One of the most attractive young in Hollywood today is Ann Power, sister of the famous Tyrone. An was born on La Brea Avenue in Hollywood on August 26, 191, which makes her exactly one year and four months younger than her brother Ty-who, incidentally, first saw the light, literally and not spiritually in Cincinnati.

The first time I saw Ann she was in a picture frame on Ty’s dresser in the bedroom of his beautiful new home out in Brentwood. (What was I doing there? Annabella was showing me around. Wouldn’t you know!) Recently I had the pleasure of meeting her-a tall, slender girl with big dark eyes liker her brother’s-and over a crab salad and endless cups of coffee (She’s a worst chain coffee drinker than Barbara Stanwyck, holder of the present championship) we engaged in a bit of idle chitchat, which wasn’t idle very long.

”At the close of the war,” said Ann, “Mother was asked to take an important role in John Stephen McGroarty’s famous ‘Mission Play’ which is staged annually in San Gabriel. California. She remained a member of the company for five years and Tyrone and I lived with her in the close-by town of Alhambra.

”While Mother was away at the theatre, Tyrone and I found plenty of mischief to get into. Tyrone had seen pictures in a book of some children in the East having a snowball fight. It looked like fun. But he couldn’t find any snow in Alhambra. Oranges, he decided, would be Justas effective as snowballs, and oranges, as you know, are quite plentiful in that section of California. He striped a few trees and the battle took place one afternoon in the back yard.

”It was girls versus boys, and ripe oranges were bursting all over the place, but mainly all over our faces. On my team was a little girl who didn’t like Tyrone-the only little girl, or big girl, I ever knew who didn’t like my brother-and she simply couldn’t resist picking up a brick and hurling it at Tyrone’s head. It clipped him on the forehead, he was knocked out cold, and the doctor had to take several stitches. After that he lost interest in oranges but not in little girls.

”Mother had several pieces of antique furniture in our living room which she valued very much, a chair in particular and for that reason we had been told never to play in that room. We had a tremendous back yard and front yard but of course it had to be the living rooom that Tyrone and several little boys from his school chose for a very exciting football game one afternoon. In the excitement Tyrone kicked the chair instead of the ball and it broke in seven places. He knew Mother would be furious so he made me cross my heart and hope to die that I wouldn’t tell, and then he proceeded to nail it together with some huge nails he found in the garage. ‘It’s so old,’ he said contemptuously, ‘a few nails won’t be noticed.’ But Mother did notice and Tyrone got a good paddling.”

It seems that the “trade” instinct came out in Tyrone at a very early age. He was always trying to “sell” something and if he hadn’t become an actor he would probably have made one of those smooth talking super salesmen. (Mercy, he could have sold me anything!) His first venture in the business world was a lemonade stand on the front lawn. Ann squeezed the lemons and washed the glasses and swished at the flies. Ty watered the lemonade profusely from the garden hose, and sold it. People actually bought it-five cents a small glass, ten cents a big glass.-though usually they didn’t bother to drink it.

Too much competition broke out in the neighborhood so Ty advanced to bigger and better things. He decided to manufacture, and peddle, perfume. He and Ann gathered up all the milk bottles they could find and hid them in the garage. Then they squeezed dozens of flowers into the bottles and poured in water that had been slightly colored via the paint box. After “steeping” a while the liquid was drained off and bottled. Ty packed them in his little wagon and began to canvass the neighborhood. Women, who simply couldn’t resist his smile even at that early age, bought his perfume and were practically knocked out by the smell that came out of the bottles. After the first rush of suckers the perfume business went into a decline and the perfume magnate declared bankruptcy and had to think of a new trade. He gathered up his mother’s magazines and books and sol them from door to door. She soon put a stop to that. “Son,” she said, “if you are so anxious to make money I will give you a regular job, and pay you for it. If you’ll week the dandelions out of the lawn every day I will give you a penny for every fifteen dandelions.” At an early age Ty became a professional dandelion weeder. No wonder the dandelions haven’t a Chinaman’s chance now on his spacious lawns out on his Brentwood estate.

”I remember,” Ann continued, “the first visit we made to our Grandmother’s in Cincinnati. Tyrone was completely fascinated, for some strange reason, by the high ceilings in her home. Our bungalows in California had always had low ceilings and heavy beams and Grandmother’s old-fashioned Eastern house with the high ceilings seemed to awe him at first. But not for long.

”Grandmother was entertaining a large and formal dinner party one night, and as a special treat Tyrone and I were allowed to have ice cream in the library, while the guests were having their in the dining room. I was eating away joyously when suddenly I saw Tyrone stretch out flat on his back on the couch, balance the saucer on his stomach, and with his spoon flip the ice cream toward the ceiling. After several flips that landed over his new suite and the couch he made the ceiling-in a nice chocolate splash. He was extremely enthused over his prowess. But Mother and Grandmother failed to share his enthusiasm. My brother is the only little boy I ever met who’d rather flip his ice cream than eat it.”

It was during the stay in Alhambra that a nurse, whom the children called “Pet,” came to look after them for several years. She was a kindly, intelligent woman who taught them not to be afraid of the dark, or of anything for that matter. The imaginative Tyrone took her teachings right to heart and when the Doctor arrived to vaccinate him Ty boldly informed him, “You can hurt Ann, and you can hurt other little children. But you can’t hurt me. Only God can hurt me.”

The mysteries of religion he solved at a very early age, and quite satisfactorily, too. “pet” would read to them every night before she turned out the lights in the nursery, usually several chapters from the Bible. One night she read the Twenty-Third Psalm. Ann, who was inclined to be a phlegmatic child, the exact opposite of her volatile brother, was a little worried about the meaning. “What does 'The Lord is my Shepherded I shall not want’, mean,” she asked Tyrone in the next bed. “It means answered Ty, already half asleep after a hard day of “trade”-“it means that you don’t have to worry about anything. The Lord will take care of you. Shut up and go to sleep.”

To this day Ty refuses to worry about anything. N the early days when he was trying to get a foothold in pictures, or on the stage, he was kicked about plenty, but he never worried. Even when his “best friends” gathered around and told him that if he married Annabella the fans would turn against him and his move career would be shot to hell he refused to worry. Just smiled that famous Tyrone smile-and married Annabella.

”Tyrone has always been a terrible tease,” Ann continued. “And as I was a rather serious child he took great pleasure in teasing me. Usually the teasing was innocent enough, but I will never forget one summer we spent in Ludington, Michigan. Ty would tease me because he could swim out to the fishnets in the lake, but I was afraid to. So one day he coaxed me into a rowboat with him and rowed out to the fishnets-where he proceeded to turn the boat over and allow me to get back to the shore as best I could. He thought it great sport that his poor little sister nearly drowned. The following summer we spent with an Aunt on a farm out near Columbus, Ohio. My aunt had a white Spitz dog with a long coat of woolly hair, and that dog was the apple of her eye. Tyrone fund some cans of paint in the barn, and to help celebrate the Fourth of July he painted that poor dog, red, white and blue. It had to be shaved, any my aunt was in hysterics.

”Tyrone had a very vivid imagination when he was a child-except that we didn’t call it an imagination then-we called it fibbing. He was quite adept at it. Every day was April Fool’s day at the Powers. But in sort of self-protection I soon learned to detect when Tyrone was biffing. His face would be perfectly straight, but there would be a funny little quirk around his lips. Mother never could tell. But I always could. Even today when he is making up a beautiful whopper you can detect that quirk around his lips if you look closely.

”My brother always wanted to know the ‘Why?’ of everything. He would argue until he was blue in the face. But the minute you gave him a logical reason for something he accepted it without any further ado. He’s like that today. When we moved to Cincinnati and I started having dates he became a very protective brother. ‘Ann can’t go out with a boy until I know him well,’ he would say, being very big brotherly. He was always falling in love with my classmates at school and for years I played Farley for him and delivered his notes regularly every morning. He was very faithful, in his way, to his ‘girls,’ But the girl he seemed most excited about was one he never met. She used to come into the drug store there in Cincinnati, where he was jerking sodas during summer vacation, and other banana splits. He never knew her name, and he never dared speak to her, he was content to worship from afar. He has always been a very loyal friend, even as a small boy. He would loan the shirt off his back to a pal and think nothing about it.”

Tyrone has a grand habit, practically unique in the picture business, of remembering old friends. William Gallagher, his secretary, is a well-known friend of Ty’s lean days in New York. And another example of his loyalty is directed towards his stand-in and friend of his Cincinnati school days, Tommy Noonan. When there are trips to take and fun to be had Ty always sees to it that Bill and Tommy have a share in it. Annabella, fortunately, likes Bill and Tommy too.

”The best spanking Tyrone ever got,” said Ann, “was when he lined the car tracks back of the San Gabriel theatre with the dead electric bulbs from the footlights. During the most beautiful and spiritual scene in the play there suddenly arose a series of explosions which frightened the audience right out of their seats. Mother did a little paddling on his seat. And ever since then he has had the greatest respect for audiences.”

The worst trouble that Mrs. Power seemed to have with her young son was making him relax. She would make Ann and Ty remain sitting at the dinner table for fifteen minutes after a meal during which time she would combine a lesson in poise with one of diction. Ty, on of those nervous squirmers, found these fifteen minutes the hardest in his day’s routine. Today Ty still sits fro fifteen minutes, or more, at the dinner table after the coffee has been served. But it isn’t for the purpose of relaxing. It’s to show off his magic. He can make the silverware and the china do all sorts of mysterious tricks, and he never gets tired of amazing his guests. Annabella is the perfect wife. She never gives away the secret or kills a point.

The rumors are hot and heavy that the Powers are expecting their first heir in January. Ty has often said that he wants four sons. And he wants them early in life so he can have that companionship with his sons that he never had with his father. Well, I guess his “best friends” will rush to him now and warn him that he will lose his fan following if he becomes a father. But Ty, as usual, will refuse to worry about it. He still believes implicitly in the Twenty-Third Psalm.