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Liberace makes a film. Candid photos in Holly¬ wood with mem¬ bers of crew; brother George, who's getting his forehead mopped; Connie Haines, a guest on show. network fame when he took over for Dinah Shore for 13 weeks in the sum¬ mer of 1952. And then the snowball started to roll. Yet, according to those who know him best, he has not changed one iota. He is modest, unassuming, accommo¬ dating. He has not yet gotten over the fact that all this has happened to him, a Polish boy out of Mil¬ waukee. Nor has he forgotten that he worked long and hard before fall¬ ing into this kind of money. When he had to lay off the musicians on his show for two weeks recently, he gave them each $175 vacation pay, a gesture not called for by any union rules. When the contractor who was to build his new home came down with polio the day the actual building got under way, Liberace quietly saw to it that the contractor and his family were taken care of financially. When a couple of gaping tourists stopped their car in front of his house one after¬ noon, he casually invited them in and gave them the grand tour. Liberace is perhaps the only man who can smile and eat spaghetti at the same time. He is delighted with everything—except the vicious gossip. “Why?” he asks. “Why do they say these things about me? What have I done to them?” Some months ago “Lee” lunched with a movie producer he hadn’t seen in years. The producer, half seriously, outlined a picture he said he’d been thinking about for Liberace. “It’s about a frustrated piano play¬ er,” he said, “a fight promoter who had always wanted to play but who wound up handling a bunch of punch drunk fighters. Then he latches onto a fighter who can really play the piano and he sends him out on this concert tour. . . .” The Liberace smile blinded four people in the next "booth. “Gee,” he exclaimed, “I’d love to do something like that. And look,” he added eagerly, flexing his biceps in the traditional pose, “I’ve got muscles, too.” If you think he hasn’t, pick a fight with him. 'Mom': Liberace; his mother, who is his inspiration; and band lead¬ er Lawrence Welk, out for fun.