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"He introduced me to Gregory Ratoft', and I was signed for a dancing spot in 'Something To Shout About'." "How do you feel now about dancing and your film career? Do you want to continue as a dancer?" Cyd's eyes grew serious. "No, I don't think so — not in pictures. Of course, I shall never give up dancing; I love it too much for that. But I don't want to be limited by it to certain types of roles. I want to be a real actress, able to stand on those merits alone. I think I'd like to reach the point of being able to play any part, ranging from comedy to high drama, with the added ability to handle occasional roles which require dancing if Mich pictures should just happen along." "At the moment, then, you're letting terpsichore boost you up the ladder of screen success, but somewhere around the top you'll take off on your own?" Cyd laughed again. "That's one way of putting it, I guess. I definitely want to become known as an actress, not a dancer. But dancing is helping me to get parts, and they seem to be increasingly important from the acting standpoint. My role in 'On An Island With You' is a very nice one." "I'm surprised you consider it so," I said. "If I'm not mistaken, that was the opus in which you did a dance sequence with Ricardo Montalban and tore the ligaments in one of those educated and elegant gams. How long did it lay you up — two months, wasn't it?" "Yes, in a plaster cast," Cyd confessed, but added lightly: "A ballerina takes those risks, though. It's nothing. The doctors still tell me I mustn't dance for a while, but they're wrong. I know they are; I know by the feeling of the muscles that it helps rather than hurts them to be used." "Get ready," I said, briskly changing the subject. "A switcheroo. When did you first meet Tony Martin?" Smiling, Cyd answered, "About two years ago." "Was it love at first sight?" The smile broadened. "Not quite. As a matter of honest fact, I was completely unimpressed with Tony. He was making a picture on the MGM lot, and somebody said, 'There's the handsomest, most wonderful man working here. You'll have to meet him — Tony Martin.' And I said, 'Oh, him'!" "The buds of love-in-bloom getting a frosty start," I murmured. "What caused the change of mind and heart?" "Well, Tony had the same agent I did. A party came up about a year later. You know how these Hollywood parties are apt to be; I was paired off with Tony as my escort. After spending what was actually an enforced evening with him, I realized I'd been figuring the young man somewhat wrong. In fact, I liked him a lot. He seemed to like me, too. He began calling regularly, so. . . ." "So one thing led to another and finally up to the altar," I said. "Nice traveling. How are you doing in the domestic picture, Mrs. Martin? Are you a good cook?" Cyd laughed apologetically. "Not very, I'm afraid. But," defensively, "I make wonderful cheesecake, if I do say so myself." "I know," I grinned. "I've been through the MGM picture file." She blushed. "Stop it! I mean the kind you eat, of course. Tony adores it, and it looks as if he'll have to live on it until I catch on to other things." "What are your likes and dislikes?" I asked. "Well," Cyd considered, wrinkling her nose in a way that will be worth millions to MGM. "I don't like hats, never wear 'em. On the other hand, Tony loves hats on women — big ones. The hats, I mean, not the women." "So, on you he'll save money. How about the likes?" "Shoes, and good food, and French poodles. And shrimp curry. Oh, I'm insane about shrimp curry!" "For a gal with a shape as streamlined as yours," I said quizzically, "you refer pretty frequently and tenderly to groceries. Am I to understand, then, Mrs. M., that you don't have to bother with dieting?" "Heavens, no! I eat whatever I want. It's such fun! I couldn't get fat, you know, with my dancing." "Um," I said, taking a peek at my waistline. Oh, well. "What do you do for hobbies, aside from that?" "Aside from eating?" "No, no," I said hastily. "Dancing." "Oh. Well, I swim quite a bit, and ride horseback. That's supposed to be bad for dancers, but I don't care — I like it. And then I collect dolls. I have them from lots of foreign countries." "Who's your favorite actor, and actress?" "Claude Rains is my favorite actor," Cyd said with promptness and admiration. "He's so utterly polished and competent, no matter what he does. As for actresses, I don't think I have any particular favorites." I fished around mentally for more material for the inquisition this hapless young lady was suffering so amiably, but found I'd just about scraped bottom. "Is your mother still in Texas, or is she in these parts?" "Oh, mother's in Hollywood with me," smiled Cyd. "She loves the town, and she's almost as big a movie fan as I am. When we were talking about hobbies, I forgot to say that attending pictures is almost one with me. I study the acting, and it's just like going to school." I slid my notebook into my pocket. "When you've got that kind of an approach to a career," I said, "there isn't a doubt in the world that you'll hit the top." I meant it. Cyd looked modestly fussed, but pleased. I stood up, and she said quickly: "Oh, are you leaving already? If you'll wait just a little longer, Tony will be home." "When a man has been married such a short time," I informed her, "there's one sure thing he doesn't want — and that's to come home to a cute wife and find a writer parked around on the needlepoint. With due appreciation for your kind thought, I'll be on my way." Cyd spread her hands and laughed. 60 ScREENLAND