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him, claimed him for his own and put him on the high road to glory, as it were. The records Fisher made prior to being hauled into the Army in 1951 were more than enough to keep his career alive while he was The Fishers, father and son: 12 years ago they were South Philadelphia hucksters. out of things. Two years later, he left his $90-a-month Army job on a Thursday morning, and that night took up a $7500-a-week engagement at New York’s Paramount Theater. “Can you imagine something like that happening in Russia?” he asks. Just recently Irving Berlin talked seriously with Eddie about the possi¬ bility of the young singer’s starring in a two-hour, four-network TV ex¬ travaganza called “The Irving Berlin Story.” This is equivalent to being knighted. Yet the people most consist¬ ently in evidence around the Fisher pool this past summer were not the Cantors and the Berlins. The two regulars were the elder Fisher, whom Eddie still calls “Daddy,” and Bernie Rich, an aspiring dramatic actor, still looking for his big break. Eddie, his childhood buddy, has made it. “If this guy starts changing,” Bernie says, “I will personally bash his head in.” The consensus around Holly¬ wood, from press agents to record executives to trade paper columnists, is that Fisher is a “nice kid.” Fisher himself, quite aware of the tag, still takes pains to live up to it. His romance with M-G-M star Deb¬ bie Reynolds is something he grins about, answering all ques¬ tions with “I don’t know.” Asked if he doesn’t like to get back to normal now and again and maybe just slip off to a movie with his girl, Eddie gives the definite impression that he wants no part of normal—not now, anyway. So far as money is concerned, Fisher seems quite unconcerned. His big splurges to date have been a home for his parents in Philadelphia, a shiny black 1954 Cadillac convertible for himself and his recent jaunt to Europe “to rest.” His business manager pays all the bills, keeps Eddie on a reason¬ able allowance and takes care of the long-range investments. Longest of them is rumored to be a Coca-Cola franchise—an investment which all by itself can keep a man well stocked in steak dinners and swimming pools. 17