“Personally I Like a Guy Who Shaves,” Soap Opera Digest, October 7, 1986

 By Michael Logan Mary Beth Evans is the kind of gal who’d drop everything, move two thousand miles and set up housekeeping with a guy she’d only dated twice. It’s not really as trashy as it sounds.  Evans did wind up marrying the guy and her impulsive, impetuous escape from Los Angeles to Chicago didn’t involve a whole lot of sacrifice.  When romance called, all the would-be actress had to her name was a beat-up car, a barren beach apartment flooded with sea water, and ninety bucks.  Her best friend and roommate, Carrie, who’d been supporting them both by waitressing in a pie house, probably didn’t put up a squawk, either.  “If I hadn’t been drowning,” she laughs, “I might have said to him, ‘Why don’t we just write for a couple of months?’ ” Love, you see, may have blossomed in the Windy City but Evans withered.  She didn’t know a soul and, with Schwartz’s nose permanently buried in his medical school textbooks, Mary Beth recalls, “At first it was like playing house.  Then the reality set in.”  The Pasadena-born performer lost her enthusiasm for acting, turning to waiting tables in a local dive and battled Chicago’s 80 degree below zero wind chill factor.  The town’s get-up-and-go attitude didn’t thrill her, either.  Says Evans, “Everybody there is trying to achieve, achieve, achieve and if you’re not high-pressured and...

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