name of — kinkeroo cloth or something like that. Anyhow, it's the only expensive material we bought and we only splurged then because it's durable as well as attractive and we didn't want anything we'd have to be constantly telling the kids to get off." The divan' sits between the two front windows with two small Chippendale mahogany tables at either end. On each table is a china lamp with a chintz design and shades of a dull salmon-colored silk that matches the pink in the hollyhocks of the drapes. In front of the fireplace are two matching love seats facing each other, upholstered in a burgundy damask. At the far end of the living room is a double door leading to the den — or music room. This room is almost monastic in its severity, although not, I might add, in its contents. At one end is a tiny but wellstocked bar. Although Mrs. Morgan is a teetotaller and Denny practically one, nothing delights him as much as to get in back of the thing and brew concoctions only an iron man could imbibe and stay on his feet. This room is paneled throughout in California redwood. The floor is covered with an inexpensive grass rug and the furnishings consist of a piano, a floor lamp, built-in divan upholstered in a rough textured material of rust and white (something like a matting weave) and a smoking stand. The base of the latter is made of the cam shaft of an airplane engine and the top part is half of a piston. It is engraved, "Presented to Dennis Morgan by the R. C. A. F. Officers' Mess July 24, 1941." That happened when he was in Canada making "Captains of the Clouds." On top of the piano are a stuffed Mongolian pheasant he shot in Oregon last fall and a loving cup Lillian won at a costume party. The dog, Bruce (a Labrador retriever), has never quite got used to the idea that the pheasant is dead and, unless closely watched when he is in the house, is likely to attack it. "Some day," said Dennis, "when the war is over and priorities are removed we're going to enlarge this room to make the acoustics better so I can cut loose when I practice my singing." A small hallway leads from the living room to the dining room. The rug in here, too, is a frieze — rust-colored this time. The table and chairs are of cherry, authentic antiques, the latter upholstered in a Colonial striped satin. There are six chairs but the table will accommodate ten. The chest is solid walnut and has been in Mrs. Morgan's family for over a hundred years. When her grandmother sent it to her as a present for the new house it was caked with white enamel. It took Mrs. Morgan and Dennis weeks to scrape it off. The kitchen would be any chef's delight, it is so huge. There is a tremendous icebox and more cupboard space than the most exacting housewife could ask for. The tiled sink has two trays — one for washing dishes and one for rinsing. There is a breakfast nook in one corner. The floor is covered with a slate-blue linoleum. "This kitchen is a sight," Denny volunteered, pointing to the carefully washed dishes on the sink. "You see, we are expecting a baby and Lillian has to stay in bed. We haven't been able to get decent help for love or money. My mother would love to come help us out but she gets hay-fever and asthma if she stays out here for as long as two days at a time, so that's out. The result is, Lillian's nurse fixes her meals and I do the cooking for the kids and myself and clean up when I get a chance. Working on a picture with all this going on doesn't help things, either, I can tell you." My hair — both of them — curled at Dennis' simple recital of his domestic woes but I'll say their troubles certainly have not impaired either his or Lillian's dispositions. They're as cheerful as though they had a million in the bank, a seven-year contract with no options and the most competent help obtainable. At the head of the stairs leading to the upper floor, you turn left and enter the master bedroom. "I used to think this was the cheeriest room and wall-paper a person could find in a day's search," Lillian laughed as I entered, indicating the view of the grounds and Victory Garden at the back and the white wall-paper with its bright green ivy pattern. "Now, I'm so sick of it, all I can think of is poison ivy ! "Look at that desk," she changed the subject abruptly. "It's been in my family for over a hundred and fifty years. I vaguely remember my mother saying something about my great-great uncle bringing it from Jerusalem. When we got it it was all chipped and scratched but we sent that to an antique restorer who brought out that lovely finish of the cherry wood. "The dresser has been in my family a long time, too," she continued, "over a hundred years." I examined it closely. It is of solid walnut with black walnut knobs dangling from the drawers. The panels on the drawers are of crotch walnut, waxed until you can see your face in them almost as plainly as in the mirror. "This bed ought to look familiar to you," Denny grinned. "The face is familiar but I don't place the body," was my snappy comeback. "Bing and Dixie Crosby were refurnishing their bedroom," he explained, "so we bought the bed." "Yes," Lillian put in, "and when all this happened to me I sent him word we'd sell it back to him cheap. I'd rather get a new 74 SCREENLAND