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Hollywood’s been so partyhappy, Roz Russell (with me below) moaned, “I’m so tired going out every night, I’m about to drop. But if I stayed home I might miss something.” For my money the best shindig of all was the one producer Bob Enders and Ben Silberstein, of the Beverly Hills Hotel, threw to kick off my book, “The Whole Truth and Nothing But.” I’ll admit I wasn’t sure how many stars would show, especially if they’d read my little essay on some characters that inhabit this town — but lo and behold they all showed, and the ladies all dressed to the teeth. It was an
evening to remember, certainly.
Ethel Merman was there before I arrived. Then in swept Martha Raye in a bright red dress with a chinchilla coat to her ankles: “It took me thirty years of hard work and sweat to get it,” crowed Martha, “but it’s all mine!” Her escort was Richard Deacon of the “Dick Van Dyke Show.”
Fellow authoress Bette Davis was the belle of the ball. Gardner McKay, complete with black beard, brought me a souvenir from his South American adventure — a baby shark’s tooth for my charm bracelet.
Hugh O’Brian came with Nancy Sinatra. He’s taking singing and dancing lessons for a Broadway musical. Later he told me: “There are thousands of girls but very few ladies. Nancy’s one of ’em.” That she is!
Above: There’s miles of publicity about the Troy Donahue and Suzanne Pleshette marriage plans, but she claims it’s not about to happen. “He’s charming and I’m fond of him but we’re both too busy with our careers.” When an actress gives you a line like that you can usually expect anything — but I must say that I believe Suzanne.
Talk about missing the boat — Olivia deHavilland is a prize winner! During World War II a friend asked if he could bring three attractive Navy officers to her house for tea. Sure, said Livvy, who prepared cucumber and watercress sandwiches, gave them a lovely tea, was the perfect hostess. Half an hour after they left, one of the young men called to invite her to dinner. She was recovering from a romance with a well-known director at the time and turned him down. But when her old friend Ludwig Bemelmans phoned to ask her to dinner, she went. First one she saw when they entered Romanoff’s was the
young lieutenant. You guessed it — his name — John Fitzgerald Kennedy. “There’s a connection here somewhere but I don’t know what it is,” laughs Livvy. “My daughter’s governess is named Jacqueline Bouvier.”
Lana Turner and Fred May are seeing more of each other since their divorce than they did when they were married.
Carroll Baker’s madder than a wet hen over the ads for “Station 6 — Sahara.” She absolutely refused to pose in the nude, but somebody slyly pasted Carroll’s face on another nude body, passed it off as the real thing and used it to advertise the picture. She aims to sue if they don’t cease and desist.
Above: What happens when two great beauties get together at the same European fete? Seme times one checks on the other. Here Gina Lollobrigida gives Grace Kelly the once-over, while Her Serene Highness seems serenely unaware of the inspection. By the way, TV proved it: Rainier hath charm.
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