Coral Gables Historical Archive
The Coral Gables Times
Thursday, December 6, 1962, page 56 (of 66)
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STOP WINDOW DRAFTS
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Opportunities for Men who Build
Civil engineers, heavy equipment operators, carpenters, masons—men who know how to build roads, bridges, houses, cities: there are opportunities for you in the Peace Corps. Your skills can help new nations build toward a better future. Write for information today. PEACE CORPS Washington 25, D. C. Published as a public service in coop-eration with The Advertising Council
TAHITI ADVENTURE
Explore Galapagos, Pitcairn, Easter, South Seas, etc. aboard ex. Vanderbilt Yacht PIONEER (world's largest schooner). Applications now accepted for share expense guests and crew. Illustrated booklet. Also 10 day voyages to West Indies & Bahamas from $175. Capt. Mike Burke, P. O. Box 1051, Dept. 69, Miami Beach 39, Florida. WINDJAMMER CRUISES
IF I LIVED IN WHITEFISH BAY...
BY HERMIONE GINGOLD WHITEFISH BAY is in Wisconsin, right on Lake Michigan, and 20 minutes from Milwaukee. I picked it because I love whitefish, smoked, with dill and mayonnaise. And also because I love cats, and there are so many of them there that they passed a law declaring that Whitefish cats must be in control at all times—but wisely added that it was up to the local police to decide what was meant by control. I'd have my little Yorkshire terrier, Mr. Pudding, living with me. There would be elms on my front lawn, but no flowers because the front of the house should be green. There'd be a big library, the way there was in my house in London, with a south window, so Mr. Pudding could sleep there in the sun on late autumn afternoons. Out in the back I'd have a garden with rose trees, and marigolds and masses of lilies, and there'd be a herb bed near the kitchen steps with chives and tarragon and parsley and basil and dill and mint, and I'd have a fine big barbecue, too. I expect I should be alone a good bit in Whitefish Bay. My two sons are grown up now and on their own, as they should be. I've been married twice, of course, but divorced twice, too. But I like being alone. Being alone gives me time for writing. I only write when I feel like it—mostly in bed. I adore my bed. So far, I've managed to turn out some short stories and articles and two books, and I have another book which Lippincott is bringing out this winter. It is called "Sirens Should Be Seen and Not Heard." They told me it was the worst spelled and the worst-punctuated manuscript they had ever seen in all their publishing experience, and I told them I didn't mind a bit, as long as I'd set a record. If I was alone I could settle down, for instance, in that big library after tea, with Mr. Pudding hunting under the sofa for his bone, and then I'd get out my gros point and get on with the rug I'm making—I find it very relaxing—and, every now and then, I suppose, I'd think. Mostly about the theater. Nobody in my family was ever on the stage, but from the time I was a little girl, I've never wanted to do anything else. I began as a straight actress and had the luck to have a training of Shakespeare repertory. Then I was cast as a comedienne in "Sweet and Low," and I have been doing mostly comedy ever since. Sometimes in these grim times it's difficult to make people laugh, but it's wonderful when it happens. I was brought up by a very Victorian, strict Mama. I still don't drink or smoke. When I'm depressed, I eat a chocolate bar. If something catastrophic happens, get me an eclair. I have a theory that men like plump women, anyway. The gros point would be getting along by now—and my eyes beginning to ache—so I'd put it away and take Mr. Pudding out for a stroll along the lake front before dinner. The water would be still in the dusk, and perhaps a cat would join us, a black cat, left over from halloween and under no one's control. In England, they still call me "the witch," and when Mike Wallace interviewed me on his midnight show, the first thing he said was, "You are one, aren't you?" I used to be, I admitted, but I've kicked the habit. Though sometimes I get a twinge for the good old days when anyone who said anything bad about me woke up the next morning to find toads in his or her bed. Considering I have never yet been in Whitefish Bay, it may seem strange that I know so well what I would do there. But you see, it's exactly what I do now between rehearsals, or performances, at home in New York. Outside my big reading room there's a roof, 16 stories above the street, where I grow roses and marigolds and masses of lilies. There is a herb garden near the kitchen and a barbecue, too, and I do my needlepoint of an afternoon, and there's only one difference worth mentioning. New York is where my work is, when it's not in Hollywood. And home is where your work is—or within commuting distance! You've seen her as "Gigi's" grandmother— head witch in "Bell, Book and Candle" —mayor's wife in "The Music Man." Here she is as herself PHOTOGRAPH BY FRIEDMAN-ABELES 26 Suburbia Today, December 1962