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muster, and (4) has an uncanny way of winning even the most obdurate members of the press over to her side. One reporter who had written a particularly scathing review of the first My Little Margie show was later so charmed by Miss Storm that when the show befuddled all the experts by climbing into the Top Ten and stay¬ ing there, he voluntarily—and pub¬ licly—ate crow with the star at a Hal Roach commissary luncheon. They have since been the best of friends. Gale’s way with the press, and with everyone else, is not a calculated one. Cutting a rug: eldest son Phillip has a hard time keeping up with Mom. Her outlook on life is based on a solid rock of religion which has given her an inner serenity few stars—and not too many just average folk—ever achieve. Thus solidly anchored, she has no qualms about facing fife. She takes things as they come, and long ago made the sensible discovery that to take them in good humor is a lot mere fun than to take them too se¬ riously. As a result, she finds her¬ self with a husband, three strapping young sons, the respect and affection of all Hollywood, and rather large quantities of money—all without any seemingly great or heartbreaking ef¬ fort. A frugal soul, Gale has lived in the same small San Fernando Valley home for eight years. As a star’s home, it is no great shakes—there are thou¬ sands precisely like it scattered all over Los Angeles. Work has already started, however, on their brand new home (she is allergic to the term “dream house”), and just recently they stumbled across an all-cash buyer for the Lennox Avenue hatbox. “It was a real shock,” Gale says, “to realize we had actually sold the place. All of a sudden its faults just disappeared and the closets weren’t small at all and we realized we were giving up a great big hunk of senti¬ ment.” Then she takes a sidelong glance at the architect’s drawing of their new home and adds, “But we can stand it, boy. We can really stand it.” Gal Without Gallons Actually, Gale has little or no ap¬ preciation of costs. She is just na¬ turally frugal, which is perhaps just as well. A girl with as little compre¬ hension of simple arithmetic as Gale Storm could very easily lead an en¬ tire family to instant bankruptcy. She recently splurged on a 1954 convert¬ ible, however, and ran out of gas three days later. “The instrument board, or whatever you call it, is so complicated - looking that I just couldn’t read it. Besides, when I got the bill for the car I figured it didn’t use gas anyway.” When it was explained to her that all she had to do was figure what kind of mileage per gallon she was getting and then fill the tank every time she drove X number of miles, her face assumed a complete blank. “Are you all through?” she asked. 16