Screenland (Nov 1950-Oct 1951)

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Mercedes, as a tarnished woman, lends Ireland a helping hand and comes close to having her husky voice silenced forever. The Fireball 20th Century-Fox PINT-SIZED Mickey Eooney runs away from the orphanage where Padre Pat O'Brien is the only one concerned over Mickey's inferiority complex. Still keeping tabs on the boy, O'Brien is delighted when Mickey begins to take a keen interest in roller skating and becomes a champion on the professional roller racing rinks. It's good clean sport with broken backs, arms, legs and heads tossed in for mere gory interest. Mickey breaks some opponents' limbs all by his little self, and begins to feel power. His ego makes a revolting surge upward. Then, CRASH, everything crumbles and Mickey's chums, including Beverly Tyler, help him pick up the pieces and put together a new man. Shakedown Universal-International AS A photographer out to land a l. newspaper job, Howard Duff strikes you as having a commendable amount of perseverance. But this quality soon becomes a boomerang — slashes all obstacles standing in the way of Duff's ambition then comes back to deal him a wicked blow. Lots of action here. It's Smart To Be Dumb Continued from page 47 ness, sick and tired of it. As I entered Judy's apartment, a seven room floor through in an old brownstone on New York's storied Waverly Place the afternoon I did this interview, Judy was being photographed, a home sitting, for a teenagers' magazine. The camera stopped clicking and the camerawoman said, "That's all, thank you, Miss Holliday." Taking advantage of Judy's goodbyes to the lady photographer to survey the premises the young Oppenheims call home, I admired the deep green walls, deep green ceiling, too, of the finely proportioned living-room, the draperies of Persian design, a blend of old gold, apricot, green and brown in color, that draw across the bank of windows giving on Waverly Place, the Victorian sofa, with its antique velvet upholstery that picks up the apricot in the draperies, the very old cobbler's chest, now in use as a bar, the coffee table, end tables and lamps. "We painted the living-room ourselves, David and I," Judy began. "We used artists' colors and an artist friend stood by to advise us as we concocted the deep green, with lots of yellow and black in it which makes the right-feeling background, we feel, for the many different woods in the old furniture, most of which we re-finished ourselves. We would have loved to get exquisite, authentic Hepplewhite or Chippendale for our home," Judy said, "but as it was beyond our means, we decided to pick up old things gradually, things that look — this was a 'Must' — as though they had been lovingly made and — another 'Must' — as though they needed us. "But apart from old furniture, old country houses, records, we're Mr. and Mrs. Thrifty. It's luck," Judy said, happily, "that David and I are 'alikes' in our likes, in the things we want, the things that matter to us. It was luck," Judy said, this time so happily she was purring, "meeting my husband in the first place. We met, the first time, eight years ago. A mutual friend, Leonard Bernstein, introduced us. At first sight, to coin a phrase, we got mutual crushes on each other but as I was then at the age when a boy friend was something real new, I didn't know how to take advantage of the situation nor did David. I never saw him again for three years and then I met him, fleetingly, one night in a nightclub. But still very shy, nothing came of it, not even a date, although it was still there between us, the mutual attraction, the pull. Then the War and David in the Army and that was another three years! But when he got out of the Service, I was three years older, not so shy, not letting him get away this time! When Lennie brought him over to my house we didn't, in fact, let any time go by — we just got married, in my mother's house, a nice quiet wedding with a few good, real friends and that was two years, two months and," Judy counted on her fingers, "seventeen days ago!" she said.