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Here and There: Ginger Rogers, so charmingly evasive with the press, has now hired herself a personal press agent. Who knows, maybe her next revolutionary step will be to cut that magnificent mane. . . . Ronald Reagan and Nancy Davis sipping a champagne ice cream soda at Wil Wright’s new Vine St. emporium . . . Tarzan and his partner dancing on a dime at Ciro’s or, in other words, Lex Barker and Arlene Dahl never looked lovelier.
Baby Talk: “Why did you and Mar tha name your new son Ted?” Cal asked Mickey Rooney, who was serving cigars in the Hollywood Brown Derby. “Because we liked it,” he answered— and we can’t think of a better reason . . . John Derek’s respect for motherhood now practically borders on reverence. While his new son Russell (named after his best friend, cameraman Russ Harlan) struggled into the world via Caesarian section, John never left his beloved Patti’s side. “It was an amazing ex
perience,” he said when we called to congratulate him. Curiosity got the best of us. “What was your first thought when you saw your son?'' John started to laugh. “I kept saying to myself — why he has a real nose!” . . . Cal wishes those politicians who attack Hollywood could have heard Eleanor Parker when we talked to her. “Were you disappointed when little Susan didn’t get a baby brother?” we inquired. “Don’t be silly,” was the reply. “We adore Sharon and there’s still plenty of time. Bert and I expect to have five.”
All Brides Are Beautiful: And Joan
Caulfield was no exception when she married Frank Ross in Beverly Hills. Cal had never seen Joan looking so radiant, and little wonder . . . 1950 was Joan’s year. She married the man of her choice, her career flourished with “The Petty Girl” and Columbia offered her a long term contract. The ex-Mrs. Ross (Jean Arthur) also is glowing. Five days before Frank’s wedding to Joan, she opened on Broad
way as Peter Pan to receive the greatest ovation of her career.
Dis-a and Data: The one and only Clark Gable evidently takes his picture titles seriously. Just before he started “To Please a Lady,” he personally selected an Adrian designed wardrobe for his adored Sylvia After twenty-four ambitious Hollywood years, every picture Joan Cra vford makes is still the “first” one. The day she started “The Lady of the House,” she arrived at the studio at 7 a. m. and at 4 p. m. they finally shot her first scene. Mused producer Bill Dozier, “Joan reminded me of a race horse that had been locked too long in the stable” . . . Pity poor Rory Calhoun. He loves little pig sausages and he can’t eat them on his Ojai ranch because they’re made from the little pigs the soft-hearted guy raised himself ... “I wanted a scar that’s made in America,” Cesar Romero told Cal when he called to say he was in the hospital for an appendectomy before leaving to make “Happy Go