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Every star is entitled to a hobby — and Charlie Mack's is building houses of weird and wonderful design. He's founding a new and different colony
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Here's Mack's house, which he buih for himself. It's partly English, partly Norman and partly Charles Mack. The result, however, is pretty darn good.
By RACHEL RUBIN
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Mr. Mack shows Rachel Rubin, the author of this article, the view of the Sierra Ma<]r° mountains whirh can be clearly seen irtim his charming house.
^ If ITT'S English," the handsome
lady in blue decided.
"It's Norman," sweetly countered the equally handsome lady in green.
I nodded amiably at both of them and offered up a silent prayer that my opinion might not be solicited. I never could remember the difference between a flying buttress and a Doric column.
Just as the argument was beginning to look promising, Charlie Mack sauntered up the hill. Otherwise known as Amos, the perennially lazy half of the Two Black Croios. It was his country house at Newhall, California, at which we had been looking. Low and comfortable-looking, with as much an ait of belonging on that hillside as the. great gnarled oak deep-rooted in the front lawn, half obscTiring mellow walls.
"It's English, isn't it?" the lady in blue volunteered as Charlie approached, beaming as usual.
"Norman, of course!" was the quick response of the lady in green. "Well, I'll tell you," drawled Charlie, pushing back his enormous straw hat and scratching his head, "it's both."
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HILE the fair combatants looked at each other with an air of "I-toldyou so," he explained, with amazing candor, that neither the English nor the Norman style of architecture seemed to fit the surrounding landscape, so he took what he wanted from each, and put them all together. The strips from the Norman — or perhaps it was the English — ^^and the bricks at the corners from somewhere else. When he got through assembling architecture, he had a house!
When the first house was finished, he built another. When the second one was done, he started a third.
These near-triplets are the first of a family of perhaps forty-two to be placed here and there over a tract of some hundred-odd acres. No two will be alike. Some will be triangular, some square — who knows, there may even be a roundhouse !
Roads will be laid first. Not straight, matter-of-fact roads, but winding, lazy roads to fit the hills. Later, the houses. One by one, as the need arises, and Charlie decides whom he wants for neighbors !
"Don't get the idea that I'm tryin' to be high-hat," he begged Earnestly, [^Continued on page 90}
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