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Party for "Portrait in Black-and Blue
If ever a beauty was created for triumphs and troubles, it's Lana Turner.
What started out to be her only happy "party" night since the latest heartaches over Cheryl — the premiere of Portrait in Black followed by producer Ross Hunter's swank party at Romanoff's — turned into another "black" headline for Lana. Frankly, it was just a pushing skirmish between her escort, the man in her life these days, Fred May, and a well-known columnist.
May, smouldering over what he considered unfavorable comments about his love, kept yelling, "I love this girl — I love her." Well, anyway — now we know his real feelings.
Lana burst into tears asking Fred why he had done it— all of which wound up in print as a "fight" almost equally exciting as the Ingemar Johansson-Patterson brawl.
But before all this -it had been one of the most glamorous and star-studded social events in months. There were so many beauties in lovely summer gowns dancing every dance in the ornate Crown Room you hardly knew
where to look first.
Lana, a portrait in pale pink, was on everyone's tongue the way she keeps her blonde beauty both on and off the screen. Early in the evening she had seemed so happy dancing cheek to cheek with the good-looking, handsome young May.
At our table sat two outstanding lovelies, the dark, exotic Anna Kashfi (the ex-Mrs. Marlon Brando was producer Hunter's date) and blonde, lovely Dina Merrill.
You so seldom see Loretta Young at a party that she caught every eye dancing with her brother-in-law Ricardo Montalban and her favorite designer, Jean Louis. Loretta's gown was a floor length smokycolored chiffon which swirled and flowed around her slender figure as she twirled.
Doris Day, her hair swept into a smooth "beehive" around her head and wearing an Oriental-type white gown and coat, laughed when I accused her of suddenly becoming a social butterfly. "Not really," she protested, "Marty (her ever lovin' husband, Marty Melcher) just comes down to our tennis court and gets the hook to make me go out. He thinks I should. But left to my own devices, I'd play tennis, have dinner early looking at TV, and
go to bed every night at ten!"
Redheaded Janet Blair, usually so conservative, caused a few surprised gasps of admiration from the males, by a long dress but just a little above the knee, " — the most daring I've ever owned," she admitted.
Jane Powell, another going sophisticated these evenings, was in short red strapless taffeta, still looking "cute" (she'll hate me for saying that). I never before realized how witty and amusing Pat Nerney, her husband, is. I sat between Pat and Ross Hunter and they certainly kept the conversation lively.
Despite gossip that he is madly in love with Kipp Hamilton, Efrem Zimbalist came "stag." Susan Kohner wasn't with her "steady" either. George Hamilton was out of town so Susan's escort was Jim Shelton.
Ringsiding at the candle-lit tables with centerpieces of pink roses and peonies were the Robert Taylors; George Nader with Pat McCullogh; the Robert Cummings. the Vincent Prices; Craig Stevens and Alexis Smith, the Art Linkletters, the Charles Coburns, Zsa Zsa Gabor and Bundy Solt, Jeanne Crain and Paul Brinkman, the Ronnie Reagans — truly a star turnout.
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