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Silver Screen
Love busts out in Hollywood!
Debbie: Does age matter?
Lana: Will the fifth work?
Sandra: Is Bobby Mr. Right?
Liz: Too much, too soon?
Silver
Screen
A Pines Publication
Volume 27, Number 11
April, 1961
IRA PECK V.P-Editor
Ruth Fountain Managing Editor
Edward R. Rofheart V.P.-Art Director
Lou W. Lupu Art Editor
INSIDE NEWS
Liz Taylor 20 Too Much, Too Soon? by Paul Benedict
PERSONALITY CLOSE-UPS
18 Love Busts Out In Hollywood! by Jim Cooper
Carol Lynley 26 "When Is A Girl Grown Up?" by Dora Albert
John Gavin 30 My Husband, John by Cecily Gavin
Shirley MacLaine 34 Real, Live Pixie by Favius Friedman
Paul Anka 36 The Game Of Love by Rose Perlberg
Ina Balin 42 Girl On Her Own by Florence Epstein
Ralph Taeger 46 Sex Appeal Plus Nerve by John Maynard
EXCLUSIVE PICTURE STORIES
Roger Smith 24 By The Beautiful Sea
Carolyn Jones 40 Carolyn Cuts Up
SPECIAL FEATURES
Gossip 6 Sheilah Graham's Intimate Gossip
12 Hollywood Confidential by Dorothy O'Leary
Reviews 10 What's Playing At The Movies by Rahna Maug
Records 16 Spinning The Platters by Paul Sloane
53 Crossword Puzzle
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TOO MU
Has the emotional wear and tear of her
tempestuous life made Liz prone to illness?
By PAUL BENEDICT
In London, a small army of doctors was trying to
put a name to the mystery malady which had
afflicted Elizabeth Taylor and thus caused a two
million dollar delay in the production of her projected
Biblical spectacle, "Cleopatra". Elsewhere there
were many who were convinced that the real nature
of her ailment was not even under consideration.
As one curbstone diagnostician dryly remarked
from the vantage point of Hollywood, "I don't know
what all the mystery's about. This poor girl's
suffering from a simple case of too much, too soon.'
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By DORA ALBERT
When is a girl really mature? When she goes to her first formal?
When she falls in love for the first time? When she faces her first
disappointment? When she suffers real heartbreak? When she takes
her marriage vows?
Thousands of girls have wondered about this. Recently Carol
Lynley received a letter from a 16-year-old girl who wrote: "Dear
Carol: I have fallen madly in love and want to get married. My
mother says I'm too young-that what I feel is just puppy love,
and that I'll get over it. I'm sure I shan't. But if William and !
don't get married, he may go away to college and forget me. My
mother says a 16-year-old girl isn't mature enough to know her
own mind. But I'm different. I've always been grown-up for my
age. And I'm sure you are, too. After all, I read you started acting
when you were 10, and have been in motion pictures since you were
15. So you're living proof that a girl can be mature at 15 or 16.
If a girl is mature enough to work in pictures at 15, then girls
of 16 are surely old enough to pick the right husbands for them-
selves. Don't you agree?"
Carol Lynley, sitting opposite me at the Universal-International
commissary, nibbled at her salad, and said with a smile, "Ever
since I appeared in 'Blue Denim', first on the stage and then in
pictures, people have been coming to me for advice on sex and
marital problems, as though playing a girl in trouble made me
an authority.
"I remember one afternoon after the matinee of the play, a
woman approached me and said, 'What do you think Janet should
have done? Do you think she made the right decision when she
had an abortion and decided to give up the boy until they were
older and wiser?'
"That, you see, was the plot of the play. (continued on page 29)
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T WAS OUR first time in
Rome, and Jack and I were
fascinated to see so many people
astride their little Italian motor
scooters. The Italian couples,
the man driving and the girl
sitting in the back, seemed so
eager and happy as they whizzed
by on their Vespas.
I thought to myself what fun
it must be. Jack noticed it,
too, and he grinned approving-
ly. But soon, with the wealth
of other things on our crowded
agenda, it passed from i my mind.
We were all set to take off
for our eagerly anticipated
visit to the Vatican museum
at St. Peter's when Jack asked
me to wait for him at the hotel
while he ran an errand. I
was quite keyed up for a visit
to the museum. We were
planning to (continued on page 32)
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SHIRLEY MacLAINE
REAL, LIVE
PIXIE
By Favius Friedman
Shirley's far out and a real ring-a-ding, but
she's the kind of kook you just have to like
Core of Shirley's existence husband Steve
Parker. She stars in "All In A Night's Work".
They've got the wrong sign entirely in front of Mr. and Mrs. Steve Parker's house, way up on
that mountain where the Parkers live. (Mrs. P, of course, is known to all and sundry as Shirley
MacLaine, the original ring-a-ding girl.) Instead of the neatly-painted announcement at the end
of the driveway that reads and there's actually such a sign there: "Notice: The front door
is at the rear of the house," there should be another kind of warning altogether.
Mrs. Parker should of course, she'll never do it-caution the world to this effect: "Careful.
Real, live pixies inhabit this pad."
Red-headed Shirley is, naturally, the charter member of her Pixie Circle, and for a hundred
reasons. Because who else would tell a prying visitor on the set of "The Apartment", "I think
your teeth are wonderful. Are they real?" Or even dream of parking her gum behind Frank
Sinatra's ear, and then go on to do a dizzying dance number in "Can-Can"? Or hang her laundered
underwear to dry on a nearby fig tree, even when visitors are due?
But then, Shirley was a card-carrying pixie as far back as her school days, when she
vanquished her best boy friend in the high jumps, and then wondered why he never phoned
her again. Today, at home, Shirley is still a kind of kook, but a warm kook. It's nothing for
her to say to you, with a gleam in her eye, "You know, of course, that my daughter
Stephanie is actually a midget. She is 39, going on 40, but don't tell (continued on page 52)
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