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DINAH SHORE
By keeping career problems out of their home life and not analyzing why they re
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loving
By STEVE MOORE
It WAS LIKE a convention. About a dozen cars were parked in the driveway and in front of Dinah and George Montgomery's house in Beverly Hills. Somewhat cautiously, not knowing what to expect, I rang the bell. The maid answered. I told her I had an appointment to see Mr. Montgomery and I was in — right in the middle of a busy meeting between Dinah Shore and the men involved in the production of her TV show.
George was sitting over by the huge window that looks out on the pool and a panoramic view of the city and ocean. He waved a cheery hello. Just then the phone rang. It was for George. While he was busy with his call, I gave a fast once-over to this fabulous house.
The huge living room has an elevated level on the right which is the music room. To the left is another raised section — for the dining room. Off in an alcove, also facing the window, is the breakfast area. This is as far as I got because George had finished his conversation. It was indeed some house.
He had been working on details for future plans for TV and motion pictures so his mind was on his next assignment. Having wound up his "Cimarron City" chores, he was enthusiastically considering the many other offers given him.
As he sat there talking he looked so relaxed that he reminded me of Dinah and the way she seemed to melt into the television camera — so all-fired poised you'd think that she couldn't be thrown by anything.
Actually, very little does bother her. Not even the night Bob Cummings and Gale Storm did a TV show with her. In the act, they were to sing a song, do some chatter, lean back on a bench, and carry on with the humor. But the prop man goofed that night and couldn't find the bench with the back on it, so he hurriedly shoved on just any old one. Gale, Bob, and Dinah leaned back on cue, and over they went on the floor, feet kicking wildly in the air. Was she upset? No, she just couldn't stop laughing.
"People have asked me if Dinah is as poised at home," George said. "Well, yes, for the most part, but I'll never know how anyone seemingly so disorganized on the surface can get so many things done and done so well. You can always tell when Dinah is home. You can pick up her trail from the moment she enters the house. You find a sheet of music, a tennis ball, any
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