Photoplay (Jul-Dec 1963)

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FROM A STOOL AT SCHWAB’S: SIDNEY SKOLSKY Big Shirley MacLaine would never slug me, she kisses me hello, even. “How do you feel about an actress punching a columnist when he writes something about her she doesn’t like?” This is the question that was put to me and a TV panel by the moderator, Dennis James. Of course, I answered that I didn’t feel good about it and I didn’t think actresses should go around punching columnists. I sure don’t want to be socked! Who does? Even prizefighters try to avoid being hit when they are in the ring. I was the only columnist on that TV panel of fifteen, and twelve out of the fifteen (including me) voted that an actress shouldn’t punch a columnist. I carefully looked over the three who had voted Yes, but I couldn’t figure out their angle. The whole question had come up because a few months ago, Shirley MacLaine had entered the office of columnist Mike Connolly, asked to see him, and after the customary “Hello,” let go with a roundhouse right. It landed solidly on Mike’s face, and Shirley took off with the speed of a jet, not waiting to see if Mike was floored, or giving him the opportunity to counter-attack if he so desired. All Shirley wanted was to punch Mike. Mission accomplished, she left. Later, after the television program, I gave much thought to this question, and had many more answers. For example, I’d much rather be punched by an actress than an actor. I’d rather be punched by Elizabeth Taylor than Richard Burton; by Joanne Woodward than Paul Newman; by Sandra Dee than Robert Mitchum. I have gotten along fine with Shirley MacLaine. In fact, she is one of my favorites. The only physical contact we’ve had was kissing each other, politely, when we meet. I look upon this as one of the great pleasures of meeting Shirley. I recalled when she had visited me at my office at Schwab’s, watched a little television with me and then gave me a piggy-back ride as we descended the flight of stairs which leads from my office to the store proper. A ( Continued on page 82) 26