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were thus enabled to let Pam go about solving the most baffling crimes by sheer intuition. This held up for a brief while but began to wear thin over the long haul. The new series of films, which be¬ gan shooting and went on the air just last January, gives Barbara a much better break. “With Revlon as one of the sponsors,” she says, “I’m all of a sudden high fashion and get to wear all sorts of wonderful new clothes and hair-dos. So then of course they had to give me a boost in brain power to match the new glamor. And the whole shebang is a lot more fun.” ‘Who, Me? On TV?’ Getting back to that Rose Parade float, Barbara at the time was major¬ ing in dramatics at Long Beach City College with an eye toward teaching the stuff once she got out. A native of Long Beach and the daughter of rather serious-minded parents, she had never given a thought to becom¬ ing an actress—least of all on some¬ thing called television. Oddly enough, her first bit part at Paramount was in a “Hopalong Cas¬ sidy” feature, a picture which today is still making the TV rounds. She also aopeared in “Bwana Devil,” the first 3D movie. Her latest picture, “Dragonfly Squadron,” has still to be released. Mother Barbara Barbara was married eight years ago to Dr. Eugene Czukor, a physio¬ therapist. They have two children, a six-year-old son Teddy, and a two- year-old daughter, Chris. The Czu- kors live in the old Ilona Massey home in North Hollsrwood, a rambling four- acre place complete with a guest house and, of all things, a concrete roller skating rink. Dr. Czukor, a keen student of the human mind, has constantly encour¬ aged his wife in her career, even to the point of sending her to New York three years ago so she could appear in a stage play. It was well that he did, for TV film producer John Loveton showed up in the audience one night. The minute Barbara made her en¬ trance he turned to his wife and said, “There, for heaven’s sake, is just the girl to play Pam North.” Barbara is a rather exceptional girl by Hollywood standards. Born to moderate means, she has never wanted for money, never lacked for movie roles and has never been in¬ volved in the kind of headline pub¬ licity that involves black eyes and divorce courts. She neither smokes nor drinks, and has retained a re¬ markably fresh-faced complexion that makes her look a bare 21. She is the type, in fact, of whom Hollywood people say, “Now there goes a really nice girl.” The fact that she manages to get involved in at least one murder a week apparently has no bearing on the matter. The detective at home with her real hus¬ band, Dr. Eugene Czukor, and children. 17