SCREEN ALBUM Winter 1942

There was the day they'd turned Ty Power down for the Naval Air Corps, because he wasn't a college graduate, and there was a lump in is throat like a basketball. A couple of soldiers passed him as he was slinking home and one ofthem stage-whispered, "Why the hell isnt' that guy in uniform?" It hit him hard, but whe he thought about it there wasn't any answer. Why the hell wasn't he? So he enlisted as a private in the Marines, and he's so happy and so proud, you'd thiink he was at least a Colonel. "I'm in..." he keeps beaming - just like it was fun to chuck a 32-suite wardrobe and $5,000 a week for something sloppy in khaki and $78 a month...Take a good look at him in Crash Dive, 'cause that's be his last for teh duration. Gee, he's going to be missed. The kids around Beverly Hills won't; know what to do without their favorite first baseman, and the gals at 20th Centure who used to wait for that grin and the "hi kids," every mornign have faces down to the floor. And Annabella, whom he's spoiled to death with a dozen phone calls a day ad a silly present practically every night, is terribly terribly lonely. They've let all but one maid go, but it doesn't faze Annabella. "I'll be the upstairs girl and assistant cook." Ty's main worries are that the garden will expire in his absence and that Annabella will gie away his absolutely insane and hideous dog. They laughed and laughed the last weeks he was home. A bit hysterically, perhaps, but better than glooming. They even got a howl out of Ty's rookie haircut. He of the virtual page bob went off scalped. When he'd gone, Mrs. P. turned to Anni, her little girl. "Wasn't his hair awful," she said shakily, blinking sort of hard. "Awful," bawled Anni. "But on him, didn't it look swell?"

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