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DATE BAIT
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EVEN though it's Leap Year, girls, I advise you to look first!
When I was in New York recently on a personal appearance tour, Editor Delight Evans asked me to tell about my Hollywood "dates." "Marilyn, you're one of the most-dated girls in the film colony," she said. "Why don't you give our readers the lowdown on dates andhow you feel about the many men you go out with — to the theater, night clubs, concerts and parties?"
"I'm afraid I'm out-dated, Delight," I said. "It's like Mark Twain's remark about the report of his death — the number of my dates is greatly exaggerated. If I lived to be a hundred, I couldn't possibly go out with the thousands I'm supposed to have been with."
There are several reasons for this. One is, I think, because the average Hollywood bystander is innocently nearsighted. A person sights a blonde in a theater or a restaurant and asks. "Who is she?" and the companion is very likely to say. "Oh, that's Marilyn Maxwell with so-and-so." It makes no difference that it might be Doris Day, Martha Vickers or Lady Mendl. They've said it and that makes it so. Another reason is due to press-agent dream-ups. A publicity man will have a handsome male client he wants to have seen with the current crop of glamor girls — so presto, date-o! — you read that you're being romanced by a dream boy you've only seen at fifty paces. Once, I stayed home playing cards with my mother all evening, only to pick up the paper the next morning and discover that I had been out on the town in seven different night spots with three men I had never even met! I'm still looking for that blurb-planter.
I think one of the most amusing examples occurred right while I was in New York, making an appearance at the Capitol Theater. My ex-husband, John Conte, and I are still very great friends. (Just because our marriage didn't pan out, doesn't mean that we glare at one another in public.) John was appearing in that wonderful Rodgers and Hammerstein musical, "Allegro," and doing such a terrific job I wanted to see the show. I called him to ask about tickets because I knew they were almost impossible to get. John obligingly arranged for me and my girl friend to get good seats for the
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