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Above: That Doris DayMarty Melcher divorce talk seems to have subsided — for good — I hope. They’re inseparable these days, and a husband and wife should be if they want their marriage to work in this crazy town of ours.
The feud between Joan Crawford and Bette Davis was only an undercurrent during the making of “Baby Jane,” but Oscar night it came to the surface. Half the town was certain Bette would win her third Oscar. Joan was betting on Anne Bancroft or Geraldine Page. Before she left New York, she very sweetly arranged to pick up the Oscar in case either won. She showed up at the theater in a gown of crystal dewdrops from shoulders to feet, highlighted by the largest diamond clip she owns — and she owns plenty. Backstage, she installed two Pepsi coolers, and had her dressing room stocked with champagne, Scotch, and bourbon, along with cheese, crackers, etc. She held open house for the press. Then came the electric announcement of best actress. When Max Schell
announced, “Anne Bancroft,” the camera flashed to Joan. She wore the biggest, broadest smile on record. Joan clutched the Oscar in her hand.
The next day, a bitter friend of Bette’s said, “I cringed as I * watched.” But I say you’ve got to hand it to Crawford. If there’s a star in this town with better showmanship, you name her.
Joel McCrea sold a thousand acres of his San Fernando Valley ranch for a paltry three million. It didn’t exactly leave him cramped for space — he has six hundred and fifty acres left.
Below: Fabulous Marlene
Dietrich had the world talking about her when she helped out at a Paris circus for charity. Other actresses dressed glamorously, but grandma Dietrich dressed as a circus boy and stole the show from the glamour gals.
Diana Hyland, the cool blonde who’s playing Mrs. Norman Vincent Peale in her first picture, aims to be the female Marlon Brando. I met Diana’s lovely mother in Cleveland, so I asked Diana in for an interview. She’s about as informative as a Secret Service agent. She gave out with a flat yes or no to my questions until I asked if she had gone to the Academy Awards. “Why should I,” she shrugged. “It’s like the Emmy. If you spend $2000 for promotion you can get a nomination.”
Well, I just hope Miss Hyland has lots and lots of talent, she’s sure going to need it.
Richard Chamberlain was more than a strong arm to Clara Ray at her Beverly Hilton opening. He helped her out by singing a duet — all about love. But when asked when they would marry, he said, “We both have our careers to think about.”
Fred Astaire pooh-poohs romance with, “I’m too busy — I don’t need it. I’m a very happy fellow.” I thought for a while Barrie Chase might change his mind, but she didn’t. He did go up to Las Vegas when she opened there, and she was darned good. After all, she had the great master to teach her.
Sheila Connolly came up with a unique reason for divorcing Guy Madison. She claimed, “He was so devoted to practicing with his bow and arrow that he paid no attention to his family.”
That’s all the news under my hat now. See you next month.
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