Screenland Plus TV-Land (Nov 1952 - Oct 1953)

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Steve's date, Kay Fayleti, does a burn as be stops to give his autograph to admiring femme fan at recent Hollywood premiere. Barbara Payton and Steve are very good friends. "The female animal is much more intelligent than the male," declares Steve. ff I Learned About Women Fro en 99 Kathryn Grayson and Steve in "The Desert Song." He insists it's more fun to go out with a nonprofessional than an actress. BEING the reticent type, Steve Cochran waited until he was six months old before he became actively interested in women. At that advanced age he made an interesting discovery which left a lasting impression. "I discovered," opines our passionate pilgrim, "that women have a way of getting their way. I have lived to learn that the more I know about the delicate dears, the less qualified I become to compete with them!" Steve's first awareness of feminine fragility descended upon him in Eureka, California, where he was born. Although his older sister, Vina, and her little playmates had ample outlet mothering their dollies and teddy bears, being realists they enlisted the services of baby Stevie for the gurgling cause. "It seems," rues the object of sacrifice, "through the years I've retained a mental picture of this hallowed demonstration. Vina and her smother-loving friends dressed me up in doll clothes, clutched me to their maternal bosoms as they coddled and caressed me. I found the close association — pleasant. "Like famous sirens of history who were beset by boredom following conquest, Vina s vixens were no exception. Suddenly and without provocation, their girlish enthusiasm waned. While they were off in another direction, I was dragged unceremoniously through the bushes and eventually dropped on my head. There I remained until some Good Samaritan retrieved me." Thus began one man's meanderings in a world of women. There was that first love in his life, a little girl named Sue in Steve's first grade class. They called her — Sweet Sue! At lunch time, when she insisted that our little man-boy accept her hard-boiled egg, he was touched to the quick. The following day she demanded a peanut butter sandwich in return. "So I learned from a little woman," dead-pans our hero, "it's the man who pays and pays." A red-headed teacher taught him one of life's treasured lessons. At 7 years old, Stevie was not exactly the ~*»e of