TV Radio Mirror (Jan - Jun 1963)

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"I'M ALWAYS SATISFIED MOST WITH A BRAND THAT'S MADE A NAME FOR ITSELF" T V R 86 BRAND NAMES FOUNDATION INCORPORATED 292 Madison Avenue, New York 17, N. Y. Hair OFFtts Chin, Arms, Legs Now Happy! I had ugly superfluous hair . . . was unloved . . . discouraged. Tried many things . . . even razors. Nothing was satisfactory. Then I developed a simple, painless, inexpensive method. It has helped thousands win beauty, love, happiness. My FREE book, "What I Did About Superfluous Hair" explains method. Mailed in plain envelope. Also Trial Offer. Write Mme. Annette Lanzette, P. O. Box 4040, Merchandise Mart, Dept. 538, Chicago 54, 111, But not without experiencing great pain. The pain of reading things like this in the columns: "Now Carol Burnett Hamilton's big problem will be to hang onto what fans she can among those who resent an eight-child home being busted up." (It should be noted that, despite the much-publicized ill-feelings of Joe's family toward both the marriage and Carol herself, two of his daughters accompanied Carol to a party at Sardi's East in New York after watching her tape a TV special.) The pain of seeing letters like this printed in the newspapers: "I still can't figure out why Carol Burnett's new hushand did the 100-yard-dash to the microphone the night of the Emmy Awards and beat out his bride as if he were willing to knock her down and trample her underfoot to grab the mike and limelight first. . . . "In his position, having just unloaded his wife — mother of his eight children, including a baby — I'd have thought simple public relations should have indicated that he keep carefully in the shadows, out of sight and mind. . . . "It wasn't a pretty picture, but then, they haven't been interested in attractive public relations nor private opinions of them for some time. I have been a Carol Burnett admirer for several years, but somehow now there is an intangible lessening of my old very warm affection for her. and suddenly I realize all her grotesque tricks and resist them a little, as of the time I first read of their beatnik backstage 'love story' and pre-divorce intentions to marry." The pain of knowing that the baby she's carrying, the baby she wants so much ("I was so fantastically thrilled when the doctor said I was pregnant!") . will probably always be rejected by and be and outcast to Joe's family. But at least Carol, the relative amateur in the game of love, married the guy. At this moment, Liz Taylor, the expert at love, seems no closer to getting Richard Burton to pop the question than she was over a year ago when, back in Rome, he answered a reporter's question— "Are you going to marry Elizabeth Taylor?" — with one resounding word. "No!" In fact, some people have been nasty enough to ask whether, instead of Liz having a "consenting poodle" on the leash, Burton is actually a sly dog who is stringing her along. (Stringing her and Sybil along would be more accurate. Manufacturers are even talking about introducing a Richard Burton doll; it comes with two dolls on a string.) These skeptics point out that, while just ten years ago on the London stage Burton was earning $40.30 a week, today he has upped his asking price to $500,000 a film— with lots of takers. As Lloyd Shearer, quoting an official of the Hal Wallis organization (producing company for Burton's new movie, "Becket"), wrote bluntly, "His magnetism comes across footlights, but the camera has never been able to capture it. Now, thanks to Liz, the women in the audience are going to want to study this guy more carefully, to see if he's got bedroom eyes, to examine the sex appeal a little more closely. . . . This guy owes his new-found financial emi nence to Liz." Yet — and this may be the reason he keeps her interest — Burton's acting as if (in the words of Vaughn Meader) Liz Taylor is "nice to visit, but I wouldn't want to live there." "Not made for marriage" When asked by a reporter from the famous French weekly, Paris lei, "What do you think of her [Liz's] love life?" Burton replied oafishly, "She never had much luck. Besides Mike Todd and me, she never knew real men, if you know what I mean." (Hardly the loving sentiments of a husband-to-be.) On another occasion. Burton was equally ungallant when he stated, "I will never marry her. Love is the greatest thing on earth. But when it begins to die, you must seek another. Liz and I aren't made for marriage. Our love affair is what I call a true romance." (Hardly the words of a chap who's heading for the altar.) More recently, changeable Richard changed his mind again. To a reporter from the London Sketch, he said, "I want to marry Elizabeth and I will marry her. There have been all kinds of rumors but this is what is going to happen. No ifs. No buts. She wants to marry me. I want to marry her. ... I really love that girl. . . . You can see it. . . . When we are both free, I will marry her. . . . We are right for each other." To which Liz immediately added ecstatically, "I'm so happy that Richard has told you"; and to which columnist Hy Gardner supplied a footnote: "First sign that the Taylor-Burton idyll is c/ashing — his announcement that they would wed!" By the following morning, changeable Richard had changed his changed mind. Repudiating his "I will marry her" statement, he dismissed the whole thing as "just a joke" and insisted he'd been misquoted. "What actually happened was this," said Burton. "The newspapermen asked me, 'Is it true you both are getting married?' And I said, 'Yes, we are.' Then I added, 'but not to each other.' "It seems one must not make jokes on this subject." Yet, in a grisly way, it was funny — to almost everyone in the world but Liz. Walter Winchell's comment best summed up the public attitude toward Burton's double-talk: "One day Dickie says he wants Liz to be Mrs. Burton and the next day says that he doesn't. . . . Hmmmm, already treating her like a wife." But Richard wasn't content with playing fast and loose with his lady love's heart. He also had to lash out at the very source of her confidence — her beauty. "Elizabeth isn't particularly attractive physically, you know," he blurted out to newsman Peter Evans. "She has the shape of a Welsh village girl. Her legs are really quite stumpy. Her chest isn't anything extraordinary. . . ." (Hardly the feelings of a man who's determined to marry the girl; sounds more like he's trying awfully hard to get rid of her.)