Screenland (Nov 1950-Oct 1951)

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Linda Darnell visited New York recently and bowled the blase citizens over with her exceptional beauty. Here she is dining at the Stork Club with literary agent, Mark Hanna. you'd be asleep, honey!" Then the wifely avalanche broke loose. Ben listened patiently. When she finished, he quickly explained that he and his colored waiters were discussing the colored problem. Ben wanted them to know he was all for them. Why didn't he call? Because he thought she was asleep and didn't want to wake her up, and possibly Little Ben, too. Esther sighed — and fell asleep. When she woke she'd forgotten all about it. Esther believes a wife should not be afraid of letting her husband know when she's peeved at him. Just as she wants to be told when he feels she's in the wrong. Being frank with each other, in all matters, only shows concern which is a lot healthier for a successful marriage than indifference. "Marriage," says Esther, "cannot be based on separate tracks. The reason two people find each other attractive in the first place is because they have a great deal in common. I don't see why marriage shouldn't increase their interest and make each day more fun because there is someone to share your experiences. To me, this is the meaning of marriage, that's why to me, being frank has become as natural as breathing. I tell Ben everything — " Then she added with that twinkle in her eye again, "And I'm pretty sure he does the same." Roy's Way Of Life Is Mine [Continued from page 45] when so much attention has to suddenly be paid to the newcomer. When I finally was quite sure the time was practically at our doorstep, I suggested to Roy that he invite a group of his men pals over. He phoned his singing group and ran a picture for them. Meanwhile, my doctor was standing by at his own house. A few minutes before midnight I called to Roy that I was ready. I checked in at the Hollywood Presbyterian Hospital at 12:15 a.m. and Robin came at 2:04 a.m. She was an ideal seven pounds. . Roy didn't get pushed around as they claim some fathers do. He saw the baby before he left, and then stayed up till dawn telephoning sleepy friends that his daughter was twenty inches long, and other startling facts! I was using a phone myself by 9 a.m. I called Roy's mother out in the San Fer56 nando Valley then. She couldn't believe I was conscious that quickly. So I called up half-a-dozen other friends to astonish them. Robin's arrival was not a big production, because Roy and I don't care for exaggeration. I was thrilled with my room at the hospital. The nurses there had gotten together and maneuvered me the newly decorated one at the end of a hall. It was the first rest I'd had in years. I got in lots of sleeping for a change. But I'm convinced that the more active one is, the healthier he or she will be both mentally and physically. So I was soon looking forward to visiting hours. My mother had been in town for a month from Italy, Texas. We'd had our nicest visit in fifteen years. So, of course, she hurried to see me and Robin. Roy's mother was as excited. Our minister and his wife called on me right away, and I appreciated that. Two strangers appeared out of nowhere. A fan walked in with a present for Robin, and a young boy came in with an armload of roses for me, because we'd met once. I got home as speedily as I could. I didn't have to tell Roy how much I missed the gang. Four-year-old Dusty beat everyone out to the car to greet me. He ran his finger across the baby's forehead to be sure she was real, and then announced that she was his! He couldn't get over her little ears. They were more than he had counted on. Cheryl and Linda were reassured, as well as Dusty, that they weren't being displaced. I told Roy I had to talk to them again about that on my first day home. I'd had so much fun dressing Cheryl and Linda, and they're to help me with every detail about Robin, while Dusty helps his father with the man's work around a house. The first day was so comparatively calm I shooed Roy off to the ranch at Lake Hughes so he could attend to some matters he'd let wait there. The second day began with a crash at 6 a.m. I'd gotten Dusty's nurse for his first six months to return to us. At dawn she started for Robin's milk and fell down the back stairs. She fainted. I had to get her off to a hospital to take care of a fractured wrist and a bleeding nose. My mother and Florence Hargis, the wife of our radio producer and a nurse herself, came to my rescue. My pediatrician arrived at 10:30 a.m. and waded through the commotion. Today's infant sits up for her bottle of milk, to my utter amazement. But I'm not going to lag behind when doctors have acquired new wisdom, so Robin was propped up and taking her nipple with a fine flair when Roy got back that noon. "A week old and she's sitting up!" he cried, aghast. Ten days after her birth the twenty-five pounds I'd gained was gone and my waistline was only one inch larger than before. "See what riding opposite you in the movies does for me!" I quipped. I am not positive, at this point, how much more I'll do in the movies. I couldn't be happier, professionally. Teaming with Roy on the screen is a lark. Only he makes about seven films a year, and that means so much time away from home for me. I can sandwich in our radio shows and make our records simply enough, but when I make a movie it demands long days away. So I just don't know what we'll do on that score. If I could be his leading lady only part of the time, if the fans would permit that, it'd be an ideal compromise for me. Roy knows how completely he has altered my life. I imagined I might be a great blues singer originally. I was soloist with Anson Weeks' Band, then headlined in Chicago in the dinner room at the Drake Hotel and at the Chez Paree. I had my own Sunday coast-to-coast CBS spot. I wore the satin evening gowns a sophisticate employs as a uniform. I liked to sleep peacefully till afternoon and shine in the evening. I forgot the outdoors existed. When I got into pictures I was still aiming to score as a "hep" girl in glitter