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For all that he is fun-loving and audacious by nature, Edd remains boyish and soft-spoken
floor, located his room, and I boldly knocked on his door."
Byrnes and his buddy held their breath until someone answered. It was not Douglas, but a well-dressed man who turned out to be Kirk's secretary. They hadn't gotten very far in explaining their mission when Douglas stuck his head out of the shower and asked who it was.
"A couple of fans of yours, Kirk."' his secretary called back.
'"'Well, tell "em to come on in." Douglas yelled good-naturedly.
A moment later Douglas appeared in his robe, and accorded his intrepid fans a real friendly welcome that warmed them to their innards,
tcWhy don't you sit down and make yourselves comfortable, fellows?" he said. "Can I get you a drink?''
The adventurers looked at each other, gulped and nodded. Douglas signalled knowingly to his secretary, who came back a moment later with a couple of high school cocktails — two 7-UpC
Douglas, far from being irritated at the invasion of his privacy, roared with appreciative laughter when Edd confessed the ruse he had employed to get his room number. He listened without a murmur of deprecation as Byrnes ingenuously blurted out his own consuming ambition to be an actor, and young Edd's excitement rose almost to an unbearable pitch when Douglas told him that he, too, had studied at the Dramatic Workshop.
As his thrilled visitors left. Douglas put his arm around Byrnes and ribbed him:
"Eddie, you don't want to be an actor. When you're an actor,
women chase you all over the place. You get a Cadillac and you want a Jaguar. It's terrible."
To a great extent Douglas' facetious prophecy has come to pass. Edd Byrnes has become a budding star as Kookie, the jive-spouting parking lot attendant who oozes youthful sex appeal on ABC-TV's slick whodunit series, "77 Sunset Strip." The girls are chasing him all over the place. Byrnes got himself a 1955 Thunderbird and wanted a later model, so he traded it in for a 1957 Thunderbird. Only it's not terrible. He loves it — every minute of it.
His pal, Joe Flynn. despaired of the quest for Hollywood's holy grail a long time ago. To begin with, he was already married when he and Byrnes stalked Douglas in his Sherry Netherlands lair, and his wife even then was expectant. He is now expressing his flair for dramatics as a detective on the New York City police force, where charades, like posing as a newspaperman, well may add to his efficiency.
"He had all those responsibilities, so he had to give it up," Byrnes says solemnly. "In fact, he has another baby now. But we're still good friends."
BYRNES was not without responsibilities of his own. From early youth he had taken on odd jobs to help support his widowed mother and younger brother and sister. With the same DDT — dogged determination and tenacity — that got him into Kirk Douglas' plush duplex suite, he audaciously thumbed his nose at the overpowering odds against his success, took on Hollywood with $100 in his jeans, laughed off setbacks that
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