It took nine tailors (1948)

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216 IT TOOK NINE TAILORS "My radio program is doing all right," Kay insisted. "Besides, they can't see my clothes over the radio." But finally he gave up. Dave and I beat him down until he agreed to go to Eddie Schmidt's with me and get fitted for three or four suits to use in the picture. I went with Johnny Gallupo, Schmidt's cutter, to superintend the final fitting. We hadn't started shooting yet, but Kay was recording the band numbers on the sound stage at RKO. He tried on the first suit and then went out to show it to the band. The boys looked it over, then Kay came back and reported that they didn't like it. "They don't like that suit!" I shouted. "Those North Carolina hillbillies! Have you noticed what they're wearing? I have devoted years to the study of clothes, and this man who has fitted you is one of the greatest designers in the world. Well-dressed men come from all over this country just to have him design their clothes. You have insulted a great artist." I guess he had, too. Johnny picked up the four suits in high dudgeon and walked out. He wouldn't come to the studio again. I had to pick the suits up and bring them to the studio myself. Kay wore them in the picture, but I don't think he or the band ever liked them. A year or so later, while I was doing a picture with Rita Hayworth and Fred Astaire called You Were Never Lovelier, the studio's publicity department released a story in which I selected my idea of the world's ten best-dressed men. When Kay saw the story in one of the movie columns, he sent me a telegram: my NAME IS NOT AMONG THE CHOSEN. YOU HAVE BROKEN MY HEART.