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Tallulah clowns with Berle and enjoys TV but balks at doing regular job on own panel show. beautiful old rambling house 60 miles from New York, at the end of a climb¬ ing cow path ten miles from where the macadam ends, overlooking God’s green acres and a swimming pool, lives the woman extraordinaire, who more than anything else in the world, loathes being alone. No isolationist, politically or social¬ ly, she houses three dogs, a cat, a Myna bird, a chauffeur, a cook, her secretary, Edie Smith, any number of neuroses, and on weekends, any vari¬ ety of high- and low-brows. The idyllic “Windows” erupts spas¬ modically, along with Tallulah. She’d stay there forever, never working, “if the wolf and Bureau of Internal Rev¬ enue would stay away from my door.” Southern Ham Admittedly lazy and a ham, she comes out of hibernation “only for money, dahling,” including the Jimmy Durante show date and U.S. Steel Hour’s “Hedda Gabler.” She has other offers. “I hate to say whose. If I turn anyone down I give the man a black eye and I don’t want to give those dahling Goodson-Todman boys a black eye. But I’m advised that panel shows are on their way out.” Bill Todman, who hasn’t heard the news about panel shows, says, “We have an audience participation show in the works, tailor-made for Tallu.” And he’s convinced she’s convinced. She’s thinking more seriously about a situation comedy, a Fred Coe off¬ spring. But with the wolf still at a distance, she reads through the night and sleeps through the day. Since she reads prone, with Doloras, a Maltese poodle, slung somehow around the top of her head, like a halo, she can’t abide heavy books. “I’ll wager I’m the only person who ever read ‘Gone With the Wind’ at one session,” she claims. “But it weighed so much, I ripped it in half. Read first one part, then the other—like that,” she tore an imagi¬ nary book in two. Not an outdoor girl, she rarely rises before three, ventures into the open only in summer. “Dahling, I’m so un- athletic, I’ve got a 60 foot pool that I’ve never seen the other end of.” Tallulah is a determined Giant root¬ er. As a born Confederate, she has a distaste for all things Yankee, from baseball to pot roast. She rarely remembers names, al¬ though she’s remarkably adroit at any¬ thing concerning Tallulah. “I haven’t been to the theater in seven years and a movie in 10. At the ball park, I blow my gasket if the Giants win, and I blow it if they lose. Either way I come home dead—a wreck.” London Belle For all who weren’t around for Tal¬ lulah’s first triumph 30 years ago, she was the belle of London at 21. She was born the second daughter of the great beauty, Adelaide, and the am¬ bitious young lawyer. Will Bankhead, who was to become a Congressman and later, Speaker of the House. When Tallulah returned after her storming 18