Modern Screen magazine, June 1947

Stephen Andrews, who is two years old and weighs all of 35 pounds, has the face of a cherub.  But as their very tactful maid puts it, "I've never seen a child with so much energy!"

One day, a while ago, Dana decided to take Stephen and Kathy out. They went over to Jimmy Kern's. Jimmy's a director at Warners. The Andrews used to live right next door to him, so they're old friends.

Dana and Jimmy sent Stephen, Kathy, and the Kern children upstairs to play while they talked. About twenty minutes later, there was a horrible crash.

Little Jean Kern's face appeared at the head of the stairs. "Stevie broke a lamp."
Stevie's face appeared beside hers. "I sorry."
"Okay," Jimmy said. "Don't do it any more."
They didn't hear another sound for maybe three minutes.

The treacherous thing about Stevie is that he has this disarming personality -- he smiles sweetly the whole time he's tearing the house down.
When Dana says, "What are you doing, Stephen?" he acts very innocent.
"Nothing," he says.   It's his stock answer.

The other kids, David and Kathy, took naps when they were little.  Dana sighs. "You think you can get him to take a nap?"
There's very little you can get him to do, when you come right down to it.

Kathy, on the other hand, is going through a lovely stage. She thinks her father is magnificent, the best person in the world, the only person worth passing the time of day with.

Her one big passion, besides Dana, is sailing. Dana has a skipper named Gus for his 80-foot ketch, "Vileehi," and between Gus and Kathy, it's love.

Gus is a big, burly guy;  Kathy's about the size of his head.    But when she marches up to him in her navy blue slacks and says, "I'm a good sailor," he melts.                                                          continue



 

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