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This rugged Heston man can tell you how to snare a husband.
And if anyone else tells you it's best to play hard to get —
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By CHARLTON HESTON
Charlton, feverishly kissing Katy Jurado in "Arrowhead," doesn't think marriage the be-all and end-all for a girl.
IT seems to me that girls nowadays are getting a lot of wrong advice about some important matters, if I can judge from the heartthrob columns which adorn the women's magazines and the fluffier pages of the newspapers. So many of the columns I've been reading are about how to please men and snare husbands and one thing that is wrong with them is that they all seem to be written by women! Advice about how to please men should be written by men. That's only logical.
In the first place, the estimable ladies who dish out the advice seem to assume that marriage is the be-all and end-all of any normal girl's existence. Just marriage. Period. They don't advise her to seek contentment or peace of mind or plain, old-fashioned happiness. They seem to aim all these deliberate wiles at the sole objective of getting a man to the altar — as if that were all there was to it. They are so feverish about it!
I think marriage is like an acting career — something you shouldn't get into unless you can't possibly be happy in any other way. When I was first dating Lydia, when she was seventeen, we were both certain that we didn't want to be married. We fought a lot, too. One day I asked her, "Well, if you ever did decide you'd like to be married — would it be to someone like me?" She said, "No." Just like that, very definitely.
Gradually I began to realize that in spite of our fighting, I could never be happy away from Lydia and finally, a long time later, she told me she felt that way, too. But — and this is important — when she did begin to feel that way, that her happiness lay in being my wife, she admitted it honestly and without any false coyness.
That's another thing that our "adviser" — let's call her Susie Snodgrass for convenience — has all wrong. She doesn't tell girls how important it is to be honest with a man. And I'm not inventing any of this. These are actual bits of advice I have read in various columns in different periodicals.
"Be aloof," advises Susie. "Be hard to get. Make him
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