The Portrait Artist

We present my favorite husband a new series based on Isabelle Scott Roarik's gay sophisticated Mr. and Mrs. Cougar starring Lucille Ball with Richard Dining. Ten years ago the town's most eligible bachelor George Cougar married socially prominent Elizabeth Elliott. The lavish wedding kept the society columns all over the country in coffee for weeks.

The New Yorker said the bride and groom were dressed to the ink-degree smart. This man was a polo pony. The Hearst Papers said, the bride and groom were there handsomely in a tresting carbon from guest Douglas MacArthur. And the reader's digest said the bride and groom would rest. Well after the honeymoon George sold his

full opponent, bought a stylish suburban home, took the first job that came along, fifth vice president of a bank, and now the cool gods are just George and Liz, two people who live together and like it.

George says, when I married Liz, she didn't know a thing about keeping house. She couldn't cook, she couldn't sew, she couldn't clean. But later she overcame this lack of domesticity in a most ingenious manner.

Liz says, I got a maid. And now, let's take a peek at the koo-gut. It's early morning, and there's Muslim George at the breakfast table. But where's why it lives? Oh, there she is, upstairs in the bedroom with Katie the maid.

Well, this is certainly unusual. Liz is getting into a formal evening gown. Let me check again. Mm-hmm. The only five minutes after nine. Well, surely there's a reason for wearing an evening gown at this early hour.

Oh, just a little more, Katie. Can you get the zipper up now? Yes, ma'am. The zipper's out. Oh, how does it look, Katie? Would you consider it too slinky? There's hardly enough of it to tell.