Little Girl, You’ve Had A Busy Day—Jill Victoria Selsman

My mommy is Carol Lynley, my daddy is a very busy publicist named Mike Selsman. And me? I’m Jill Victoria Selsman, born March 2, 1962. That makes me five months old—and what a time I’ve had. I haven’t one single complaint to make. My mommy is so pretty and so patient with me. She’s always there to take care of me, to change my diapers, to pick me up, to cuddle me, to love me. Daddy’s there, too, of course, but he’s not so good about diapering. Oh, I don’t mean he sticks me with a pin or anything like that—he just doesn’t have the knack. Mommy laughs at him and he pretends to be angry—but I can see him laughing to himself. Oh, Daddy’s read books on how to take care of me, but I think he has a mental block about it. I have checked with my friends and they say their fathers are the same. So you see, I really have absolutely no complaints. From morning till night I’m the queen of the house. I could take advantage of it like some of my friends do, but I don’t. If I must say so myself, I’m as good as gold. I was especially good the day the Photoplay photographer came to take my picture. I didn’t cry once. But I got a little tired while he was shooting Mommy and me, I yawned a big yawn. Everybody laughed and said, “Oh, how cute!” I loved it. I got pats and squeezes from so many people. It was wonderful. And now I have some news for you. My mommy hasn’t made a movie since I came into her life. The people at 20th didn’t like that very much because Mommy has a contract. Mommy kept saying that when she found the right script she’d go back to work. Well, she found the right script—a movie called “A Woman In July”—so she’s a working mother now. I have a very nice “nanny” who takes care of me during the day. She’s very good to me. And Mommy calls all the time to see if everything is okay. I’d tell her myself, but Daddy has this thing about germs—and they won’t let me near the phone. So I have to wait till she comes home at night to tell her. I tell her everything then, and she tells me everything. Because we love each other so very much!

It is a quote. PHOTOPLAY MAGAZINE SEPTEMBER 1962