?What happens when three of the screen?s loveliest stars all fall suddenly in love with the same man? If you don?t think it?s dynamite-read this story"

If Tyrone Power only were triplets, it would be all right. Because then there?d be one for Sonja Henie, who loves him and wants him and is determined to have him. And there?d be another one for Loretta Young, who?s told the world she wants Tyrone very, very badly. And there?d still be one left over for Alice Faye, who wants one, too!

But he isn?t, of course. And so there?s hell to pay in Hollywood. And no foolin?!

All because when three of the screen?s loveliest and smarts and wiliest stars all suddenly fall in love with one and the same man, and start thinking in terms of wedding bells, it?s dynamite!

The storm centers on the 20th Century-Fox lot, where all four are contractees. And all Hollywood watches with bated breath-save for an occasional giggle. Hollywood loves these spectacles! But for the principals, it?s NOT funny; it?s deadly serious. Sonja and Loretta, neither of whom is a slouch at the made game of man hunting, are at each other with all the tactics used by ladies-in-love-and-war. Alice Faye, no less clever in the game of get-you-man, stays on the sidelines playing the smart game of sympathizing and laughing with Tyrone.

For Loretta and Sonja, particularly, the battle is grueling. You see, neither of them has left herself an out.

Sonja, for one, has let t be publicly and widely understood that she considers Tyrone her man, and that matrimony is her idea. She?s even gotten her parents? okeh [sic] on Tyrone as a prospective son-in-law.

Loretta, on the other hand, has waded into battle with colors flying for all to see. She?s waved farewell to poor Eddie Sutherland, the director, who?s head-over-heels in love with her, and with whom she was making ready to do the altar-march and her ?I-do?s?-until she met Tyrone. One look at Tyrone, one squeeze in Tyrone?s arms, and Loretta told the world: ?Mmmmmm! He?s NICE!!? And right now, Sutherland is scrambling far, far in the wake, carrying the torch so high and loud that all Hollywood is sorry for him.

As for Tyrone, himself-well, the poor boy?s all in a dither. You see, Tyrone is really just a kid, yet. Barely in long pants.

?And anyway,? he wailed to a close friend and confidante the other day, ?I don?t want to get married before I?m 28, anyway!? And, in desperation as he?s torn betwixt Loretta and Sonja, the lad turns for solace to Alice Faye-who?s smart enough to listen and sympathize, and dish him out a good Irish laugh once in a while. That?s right down Alice?s alley. And Tyrone, fleeing predatory females, had better watch out!! So had Sonja and Loretta, to busy with their own war to be adequately aware of the Faye menace.

And now so you at the ringside can watch this campaign with full knowledge, here?s the inside story of how it all began, and grew:

It was Alice Faye who had the first real inside-track to Tyrone. It was before Tyrone suddenly went crashing into overnight stardom, in Lloyds of London. Up to then, Tyrone was just another good-looking lad on the lot. Loretta, for instance, didn?t even notice him. Loretta?s hunting grounds are the starry heavens, not studio back-lots. But Alice, whose heart is as big as the world, met Tyrone, and knew his bewilderment in the strange, new world of movies, and sort of helped him along. Alice had clicked, and she took Tyrone, the tyro, under her wing. She told him movie secrets. She laughed with him. She met his mother, of whom Tyrone is fonder than he is of any girl, as yet. Mother Power loved Alice. Now Alice calls her ?Mom.? Maybe that?s significant.

Anyway, until Sonja came into the picture, Alice and Tyrone palled around a lot.

Then came Sonja. It was during the build-up that preceded One in a Million. Part of the build-up was a skating exhibition Sonja was to give in a downtown Hollywood rink. Busily, in line with the Nordic determination that has marked her battle toward stardom, Sonja busily distributed tickets for her show, on the Fox lot. One day, she handed a couple of tickets to a young fellow. It was Tyrone. They were never introduced, formally-he was just one of the men she gave tickets to . But those tickets started!

For Tyrone went to Sonja?s show. It thrilled him. When she was done, he hurried to her dressing room to congratulate and praise her. There, Sonja, flushed and hot with the excitement of work and success, saw something in this handsome, fresh, young lad that did things insider her. Sonja moved in. Sonja appropriated Tyrone utterly. She visited his home. He visited hers. They exchanged gifts. He went to Palm Springs on a vacation. Sonja did likewise. When they were separated, they long-distanced each other. The columnists got wise, began to print the romance.

One day, from an eastern city where she was personal-appearancing, Sonja telephoned Tyrone.

?I read in the papers,? she coyly said, ?that I am your girl. Am I??

?That,? said Tyrone afterward, ?put me on a spot, didn?t it??

And then in walked Loretta!?

It was during preparation for Ladies in Love that Loretta first met Tyrone. That was purely professional-a matter of business. Besides, at that time, Loretta was pretty well sold on Eddie Sutherland and the marriage idea. Tyrone, just then, was just another actor. But Tyrone clicked, then, in Lloyds in London. Loretta suddenly beheld him in a new light. And then they cast her opposite him in Love is News In that, they were lovers, and how. They really went to work on loving. And Loretta took it seriously, I guess. Anyway, it was during shooting of that picture that Loretta began to tell intimates how she felt about Tyrone.

Now, when Loretta goes to work on a man, that man just can?t remain frigid.

It complicated life for the lad. Now besides giving Sonja gifts and his time and his smiles and his company, he had to do the same for Loretta. He did. He gave her radios. He visited at her house; she at his. The Sonja-Tyrone business was done all over again; only this time the cast was Loretta-and-Tyrone.

There came a significant distinction. Tyrone calls Sonja ?Sonja.? Sonja calls him ?Tyrone.? Half-way formalish and standoffish and Norwegianly un-intimate, if you get what I mean. But with Loretta and Tyrone, all of a sudden it was ?Gretch? and ?Ty.? Gretchen is Loretta?s real name; Tyrone pal-shortened it. And ?Ty? is what his buddies on the lot call him. Loretta discovered it, and he?s ?Ty? to her, and he loves it.

Sonja went east on personal appearances. During her absence, Tyrone learned his way about the Young household so well that now, when Loretta has guests, Tyrone sometimes act as as amateur butler about the place.

Sonja read the gossip, of course. Sonja hurried back to Hollywood. By airplane, mind you. She began matching Loretta?s wiles with her own determination. Hollywood began to see fun.

Fun broke out in the open in the dining room on the 20th Fox lot.

One day, Sonja entered the dining room with a magazine interviewer, took a table where, while being interviewed, she could watch the door for Tyrone?s arrival.

But before Tyrone arrived, Loretta barged in, saw not Tyrone, but Sonja. Without a flicker, she walked to a table where she, too, could watch the entry.

Finally, Tyrone arrived. Now fate so had it that at that moment, Loretta was busy with several wardrobe experts at one of the tables, discussing her clothes for the film she was making. Sonja, not so busy with her interviewer that she didn?t keep an eye on the door, saw Tyrone come, in. Tyrone, meantime, seeing BOTH Sonja and Loretta there, chose the middle road-took a table alone.

But not for long. Sonja would up her interview with a whiz, and before you could even say Loretta Young, Sonja was at Tyrone?s table.

Well, how Loretta did it remains one of those mysteries that clever women can manage. But she did manage to stay there until Tyrone was about done with lunch. Then Loretta rose to leave got into the exit-line a few places ahead of Tyrone and Sonja. Once at the desk, Loretta suddenly remembered there was a back-luncheon bill she wanted to pay. She asked the girl at the desk to tote it up for her. And while the girl did, Loretta took a stance so that over the cash-register, her eyes were inescapably fixed on Tyrone and Sonja.

No eye-and-tactic adversary, Sonja preferred to keep her own eyes on Tyrone. Tyrone himself, embarrassed quite obviously, managed to find a lot of things to look at besides Loretta. Loretta smiled. One of those smiles. The girl handed her her account. Loretta moved out of line, wrote a check. She finished writing it just at the moment-odd, eh?-that Tyrone, having paid his and Sonja?s lunch check, started for the door. Loretta turned then, bumped kersmack into him?.!

?Why, Ty!? she screamed. And she turned on the full caloric intensity of the Loretta smile.

Flush-faced, while Sonja hurried to the door, Tyrone stammered: ?Why, hello, Gr-er-uh-hello, Loretta.?

Loretta, still smiling like that, caroled gaily to Sonja, standing at the door with her back turned. ?Oh, hello, Sonja!?

Sonja had to turn. She even tried a smile. ?Hello, Miss Young,? she said. Then Tyrone and she hurried out. Loretta, still smiling swept grandly after them. And over the crowded dining room that had been as hushed as a theater auditorium in the midst of a dramatic scene, during the interchange, there swept a sudden sound that made up one huge sigh of relief.

Since then, the paths of Loretta and Sonja have not crossed. Each has given parties. Each has invited Tyrone to her party. But neither has invited the other girl!

As this is being written, Loretta and Sonja seem to be at stalemate.

But don?t think, in all this Loretta-and-Sonja-ing, that Alice Faye isn?t still in the picture. Whenever it gets too hot for Tyrone, he seeks refuge in her company. More often than either Loretta or Sonja, Alice is at Tyrone?s home, visiting and laughing with Tyrone and ?Mon.?

If Tyrone comes through the battle unhooked, it?ll probably be his mother who?ll have managed it.

You see, every night, after he?s taken out one of the girls-be it Sonja, or Alice, or Loretta-Tyrone knocks at his mother?s bedroom door, and calls softly: ?Asleep??

Of course, she isn?t. Mothers never are, are they? So she calls a cheery, ?no,? and asks him in.

And then Tyrone sits on the edge of her bed and tells her all about his evening. With Loretta. Or Sonja. Or Alice. Whichever it might have been.

And Mother smiles, while Tyrone goes on to his own bedroom-the wall of which are decorated with framed 11-by-14 photographs.

The walls are just about covered with those pictures. They are pictures of Tyrone with Loretta. And of Tyrone with Sonja. And of Tyrone with Alice.

But if you count them up, you?ll find there are no more pictures of Tyrone with Loretta than of Tyrone with Sonja.

And vice versa.