Modern Screen magazine, September 1947
The gals of the Hollywood Women's Press Club were in a festive mood. It was their annual Christmas party, time to give the Golden Apples to the actor and actress who had been most helpful and cooperative during the year to writers who bring the stars' lives, loves, and scrapes to the pages of Modern Screen and elsewhere.
It'd been arranged to call them and an amplifier hook-up was set up so the Club could hear Dana and Joan accept the awards.
Club member and producer Harriet Parsons (daughter of Louella Parsons) had had her eye on Dana for years, as far back as "Swamp Water", "The Ox-Box Incident", even when he was an actor at the Pasadena Community Playhouse. Negotiations were now underway for him to star in "Memory of Love", produced by Parsons and Jack Gross.
Dore said to me, "Things look promising on the Andrews deal, but don't say anything to him yet. The contracts aren't signed."
So when I found myself sitting next to Dana at lunch, I began obediently talking about everything but what was closest to my heart, and then he said:
Rockets and twenty-one gun salutes started going off in my head.
I came out of that roseate glow with a four-alarm alarm. Here were all these press gals and writers around. Miraculously, what went in the gals' ears didn't come out their typewriters. They story held and when the proper time came Louella (Scoop) Parsons broke it. I didn't tell her, I was too busy getting those crossed fingers pried apart.
When Dana and I got down to business, talking over the part (he's a young composer, blinded by an accident and very bitter) I said:
I forgot, under the spell of the Andrews charm, that we weren't here to reminisce.
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