For some reason, when making must see Halloween movies lists it seems that everyone overlooks /  ignores one of the best and cute horror comedies - the 1953 flick Scared Stiff with Dean Martin, Jerry Lewis and the forever beautiful Lizabeth Scott. I still remember this movie and the day my folks brought home the VHS. It was my first horror film, i was like 7 or 8.

LUCILLE BALL, shown in the wedding scene from M-G-M's "The Long, Long Trailer," and Desi Arnaz are TV's first situation comedy stars to essay a full length movie.

Lucy's first step was to talk Desi into the idea of honeymooning in a trailer.

They looked over the folder and picked out the one they wanted, a real beauty.

PAULETTE GODDARD, once voted possessor of the most beautiful body in the world, is noted in Hollywood as a person whose legal astuteness matches her figure. Her quiet-and effective divorce from two former husbands, Charles Chaplin and Burgess Meredith, which caught the film town napping, added to her reputation as an independent, completely self-assured person.

Hollywood was ready to bet its last swimming pool the gorgeous Goddard could take care of any legal situation in which she was involved.

Now it wonders if she is so sure of herself after all. It is because she is doubting whether her Cuernavaca divorce from her third spouse, Broadway star Burgess Meredith, obtained four long years ago, was strictly on the up-and-up.

Paulette raised the doubt in New York when she recently filed a countersuit in Supreme Court to Meredith's legal demand for a 50-50 split of the $400,000 of folding money she is said to have earned in California during the five years they were married.

If she wins her action and her divorce is ruled illegal, she will sue Meredith for a new divorce this time in the United States-and name Broadway dancer, blonde Kaja Sundsten, whom he married in 1950.

The legal situation has for many observers the complications of a French "problem play," but it also has the distinction of an unusually provocative personality in its leading feminine role.

"Buzz" Meredith, in his new courtroom role, contends that the shapely Goddard doesn't have a leg to stand on so far as the validity of the Mexican divorce was concerned, because she "took too long to make up her mind about challenging it."

If the Supreme Court rules in her favor and that Meredith can be "legally stopped" from claiming half her California property, Paulette may quit America and live abroad.

Reports continue that the actress is planning to divide her future residence between London, Paris and Switzer- land with occasional visits to New York and Hollywood.

Paulette Goddard, Hollywood remembers, always did like to travel. The film town recalls that she took Chaplin as her second husband in far-off Canton while on a trip around the world. Of course, this time Paulette's desire to live in Europe could be prompted by the fact that Erich Maria Remarque, the well-known author with whom her name has been linked romantically, resides there.

WHILE Michael was in England and I was in Hollywood, he painted a portrait of me from a photo- graph. The picture hangs in our baby's room, and I love it. Now I shall paint a word-portrait of him:

"He is six-foot-one in height; he weighs around 165 pounds. His eyes are blue, an aqua-blue, my favorite color; his hair is brown with a little gray in it-let's call it salt-and-pepper. He's very muscular; I don't mean muscle-bound, but strong and lithe.

He has the world's most marvelous disposition. I must be a very trying person to live with, at times, but Michael never lets me feel that I am. I never flare out at people, but once I let fly at Michael. That was when I came home completely exhausted, knowing we both still had all our packing to do for our trip to England, a thousand nagging errands, and 36 hours before our plane took off. There was Michael in his bathing suit, lying quietly beside the pool.

"Oh, Michael-with all we have to do!" I reproached him. That angel-man gave me a sympathetic smile, jumped up, kissed me and agreed with everything I said so heartily that I found myself laughing.

As to clothes, he's the casual type. He loves bluejeans, sports shirts that hang outside, sports jackets, slacks. He hates to put on a dinner jacket, a dress shirt and a black tie. I tell him it's no more trouble to put on a dress shirt than any other kind, and what's so terrible about a dinner jacket? But it's a mental thing with Michael. He thinks he can't tie a bow tie, and that formal clothes are uncomfortable. But when I ask him to, the darling struggles into them, even if he doesn't like it.

Naturally, I dress for Michael. He never goes with me to shop; it wouldn't interest him and he'd be embar- rassed; but if I am uncertain whether or not he'll like a dress, I send it home on approval and show it to him. If he doesn't like it, he says so, honestly, and I return it, because, after all, he is the man I wish to please. But if I am really mad for a dress and he says "No," he'll see that I'm disappointed. "Keep it if you like," he'll say, "you are the one who has to wear it." If I keep it, I never put it on when I'm with him.

The first time I saw Michael, I was working with Robert Taylor in a picture we made in England. Michael was doing a film on the same lot. I thought him divine and chased him all over the studio. 

"YOU HEAR a lot about the movies-much of it good, a lot of it bad. But movies have been good enough for me-and movies will be good enough for my children."

This simple and direct statement of one of Hollywood's most simple and direct stars characterizes much of Alan Ladd's sane and sincere philosophy. Like any parent, who wants the best for his

offspring, Alan could pay no better tribute to the vocation he chose for himself than that he would like them to follow in his own footsteps! Yes, those words tell a lot about Alan Ladd-a man who can achieve the top in Hollywood, stay at the top for ten years with no slightest sign of dropping in popularity, and come through all the hurly-burly of filmdom-the fantastic, jittery, up-and-down maelstrom- and still be gracious and grateful enough to say "Hollywood has been very good to me!"

So many other stars have dimmed and vanished like candles in a wind. What is there about Alan Ladd that rises above the rest? He'd tell you himself: I never let it get me!

To the Ladds-because to think of Alan is to include Sue Carol as a matter of course Hollywood and the making of pictures is a business, and they've treated it as such.

They never went overboard. Not in any way. Life is simple, and based on the fundamentals that matter whether you live in California, New York or Europe. In homes all over the world, the father goes to work every day, the mother takes care of the house and the children. The Ladds have never seen any reason why life in Hollywood should be different. Alan Ladd goes to work at a studio; Sue Carol Ladd plans the dinner, does the marketing, manages the routine of her children, and makes home a pleasant place for a tired husband. "Everyone has always tossed a lot of words around when it comes to Sue Carol and her place in Alan's life," says one friend.

The truth of the matter is that he says she made him what he is- but she says she's just a consultant.

GINA LOLLOBRIGIDA'S Roman countrymen call her a poem in motion. The French call her 5'5", fully- packed figure a chef d'oeuvre, a work of art. A young Russian-and to this day nobody knows how he managed to smuggle the letter through the Iron Curtain-wrote "Tzina" Lollobrigida the following: "Siberia is very cold. I long to come to sunny Italy to make your acquaintance. In your presence, I am sure I will never again be cold even in the most freezing temperatures." A 65-year-old Swede, Ernest Lindstrom by name, walked most of the way from Sweden to meet Gina. He made this statement upon his arrival in Rome. "I came to Italy to meet her because I saw her in a picture and for me she is the most beautiful woman in the world. If necessary, I would walk half- way around this globe to be in the same room with her. I must marry her."

Fans from many parts of the world call her "The Golden Bosom" for splendidly-obvious reasons. The Rome Daily American refers to her as "sort of a moving version of a historical novel's book jacket." And a Dutch critic, under the kind of extreme emotional duress which often results in a heart attack, ended his praise of her charms with the following comment: "Here is an incomparable package of glorious womanhood. Gina has the urgent physical appeal of Marilyn Monroe, Rita Hayworth and the late Jean Harlow combined with the flawless beauty of a Hedy Lamarr."

Fortunately for 150 million Americans, particularly the masculine half of the population, this tantalizing Roman dish of potent anatomical force, already considered Europe's Queen of Perfect Pulchritude, will be paying our shores a visit around the first of the year. Luscious new star of the Italian cinema, Gina is probably the most perfectly formed creature Europe has ogled since Aphrodite. Her challenge for the title of Number One International Pin-Up Girl is a formidable one. In the six years since this Roman tidbit was chosen Miss Italy, she has become one of Europe's biggest box-office attractions. Having won the French equivalent of the Oscar for the best 1952 performance by a foreign actress, she must be able to act as well as radiate heat. Millions of fans are clamoring for more and more of this fabulous new product Italy is exporting for the edification of filmgoers in every part of the world.

I AM NOT a happy man unless I love someone. To love and be loved in return-I believe is the most important thing in life. Personal relationships, when they are successful and complete, have to come first. Before everything. Even a career."

Not so long ago, it was in these enlightened words that Lex Barker, whose playing of Tarzan off the screen in dress clothes often reflects much of the character of his role in the films, explained his dread of solitude in the sea of humanity. The statement followed his whirlwind courtship and marriage to Lana Turner.

What did Miss Turner have to say in response to this eloquent and obviously sincere analysis of the inner working of his mental and physical make-up? She was, with typical Lana candor, equally explicit and revealing: "Lex, I think, is the kind of man I have wanted for a long time. I know him to be sincere, kind, generous to a degree, and never without a sympathetic ear for someone else's problems and worries. And what woman today hasn't always a problem of some kind?

"Unlike other men I have known," Lana goes on, "Lex shows that he isn't always thinking of himself. . . but that he is always ready and eager with advice and help whenever and wherever it's needed."

All this, of course, sounds like an ideal relationship. Lana loves Lex, Lex loves Lana. Lana understands Lex. Lex understands Lana.

WILL glamourous Gene Tierney be the next American bride of Moslem Prince Aly Khan?

Is the exotically beautiful screen star, famed as Hollywood's best-dressed woman, destined to move upward-in rank-from a countess to a princess?

According to European indications, it is as certain as the blue of the Mediterranean or the black and red of the roulette wheels at Monte Carlo. Aly and Gene have been inseparable for months. As far back as last January Paris believed their marriage was imminent. When last Spring she began to sport a diamond ring which Aly put on her finger, bets were even laid concerning the date of the altar march. Any day now is the word along the boulevards and on the Riviera. However, announcement of marriage plans has been put off "for a while," it was said, because the Aga Khan, Aly's fabulously wealthy father, does not want his son to marry too soon after his much-publicized marital break-up with Rita Hayworth.

The French, the English, the Swiss; yes, and the Americans, too- those in Hollywood especially-are confident Gene could and would make a brilliant go of a marriage with Aly.

Why? Because Gene Tierney has always wanted to be a princess. What is more, Aly is convinced she not only is to the manor-born, but to the manner-bred. She has the cultural, the chic and swanky and social background for the role.

Her full name for more than ten years was Countess Gene Eliza Taylor Tierney Loiewski-Cassini. She was formerly the wife of Count Oleg Loiewski-Cassini, noted Hollywood and New York dress designer and suave scion of the Italian-Russian nobility.

I ONCE tried to get a man back when a romance blew up. And of all the tricky problems to handle, this is one that is potentially loaded with dynamite-for the future.

Of course, this happened when I was in high school. I had fallen for the campus idol, the most indemand man at school. I can still remember how very breezy I felt when he asked me for the first date.

But then came the break-up-and all because a boy with whom I had gone out before came by to see me. My campus idol happened to see him come to the house and got mad. I wanted to explain the situation and try to get him back, but I knew I had to be very cagey.

Since I had never believed in calling a man, I made no attempt to reach him by phone. Instead, I made it a point to be where I knew he would be. Yet, I wasn't obvious about it because any man hates to feel he's being chased. I tried to be quite normal. I, at the same time, dressed as well as I could and was as attractive as possible.

I finally did meet him. I explained that I hadn't invited the boy over and that I was sorry he had misunderstood. By this time he had mellowed sufficiently to be able to listen to me logically, and we started going together again.

This was my one and only experience in trying to get a man back, but it did teach me a lot. Not that I'm there- fore setting myself up as a final authority on the subject. I'm certainly not. My business is being an actress in such pictures as "Prince Valiant." I am consequently merely stating what my beliefs are on the subject-and if they happen to be applicable-well, that's fine.

When I wanted to get this man back I made one mis- take I didn't ask myself if it was right for us to be together again or not. I wasn't thinking of much else except that I wanted to go out with him again. If this had happened to me later, I'm sure I would have asked myself a lot more questions before making any move. And I think these questions are ones any girl should ask before setting out to win back any man.

HOLLYWOOD doesn't like Doris Day because she's become such a perfectionist that, in dealing with others, she's prone to expect perfection, too. Waitresses in the studio commissary find her difficult to please. She'll send food back to the kitchen because, "it isn't cooked properly." Sometimes she sniffs suspiciously and asks, "Are you sure it's fresh?"

Her clothes sense is good, but she has such definite likes and dislikes it frustrates fashion experts when they try to create something original for her. Once she says "no" there's little hope of dissuading her. She's such a meticulous housewife, her standards challenge the servant situation. As one departing domestic put it: "Miss Day is nice to know and difficult to work for. She even finds dust-where there ain't no dust!"

Hairdressers, make-up artists, wardrobe women and her set crews believe she's changed. Director Michael Curtiz, who discovered her, believes she's changed. "Hollywood is filled with ungratefuls," generalized the man who gave Doris her big break in "Romance On The High Seas." Recently he wanted her for "The Jazz Singer," but she refused the role. So instead of remaining friends, they became "friendly"-and Peggy Lee played the part.

She was easy-going, cooperative and skeptical of no one when she first arrived in Hollywood. Life to her was one long irresponsible ball. According to co-workers, she's gradually grown contradictory, provocative and inconsistent. She's the one who makes or breaks the rules. Her rules.

Esther uses no double for her thrilling water ski scenes in "Easy To Love," filmed at the famous Cypress Gardens in Florida.

MANY singers who sign movie contracts are never cast in singing roles, many dancers do everything but dance, but not so with swimmer Esther Williams. She's had an unbroken success of swimming roles ever since she started making movies, back in 1942, in one of Mickey Rooney's Andy Hardy comedies. Moviegoers have enjoyed seeing beautiful Esther so much in her water routines that her studio, MGM, simply can't omit a swimming sequence, no matter what the plot of the picture, without causing an uproarious avalanche of criticism from fans and exhibitors. "Easy To Love," Esther's latest Technicolor musical, again features her in a spectacular water routine. But, as always, there's a newness to it and you feel as if never before have you seen this aqua queen perform, beauty in action being ever delightful to behold.

"I CAN'T help but smile when I hear about my lonely way of life," said luscious Debra Paget, who's no longer the quiet little mouse she was. "I could fill dozens of hope chests with all the unfounded stories and items about my dateless nights . . . my family apron strings my lack of a romantic interest .

"It gets upsetting to have others decide what your hopes and dreams are; actually giving the answers for you. For a change, I'd like to speak up for myself.

"I do not live a lonely, dateless life!

"I am not unhappy. Do you realize there are 10 of us in the family who live at home? Ten! The other night when we gave a birthday party for my brother, Frank, the walls really bulged.

"How can you be frustrated and desolate with such a madcap bunch around? Honestly, you should hear my father snort when he reads some of those items that describe my cloistered home life. 'Wonder what Debra Paget they're describing?' he grins. 'Couldn't be my little girl!'"

You begin to understand her father's point of view when you consider "silent, sheltered" Debra's favorite after-dinner sport is wrestling!

"We have five television sets at home," she explained, "because no two of us like the same program. When we do get together in the living room, I love to try out some new wrestling hold I've seen on my nearest victim."

The other evening it was her brother, Frank, who received the latest version of a half-Nelson. The two were having a great time rolling on the floor, when Deb's head suddenly connected with the new wrought- iron coffee table.

"Oh!" gasped Frank all a-twitter, "did we hurt the table?"

There's definitely no special star treatment for Debra. "How could there be? We're all actors. We really need a system with such a large family; that's why we each have certain household chores whether we're working or not. Everybody pitches in and does her share.

"Mother or my older sister, Tela, take turns cooking, while I always draw the short straw and wind up wash- ing the dishes. But I'm taking care of that. Whenever I do the shopping, I always come home prepared with paper plates and cups. That saves an hour of doing the dishes!"

Seems giving a party, Paget style, doesn't demand a lot of planning.

"Some member of the family is always bringing home friends, so we just keep the freezer stocked with ice cream, syrups and whipped cream," she confided.

"ACTUALLY shudder when I read those 'she's ruled with an iron rod' stories," she continued. "I don't know of any 19-year-old who could have more freedom and is so urged to make her own decisions.

"Everyone seems to pick on the idea that mother accompanies me everywhere. Well, I'd like to explain that once and for all. My mother grew up in show business. She knows acting like most people do their own face. I like her to be on the set with me. It makes me feel assured that she's not only rooting for me, but is handy to point out some deeper meaning in a dramatic scene than is at first visible. Some stars have drama coaches or secretaries constantly with them, so what's so strange about mother being with me? After all, who would have my best interests more at heart than she?"

Debra paused for a moment and then smiled, "Well now, I didn't have any idea of getting on a soapbox." Her laugh was easy and relaxed. "It's just such a welcome change to speak for myself, instead of reading what others say I do."

When Deb's at home, there's no end to the whirligig of things to do.

"What really turned into a project was fixing the play- room. It runs the length of the house. Mother and I gave that floor seven complete waxings until it graduated from a boy's room to a ballroom.

ANY WOMAN can be fascinating by studying her responsiveness to life. After watching how well Julia Adams is doing in Hollywood, I'm fully convinced she's been aware of that all along. But there is more to her than the gayety of youth and a hint of true sophistication.

For one thing her beauty is real. She is someone who doesn't have to be artificial or flamboyant to be definitely all woman. Her big hazel eyes animatedly disclose an amazing range of feelings. Her lips reveal generosity, humor and character. Her hair has a soft sheen and still is its original warm brown shade. She wouldn't dream of whacking it off to seem boyish. A willowy-five-feet-six, she weighs a teasing hundred and twenty and her all-around distribution is an exciting improvement on the Venus de Milo. Her walk is especially graceful, to put it mildly.

Her voice is velvety and woos the ear because she decided to obtain a clear enunciation and shun shrillness or a monotonous tone like poison. She's at home with herself because she wouldn't be swayed from making the most of her potentialities. And she isn't provincial because Hollywood is her headquarters. Thanks to her studio, she's been sent on numerous personal appearances in key cities and besides living up to all expectations she's squeezed in a lot of sight- seeing that has expanded her own outlook.