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'Mm Dnimhier Grace Kellv' Jan. 26. 1956 my iuugnrer, vrrate ixeny ST. LOUIS POST-DISPATCH TheN ew Films By Mylei Standish How Grace and Prince Became Engaged Star's Mother Tells of Breath-Taking Events That Led to Official Announcement Grim Drama ef a Drug Addict Contract Bridge By Josephine Culbertson IN "THE MAN WITH THE GOLDEN ARM." at LOEWS STATE THEATER, producer-director Otto Preminger comei up with second film which he is distributing (through United Artists) in defiance of the Motion Picture Production Code which refused to give him seal of approval because it violates the code restriction against portraying the use of narcotics. (Preminger made "The Moon Is Blue," a frothy sex comedy, in 1953, which was also shown without a seal.) This study of a drug addict is replete with the sordid, sleazy atmosphere of a IT IS OFTEN excusable to bid a hand optimistically, but only if the dcclarer-to-be is a good cardplayer.

In the deal below North's aggressiveness was particularly unwise because his parner who would have to play the hand was obviously none too skillful. KQ VA965 KQ AK974 lik. JT -A NORTH 10763 VK42 AR43 105 4.193 7 J10652 4QJ83 SOUTH PRINCE RAINIER AND GRACE KELLY. A COUPLE IN LOVE. MR.

AND MRS. JOHN B. KELLY WITH FATHER J. FRANCIS TUCKER, LEFT, SPIRITUAL ADVISER TO PRINCE RAINIER III OF MONACO. IT WAS FATHER TUCKER WHO FIRST TOLD MR.

KELLY THAT THE PRINCE WANTED TO MARRY THEIR DAUGHTER, GRACE. shoddy Chicago neighborhood. Besides its hero, Frankie Machine (Frank Sinatra), a professional poker dealer who is returning to his old haunts from the Federal narcotics hospital at Lexington where he "kicked the habit," it features these characters: Frankie's neurotic wife (Eleanor Parker) who has pretended for three years to be paralyzed and confined to a wheel chair because of an Injury ne suffered when Frankie was drunk and smashed his car she seeks to hold her husband by her whining martyrdom; Frankie's real love, the girl downstairs (Kim Novak), a B-girl in a trip-teas cllpjoint, whose big heart mothers men her current boy-friend is a hopeless alcoholic; Schwiefka (Richard Strauss), the shady proprietor of the poker game, who Is determined to make the expert Frankie return as dealer at all costs; Louie (Darren McGavin), the flashy, brutal dope pusher; Sparrow (Arnold Stang), a bird-like little man who lives by petty thievery and worships Frankie; assorted gamblers, bums, barflies, hangers-on and tough cops. Preminger, working on a good screenplay by Walter Newman and Lewis Meltzer, has made this ugly atmosphere throb with life. His people are real, not stereotypes.

Their emotions, their conflicts, their dealings and schemes, their adaptation to their mean environment, are intriguing and gripping. They may be contemptible or pitiable, but they're understandable and three-dimensional. The weak truggles of Frankie against resuming the habit, his self-delusion that he can get out of himself and his surroundings and become a professional jazz drummer, are pitiful In the face of the crafty baiting by the dope-pusher. All the cast is excellent, but here especially are two vital performances by Sinatra and McGavin. The only weak point, dramatically, in this grim and compelling slice of life, is the ending.

It is too pat, a too obvious seeking of a happy way out for Frankie, when his wife admits the murder of the dope peddler and hurls herself off a balcony to her death. It is intimated that Frankie, relieved of his unhappy burden, and finding new understanding with his night club girl, will successfully fight off the habit and lead a new life, a bit too slickly optimistic an outlook for a weak man. The ending of the Nelson Algren novel from which this was adapted, with Frankie dying in agony in a flop-house, was much more logical. As to the question of Preminger's making the film in defiance of the code, I think its substance shows the need of revising the code to allow more leeway on the subject of drugs. Certainly there is nothing in the film which glorifies or encourages the use of narcotics; to the contrary, the picturing of the sweating tremors Frankie undergoes when in need of a "fix," and the agonies he endures when trying a "cold turkey" cure (suddenly cutting off the drug) are vivid and impressive pictures of the evils of the habit.

The subject has been used as the theme of a current stage hit, a recent television show, and is widely discussed in the press, so an ironclad restriction against it in films eems overly narrow. Alan Runs According to Form In "HELL ON FRISCO BAY," at the FOX, Alan Ladd wears that old private-eye trenchcoat again, and, as a detective who has just finished a five-year stretch for manslaughter in San Quentin. He is tight-lipped and deadly as aA542 VQJ1083 e97 62 North East Snuth West 1 Pass IV Pass 4N.T. Pass 5 Pass 6f Pass Pass Pass To repeat, North had to take a rather rosy view of South's heart response to assume that there would be a fair play for a slam. However, as the cards lay.

North's optimism should have been rewarded and would have been if South had played the cards competently. West opened the aee of diamonds, took a good look at the dummy, and then shifted to a spade. The queen won, and probably with the twin objects of establishing clubs and returning to his own hand for a trump finesse, South cashed the top clubs, then ruffed a third round with the heart queen. West gratefully overruffed, and there went the slam. After losing the first trick to the diamond ace.

South could see very plainly that success depended on finessing successfully for the missing king of trumps. Lacking four trumps, he could not harbor any substantial hope of dropping the king. It should have been equally apparent that the early lead of three rounds of clubs would be dangerous, perhaps setting up an overruff position for the. enemy. Thus, the markedly correct play was to overtake dummy's spade queen with the ace at the second trick and immediately to finesse for the heart king.

Observe that with the heart king on-side, South could afford to lead three rounds of hearts and still establish the club suit if the latter broke as well as 4-2 since he would still have ture, one thing Is certain. Our entire family the crazy Kellys of Philadelphia, as we are sometimes called will be behind her. This was reiterated by my husband in a recent letter he wrote to Grace in Hollywood. "Let me say. Princess," his letter concluded, "that if ever you have two empty seats in your royal galley, your father and your brother, Kell, stand ready to fill them and furthermore, we'll bring our own oars." The pressure for facts and pictures of Grace has been overpowering, and I have dared to attempt to co-operate and satisfy the demand with these intimate stories, with the hope also of setting straight many false rumors.

It is my sincere request now that these two young people-Grace and her Prince be permitted their privilege of privacy, so they can lead happy, normal lives and assume their responsibilities with comfort and happiness. Their romance Is a beautiful love story, and with God's blessing and everyone's co-operation and understanding, I am sure we will truthfully say some day "and they were married and lived happily ever after." THE END right with my husband and me. Our only desire is for them to do what they wish what will make them happiest. Also, I'm hoping for many grandchildren. The e-gasques, Prince Rainier's subjects, are looking for an heir to his throne if he and Grace should be childless, the country will revert to France through the terms of an old treaty.

That would be too bad for Monaco, but it would be just as sorrowful for the Kelly family. AS a mother and housewife, it's going to take me some time to get used to the idea of being the mother of a Princess. My feelings at the moment are enjoyably confused, but a few things have emerged during the past two weeks. First, I am glad that my daughter has at last found the man she loves and wants to marry. Second, a less personal factor, I am proud for another reason.

As a screen star, Gracie has been a kind of cultural ambassador of good will, Now, as the wife of a foreign ruler, she will be presented with a concrete opportunity to show the people of other lands what our customs and democratic institutions mean. She can be a wonderful living example of what we In this country are and what we believe. In a way, her story is an affirmation of the American dream. If Gracie can mar worth as much as $20,000,000 another matter that ought to be clarified. My husband has done well in the bricklaying and construction and other businesses, a fact of which he and I are both proud.

He started out as an apprentice bricklayer, and today his company is engaged for big jobs in every section of the country. But the stories of our "wealth" are exaggerated. And if Jack were a billionaire, I doubt that he would feel that a dowry was altogether in keeping with the American tradition. There will be no dowry. That fact was established in the conversation my husband had with Father Tucker at the Austin home.

My daughters Peggy and Lizann and their husbands and my son. Jack and his wife, all came down to New Jersey to an ice hockey game that night. My husband and I and the Austins also attended, and during intermission I gathered my children together and told them that Grace and the Prince had definitely decided that day that they were to be married and that we had given our consent. Everyone was thrilled, of course. Peggy, the family humorist, who is known for her casual habits of dress (she almost never wears stockings, and wears shoes only when it's unavoidable), said, "Grace marrying a Prince! I guess that makes me the barefoot contessa!" By Mrs.

John B. Kelly (As Told to Richard Gehman) Fifth and last article of a series on Grace Kelly, her life and romances, as told by her mother. A MONTH ago, if a Hollywood agent had gone to any one of Grace Kelly's movie directors and offered the story of our daughter's courtship by Prince Rainier IJI of Monaco, exactly as it happened, the director would have laughed the agent right out of the office. No one was closer to the young people than Grace's father, the Prince's spiritual adviser, Father J. Francis Tucker, and I.

Yet all three of us are still catching our breath. It happened so swiftly, I can readily understand why some people might view it skeptically as nothing but a public relations hoax pulled off by the M.G.M. press department. The press agents at M.G.M. are resourceful, I'll admit, but nothing they've ever planned and executed could compare to the true story of how Grace and the Prince fell in love.

It began happening on Christmas night, when the Prince visited our house for the first time and renewed the acquaintance which had begun in the spring of 1955 when Grace visited him at his palace in Monaco. He stayed overnight at our home that Christmas night, he and his personal physician, Dr. Donat. The next morning, Grace and the Prince drove out into the country together for lunch while Dr. Donat went back to Wilmington, where he and the Prince and Father Tucker were staying.

The Prince later joined them, as Grace already had made a dinner appointment for that evening with a favorite Philadelphia family before she knew the Prince would be with us. The following day, he and Dr. Donat returned. This time, they and Grace and my daughter Peggy all went to lunch at the Philadelphia Country Club, and that evening, along with Peggy's husband George Davis, went over to Lizann's apartment for a family dinner (Liz-ann is my youngest child). two trumps for ruffing.

'Copyright. 1956. Mn. John B. Kelly'i royalties for this series of articles are being sent in entirety to the.

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GRAND at CHOUTEAU together, and made notes. It was amusing to me, after the story broke, to read that virtually every last columnist in New York was taking credit for having broken the story first. Nobody broke the story first because nobody knew until it was officially announced. My husband and I knew, of course. On Christmas Monday, after the Prince had gone back to Wilmington and Grace had kept her dinner appointment she had come home fairly early and had sat down in my room with her father and me.

Speaking to us of the sudden rush of emotion she had experienced when the Prince came to call, she held to my hand as she had when she was a little girl. It was then that I knew she was going to accept him if he asked her. He and Grace went everywhere together, enjoying themselves, seeing friends they had in common but it was not until Thursday morning, Dec. 29, that I knew the Prince was planning to make her his Princess. "Mother," Gracie said on the telephone to me, "I'm very much in love." That was it.

I immediately put in a call to Father Tucker, in Wilmington. "Father," I said, "I believe our young people are very serious. Won't you come to Philadelphia and have a talk with Jack and me?" "The Prince already has asked me to come to New York," Father Tucker said, "and I will see you Saturday at the Austins' house in Margate." (Mr. and Mrs. Russell Austin are old friends of our family.) He kept his appointment, had a long and serious talk with my husband, and everything was then settled.

Needless to say, I was in a high state 'of excitement. Any mother gets excited when her daughter is about to announce her engagement, but when a Prince is involved, the turmoil is It has been reported In the newspapers that the Prince formally asked my husband for Grace's hand, and that my husband gave him a short lecture on the seriousness of marriage as the Kelly family sees it. This is not so. What actually went on was this: Father Tucker formally notified my husband that the Prince wished to marry Grace. My husband said, "You know, Father Tucker, a title does not impress us.

The only thing my wife and I are interested in is the happiness of our daughter." The Father spent good deal of time telling Jack about the Prince's family background and character. He assured us that the Prince was of the nobility not only In birth but in deed and in character. It was settled. We called the happy couple on the telephone and gave our consent and blessing. WHEN Grace marries Rainier, how much will the dowry be? That is only one of scores of questions we have been asked since the engagement was announced.

The question makes us laugh. It implies that we are in a position to settle a fantastic sum upon our daughter, and it also assumes that some sort of dowry is required. These things should be set straight. It has been reported that my husband is World's largest Selling Aspirin for Children ADVERTISEMENT "I never saw anything like it!" CHAPMAN'S SPECIAL FOR JANUARY DUTCH APPLE ICE CREAM TWO "OlD" FASHION FAYOBITCZ AS A "NEW" FASHION TRtAT PERFECTLY 3k enough to make an audience gasp. But the knowing ones said, wait, he's just holding his fire.

Sure enough, in the next reel Alan explodes. Five punches from little tough-man Alan have the same brutish thug whimpering for mercy. From then on, Alan runs according to form kicking guns out of killers' hands, dodging bullets, socking the vice-lord's nephew in the breadbasket and half drowning him to make him talk, bearding the waterfront fishing racketeer in his lair, curtly rebuffing the overtures of Joanne Dru, as his estranged wife, for a reconciliation. Edward G. Robinson is back in business, too, as the racketeer, callous, crude and avaricious a pretty good performance.

But before he and Alan meet for the final showdown, the various killings are becoming a little monotonous when the story line begins to burn out, another murder is tossed on the fire like a log to keep it going. But the story smokes and sputters more often than not; It never breaks into a bright, hard blaze of excitement. wonderful!" DELICIOUS The Two Red Hearts Tell Yo Where to Buy! Epicures By Christopher Billopp THAT was the Tuesday after Christmas. That night, the Prince and the doctor again went back to Wilmington, but they were on hand bright and early Wednesday morning, bag and baggage, to drive Grace back to her apartment in New York. She had to go there to confer with her agent about some contractual matter and to take singing lessons in preparation for "High Society," the movie she currently is making with Bing Crosby and Frank Sinatra.

In New York, Grace joined her secretary-companion in her Fifth avenue apartment and the Prince went off to stay at River House with friends. Describing the next few days, Grace said to me, "Mother, I had the best time I've ever had in my life!" They behaved not like Prince and movie queen, but like any young couple falling in love. They went out to dinner, to the theater, and to supper clubs for dancing. Several columnists saw them mum WE all laughed, but I must say, at that point, we were laughing over the smallest sally. Yet it was still hard for me to grasp.

I said to my husband many times, "Our last child is leaving pur home," but as I sa' the words it was as though I still could not quite fathom their true meaning. Then Jack, with the usual Kelly wit, replied, "Mother, we're sold out." The following Tuesday I went to New York to be with Gracie, to see what I could do to help. She gave a small dinner in her apartment for the Prince, her agent, Jay Kanter, and his wife, her lawyer, Henry Jaffee, and me, and at that time we settled upon the time of the formal an-nouncement. Grace chose Thursday, two days away. We at length decided upon a lunch, and it was arranged that we would announce the engagement then.

It was to be announced simultaneously in Monaco by the court of Rainier III. But we were all so excited, nobody remembered that Monaco time is about five hours earlier than our time and so, calamitously enough, the news was out long before we expected it. Still, we managed to maintain some order at the lunch, which we held in the Philadelphia Country Club. There was only a small number of guests. We were totally unprepared for the pandemonium that broke loose when we returned to our house.

I've never seen such a crowd of press people in my life! They mobbed us and the public reaction has been going on ever since. We've had our telephone number changed twice since that day. Yet, somehow, people have managed to get it, and we've had all sorts of strange calls ever since. And the letters! I've had two secretaries trying to answer them all. One man even wrote and said that Jack ought to run for President.

Through it all, Grace has remained calm. At the press conference, she was her pleasant, retiring self. There was a difference in her behavior, however, that I believe I was the only one who noticed. Whenever she looked at her Prince or her ring a lovely ring, by the way, of intertwined diamonds and rubies (red and white are the colors of Monaco) her feelings took possession of her face. She really looked like girl who had found her Prince.

"Mother, I never knew I could be so happy," she said to me, time and again. So it happened and now, except for the wedding plans, it all has been arranged. Despite all the reports from various sources, no definite plans have been made for the wedding. The date has not been decided, and the time has not yet been determined. But whatever the young people decide will be all HERE'S A HOG-WILD BIG 'J' SPECIAL! BRAND NEW 1956 CHEVROLET, 150 2-DOOR SEDAN WITH FULL FRONT AND BACK SEATS, DIRECTIONAL SIGNALS, OIL BATH AIR CLEANER.

ETC. (NOT A BUSINESS COUPE) OFF THE RECORD By Ed Reed EPICURES are authorities on food and drink. They have made a study of them. They have collected recipes from all the civilized countries in the world. They talk of sour cream and tarragon vinegar and bay leaves and thyme and garlic and marjoram and rosemary.

They cook their fish in wine. They saute ingredients before mixing them together and they "fold in" the whites of eggs. They walk miles to pick up just the sort of bread to go with what they cook or to find some rare item that can be gotten nowhere else in town. They broil their meats over charcoal made only from the proper kinds of wood. They have a masterly touch in their baking, knowing just how many minutes to cook in a hot oven and how many more to cook under a slow fire.

They have no doubts about what should be served Icy cold, or slightly chilled or at room temperature, and they know what to do with truffles. Given a few days' time they can plan and serve a meal characteristic of Russia, Turkey, Patagonia, Baghdad, Vienna, Madrid or Outer Mongolia. It Is a privilege to be invited to the home of an epicure and to partake of the rare food and drink. It is an education to ask him how he does it and to get his directions down to the last detail, even though not too much of what Is said can be remembered. Certainly, it would be impossible to do what the epicure has done.

Yes, it is a privilege which also presents a problem. For what ordinary person would have the courage to repay the obligation by inviting the epicure to sit down to pot roast in one's own home? CHRISTOPHER BILLOPP. Try and Stop Me By Bennett Ctrf HARRY TRUMAN likes to tell about the time visitor called on his mother just a few weeks after he had been inaugurated as President. "My, but you must be proud of your boy Harry!" gushed the visitor. "Of course I am," said Mrs.

Truman, "but I've got another son just as fine right out there in that field plowing." HENRY MORGAN knows one ostentatious millionaire who has added so many wings to his ranch house that "every winter it flies South." TAX INCLUDED DELIVERED AT JAMES CHEVROLET 2D (3RCGSEB IBM VeCTrt It 1 "COMI ON. HARRY, IT'S MY TURN TO REST." II i tAjm.