Screenland Plus TV-Land (Jul 1959 - May 1960)

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My husband, Roger Smith" By VICTORIA SHAW (Mrs. Roger Smith) "If Roger has any secrets of any kind from me, he keeps them so well they have no reality so far as Ym concerned," says Vickie of her famous spouse 1 AKE JEFF SPENCER of "77 Sunset Strip," and there you have my husband, Roger Smith. Except . . . and what a big exception you have to make to start with. I mean the chasing girls angle, of course. So maybe I'd better say Roger's TV series character is pretty much like Roger would be if he didn't happen to be married and if he did happen to be a detective. Even "as is," Roger's a pretty sharp detective in real life. That is, he"s very good at finding out things you don't want him to know, and at remembering things you wish he'd forget. He can reach back in his mind and run down facts based on incidents anybody else would have overlooked or at least forgotten. Like last summer when I was working on '"The Crimson Kimono" at Columbia Studios, and the subject of giving up smoking came up. I confidenttyr"brushed off Roger's reasons for me to quit. "It's not bad for me to smoke," I told him. "You know I've always said it doesn't hurt me." With an agreeable, polite smile Roger changed the subject — I thought. Steering the . conversation with such a light touch that it seemed to drift naturally. Roger started talking about a particularly happy evening we'd had a few months back, eating dinner in a very nice restaurant on the pier at the beach. "Remember all the things we talked about that night?" he asked. "Oh, yes," I nodded. "I remember reminiscing about when* I was a little girl in Australia, and about growing up — " "And," he broke in, "about how you realized smoking was bad for you!" He had me there — as usual. Having been trapped into remembering, I had to admit he was right. On the other hand, when it comes to a different kind of detecting, let's not forget to put this into the record: Some months ago. thieves, or vandals, or warped practical jokers, stole all the sprinkler heads out of our garden watering system — and my "detective" hasn't caught up with the culprits yet! Of course, Roger was "off the case" for a good many weeks while he was in and out of the hospital, getting over the injuries he suffered in his accident. You may remember what happened. He was carying a hi-fi set down the steps, taking it to the studio, when he tripped over a flower box and was badly hurt in a fall that he took. continued on page 18 16