Tuesday, June 30, 2009
It now can be told that Arlene Dah's departure from the Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer fold was something more than her yen to make her marriage with Lex Barker work! She had been sticking her beautiful tongue at the studio since no musicals were assigned to her as a follow-up to "Three Little Words." So Arlene up and said three little words to her bosses. You figure them out!-- Overheard in Hollywood, 1951
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Monday, June 29, 2009
One of the gags around Hollywood for a long time was that Farley
Granger would never marry Shelley Winters because he didn't want to
give up his one-room bachelor diggings in Laurel Canyon. And we're
beginning to think there's a lot of truth in the story.
It's strictly a man's hideout, of course, and maybe some of you
girls wouldn't like the casual air of the place -- casual meaning
comfortable, man-style, with magazines strewn around haphazardly,
records piled up on the phonograph, and an all-around atmosphere of
being actively lived.
Farley, who was working on "Strangers on a Train" at the time,
refused to comment when we asked him if this would be home for him
and Shelley Winters after their marriage. He just looked at us for a
long moment, smiled, and said: "How do you like my paintings?"
-- Motion Picture and Television Magazine, 1951
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Sunday, June 28, 2009
Here is a genial, handsome, uncomplicated guy who is actually so complicated that no one, including George Nader can figure him out. As a result, girls like Dani Crayne, Barbara Rush and Martha Hyer find that attention from Nader builds up to an awful let-down. Dani, especially, was tagged as the future Mrs. George Nader. But as the marriage rumors began, the romance ended. Nader is one of the most likeable guys in town. But, we think, he still likes his cats better than he likes most people.-- Carl York's Gossip of Hollywood, Photoplay 1957
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Dear Miss Davis:
I am twenty years old and have a sister seventeen. My parents died a few years ago and I support both of us.
This is the problem: She imagines herself to be in love with John Payne. She has our rooms full of pictures of him until I can't bear the sight of his face. She has covered all our relatives' pictures with a picture of him. She never misses a movie he is in and lately has been spending everything she earns on magazines in which there is a picture of him.
I find her sitting in front of the mirror acting as if he were there. She pretends she is his girl friend and even his wife. She doesn't go out with any other boys -- she just moons over him.
This has gone on for a year now. Can you tell me what I can do to end this silly infatuation. I've tried taking her to see other stars, but she still holds on to him.
Yours in disgust,
-- Jeanne W.
Dear Miss W:
You have signed yourself "yours in disgust" and I think perhaps that is the whole trouble. It is possible your ridicule of your sister's devotion for Mr. Payne only incites her further, out of stubborness. If this situation really worries you, why not rave about Mr. Payne even more than she does and pin up twice as many pictures? This shouldn't be too much of a trial as Mr. Payne is a very attractive man.
It is certainly far healthier for your sister to admire a man of Mr. Payne's caliber, who is remote from her, than a boy she could see all the time. Her admiration of Mr. Payne will probably make her fussier about any beau she eventually chooses.
-- Bette Davis
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Saturday, June 27, 2009
"I think necking is dangerous. You can have just as much fun with a bunch as you can have alone with a boy. When you get older and fall madly in love with someone you'll be sorry if you've been on the unfastidious side. What's more, necking can become a habit so that it doesn't matter who the man is." -- DOROTHY LAMOUR
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