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guy madison con«nued Guy's happy home life and booming career
give him the look of a man who's "got it made"
apartment, into the house. And gaily moved in with them.
"Anyhow," said Sheila, cheerfully sitting on the floor, "we can sleep and eat and keep clean!"
But the weather was unusually chilly for California and after a bit the inside of the house began to feel like something Admiral Byrd had written about somewhere, in spite of the fact that the furnace was making merry, warming sounds. The Madisons were mildly bewildered.
Guy investigated. "There's something they haven't hooked up," he reported. "Some sort of fan or forced air dingus that makes the warm air circulate in the house. It isn't working."
Sheila pulled a blanket about her shivering shoulders. "Oh well," she began, bravely, "tomorrow they'll fix it and. . . . What's that?"
An eerie sound had rent the air around their hilltop. Guy cocked an ear until the sound came again and then he grinned. "It's a coyote howling over the way," he told her. "Nothing to worry about!"
"Here? Within six minutes of Hollywood Boulevard?" Sheila quavered, looking at him appealingly. Then, with a little gulp, "Look, honey, for a screen star's home, isn't this a little — just a little — uh — primitive?"
Sheila understands now that coyotes and even deer just over the way are points of pride among the hillsiders who live within a stone's throw of Grauman's Chinese Theatre. Guy has already shot three coyotes, practically from his own
SPACE MAN: In Guy's new movie, "On The Threshold Of Space," he portrays a high altitude U.S. Air Force test pilot |20th-Fox).
WHOOPSY! Daddy tosses Bridget up in the air— and she loves it!
front door. Such goings-on give an outdoor man a comforting sense of pioneer life while he is living within easy reach of all the refinements of an effete civilization.
But it was all pretty surprising to Sheila! The high fence which has been installed around their small estate and the two hunting dogs Guy keeps outside the house to give necessary alarms have reassured her. And besides, she is fairly handy with a gun and bow and arrow, herself, by this time.
Those talents, themselves, in his petite wife, surprised Guy a good deal. She had astonished him in the first place, while they were still courting, by proving to be an expert horsewoman . . . astonished him because she looked so fragile and she had been a model before she had been an actress, and the word "model" had to him a static and helpless sound. But Sheila's father had been a famous horse trainer in Ireland where they had lived until she was 16 and she had learned to ride as a tot.
Even so, he hadn't expected her to become skilled and enthusiastic about his favorite sports of hunting and fishing so quickly. Especially fishing.
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