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The romance of Vero-Ellen and Rock Hudson has been building solidly and wedding bells may soon be ringing
Vera keeps athletic training rules. Keeps her weight down to 110 pounds.
ONCE upon a time, as all good love stories should begin, there lived in Hollywood-on-the-Pacific a golden haired princess named Vera-EUen. She was born, romantically enough, in February, the month of hearts, and she was just as high as a tall man's heart.
Once upon a time, stick with me because it's worth it, there also lived in Hollywood a tall man (six feet, three inches) named Rock Hudson. He had come to the West Coast from Winnetka, Illinois, by way of Chicago and was doing his level best to make a name for himself in the motion picture business. Being a regular guy, as well as being somewhat reserved and slightly self-effacing, he did not make friends as fast, say, as a ninety-nine-year-old millionaire with no relatives.
He spent a good deal of time with his agent, so that is how it happened one night that Bock and he were stagging it at Mocambo when they saw Vera-Ellen dancing with a local actor.
"I've seen every picture that girl has made," rumbled Bock, "and I'd love to dance with her."
Bock's agent, a cooperative soul, inquired, "Why don't you cut in?" "In Hollywood!" choked Mr. Hudson. "You're kidding, of course. They'd bounce me out of this, now, Mocambo." "Chick-e-n!" observed the agent.
Bock arose with dignity and an assurance he did not feel in the least and strode onto the dance floor.
"I beg your pardon," he said after the conventional tap on the escort's shoulder. "May I?"
And after an eon had passed during which Bock did not get tossed out of Mocambo, did not get ordered from the scene by Vera's escort, and did not get iced by the princess herself, Bock found himself dancing with one of motion picture's most talented dancers.
Bock concentrated on conversation. What in heck did one say to a movie queen.
"You dance very well," he observed politely.
Blue-flamed candles flickered in the depths of Vera-Ellen's eyes and she seemed to have trouble with the corners of her mouth, but she said solemnly, "Thank you very much. You're easy to follow."
The music stopped, Bock returned his lady to her escort, uttered the usual expressions of gratitude and returned to his agent's table. He felt like a poker player who has rilled an inside straight. Also, his knees quivered somewhat.
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Vera-Ellen and Red Skelton having fun between scenes of "Three Little Words."
Vera and Fred Astaire are scheduled to costar in "Belle Of New York," big MCM musical.
Rock Hudson with Bob Arthur in "Air Cadet." Rock's still looking for that ONE big part.