Photoplay (Jan-Jun 1953)

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friend isn’t a diamond. It’s someone who knows an extra man! to wait in line for her turn. So Aly’s temporary dash to her side was as welcome as rain in the desert. Joan Crawford marks time with men without complications, like Mel Dinelli and Cesar Romero. But she keeps a weather eye open all the time for a man she can call her own permanently. When Jo£m gives a p^u■ty, she makes sure of avoiding the usual three-gals-to-one-guy situation, by combing surroimding covmties to stock the stag line. When she gave a party recently for the Stanley Marcuses of Dallas, Joan sent as far as San Frcmcisco for good looking men. No wonder movie maidens scramble for invites to Joan’s swelegant soirees. Remember that joint party thrown by Gary Cooper and his so-called estranged wife, Rocky? Well, Mrs. Cooper, a real stickler for place cards and party protocol, scanned the invitation list and screamed, “Gary, for heaven’s sake, don’t you know any extra men?” The Coop was toiling at Warners at the time, so he checked all the men without wives at the studio — and came up with Steve Cochran. “I don’t know him,” hemmed Rocky, “but,” quickly, as Gary was crossing Steve off, “I’ll invite him. We need men.” So in came Steve, the night of the party, an hour late, and, as if that wasn’t enough, he had a doll on his arm — Ginger Rogers, no less. Rocky wished up another place card, but her man-woman, manwoman seating was completely ruined. And I haven’t heard of Mr. Cochran being invited again. Ginger, on again off again (Continued on page 80) 41