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The Funeral
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great crowd of three hundred fans ivho tvaited outside the chapel rrol Flynn's funeral behaved with decorum and respectful tribute.
Wiser men than 1 have puzzled over the workings of the mass mind. In other words, who knows what the public is going to do?
When six hundred people showed up for the funeral of Errol Flynn — only three hundred of them friends (inside the Chapel at Forest Lawn) and the others, fans and curious mourners — they behaved with such decorum and respectful tribute to the late great swashbuckling star, I couldn't help but recall another recent funeral.
At the funeral of Tyrone Power, who lived, breathed and died like a gentleman — a boisterous crowd behaved like hoodlums. They screamed and yelled, and tore flowers off the WTeaths to stick in their hair and brought box lunches to munch beside his grave. Hysteria marked the whole shocking proceedings.
Yet, the general deportment at the last rites for Errol — that gay scalawag — was as dignified as though a statesman was being laid to rest.
I'm not going into all the angles of Errol's death. The less said about the Aadland girl, the better.
I prefer to remember Errol as the gay charming, devilishly handsome man he was at the height of his stardom. He was a delightful friend, witty, well read, a fine conversationalist. He was also his own worst enemy.
The last time he came to town, he called me, as he always did. and we talked over the telephone. The papers were full of his arrival here with his "protege."
I remember I said to him, "Errol. I don't approve of you. But I like you — and I always will."
And I always will.
The Crosby Rift Is Healed
Had quite a nice talk with Bing Crosby who. the very next night, patched up his long standing feud with son Gary by dropping by the Moulin Rouge to catch the act of the Crosby Boys. I'm so glad this rift has been healed. It was so distressing and disillusioning to all the Crosby fans and friends.
Bing was happy, too, about his first little daughter, Mary Frances. He was every inch the proud father, bustin' his buttons with pride, when he told me, "She's the daintiest little doll you ever saw — such a little beauty and with the loveliest hands."
I have a feeling that not only will her famous dad spoil Missy Crosby, but so will those big brothers of hers. Lindsay, the youngest, stood up as godiather when Mary Frances was baptized and he presented her with a tiny cross of diamonds.
Bing thought his sons
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right are Philip, Lindsay, Gary (with his arm around his dad) , Bing and Dennis.
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