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"See it with someone you love very much”
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VERY
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A MOTION PICTURE FOR THE MILLIONS
INSIDE
Bob Stack took Evelyn Keyes to Awards. She used to go with “Champion” Kirk
( Continued from page 14) was a carefree kid, untouched by the fates and fame of Hollywood. She hadn’t changed outwardly since we last saw her, except her eyes were older, wiser and mirrored with memories. “Sometimes, even the one who loves a person the most can’t help him, if he doesn’t want to be helped,” we tried to reassure her. Wanda nodded her head knowingly.
Johnny on the Spot: Did you ever hear of Johnny Indrisano? This former fighter stages fight sequences for the movies. He trains the stars to look like Champs, instead of chumps. Johnny understands people, his helping hand is oversized. He’s a simple philosopher, he’s also an excellent cook. Recently, we saw him in the Hollywood Post Office. “Collecting your fan mail?” Cal kidded. He gave us a good grin. “Remember that scene in ‘The Bells of St. Mary’ where the nun put on boxing gloves?” (Could anyone ever forget it?) “Well,” he continued proudly, “I taught Ingrid Bergman how to defend herself, so I just mailed her a pair of miniature boxing gloves. Miss Bergman’s a great lady, with a wonderful sense of humor. She’ll get a great kick out of it!”
Hollywood Is: Confused by — the scarlet slipper-satin dress, smoke-colored stockings, black satin shoes with rhinestone straps (three on each ankle yet!), taffy-toned egg-beater hair-do worn by Joan Fontaine at Adrian’s fashion show . . . Gladdened by — the news that after fourteen years of illness, Mrs. Fred MacMurray’s operation at the Mayo Clinic, will make her a well woman . . . Saddened by — the rumor that Judy Garland, who sings so enchantingly at parties, must recuperate for a year, so she’ll be well enough to sing at the studio . . . Impressed by — the indifference of Joan Caulfield to those silly rumors that her head was “attached” to another body in ads exploiting “The Petty Girl” . . . Depressed by — the way producers search for new faces, while tried and true troupers
STUFF
. . . Douglas, who took Irene Wrightsman McEvoy, who used to go with Bob
like Una Merkel, Virginia Grey, Joan Lorring, Isabel Jewell (to name a few) are so missed by their public.
A Little from Lots: With still a year to go on her current contract, Audrey Totter asked for and received her release from M-G-M . . . The Rory Calhouns planning to hit the road in a personal appearance act. No longer under contract to David O. Selznick, ’tis whispered Rory’s option wasn’t renewed when he refused to forfeit a raise . . . According to inside information, they had to call that rugged individualist on the carpet and tell Mario Lanza to watch his language, especially when visitors are on the set . . . John Lund, failing to get himself “written out” of the “Irma” series and wondering if he’s stuck until “My Friend Irma Becomes a Grandmother.”
Gossip Has It That: Those weren’t words of love exchanged by Lana Turner and Bob Topping, the night she worked on location . . . That Joan Crawford’s next husband may be a talented director . . . That Phil Harris sometimes gets awfully angry at Alice Faye during those radio rehearsals . . . That the John Hodiaks have included space for a nursery in their current alterations . . . That the next Mrs. Zachary Scott will be the former Mrs. Louis Hayward . . . That friends are worried over the eventual outcome of the Gail Russell-Guy Madison reconciliation.
That Certain Party: This was party month in Hollywood and oh, my aching rhumba! The Tyrone Powers probably gave the gayest under a cellophane tent decorated with bobbing balloons. “Lovely Bunch of Cocoanuts” was the theme song played by the dance orchestra and Cal, being the bright type, was quick to catch on why. For each guest there was a real cocoanut, identified with his name burnt right into the bark. They were filled with lovely liquid, served with ( Continued on page 106)