Photoplay (Jul-Dec 1951)

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INSIDE STUFF Richard Widmark drops his tough role for a gentlemanly whirl around the dance 'floor. His partner? Mrs. W., of course! Enjoying the play from the side lines at Palm Springs Racquet Club Tennis Tournament are Frank Ross and wife Joan Caulfield (Continued from page 18) stopped by Cal’s table in the Paramount commissary. A little later we got his “message,” watching C. B. De Mille shoot a scene for “The Greatest Show on Earth.” The action called for a mongrel dog to lick Cornel affectionately on the hand. Poochie, it seems, was just too doggone bored to even try. They tempted him by smearing on sausage, then honey. Finally, the exasperated director barked for a canine star who would succumb to Cornel’s masculine charms. “Please let me try once more,” pleaded the prop man. He then proceeded to perfume the actor’s hand with a fragrant-sardine! This time the results were sensational. The last we saw of Cornel, he was still trying to shake the new love in his life— and we don’t mean Jean Wallace! A Little from Lots: The appearance together of Gary Cooper and Patricia Neal in Havana, made top topical conversation on Hollywood sound stages . . . Pity poor Nancy Olson, who was so embarrassed while making “Force of Arms.” Because she is “expecting,” the blonde beauty even had to dash out of love scenes, when illness overtook her . . . Betty Hutton, who should know, pi'edicts that Charlton Heston’s performance in “The Greatest Show on Earth” will make him the most sizzling sex boy on celluloid . . . Time marches on and Charles Boyer has now reached the age and stage where he can kid about the hairpiece he’s worn since he played great lovers. The fascinating Frenchman refers to his hirsute adornment as “My brain doily!” Rage in Hollywood: When the most co-operative and peace-loving actor in Hollywood wants to walk off the set, the reason has to be rigorous. Alan Ladd’s the lad. Charles Vidor’s the director, who also had trouble and a lawsuit at Columbia. The picture is “Rage of the Vulture” and the set is about as soothing as a quiet day in a boiler factory. Climax came when cameraman John Seitz (he photographed “Foreign Affair” and other great hits) was replaced. Alan, who has a sympathetic role and loves it, wasn’t getting along with Vidor and he was very pleased with Seitz and his work. Walking out would have cost him many thousands, but Alan was too indignant to care. However, when he realized the cost to the studio, he reconsidered. Now star and director speak only when it pertains to production. Bits and Pieces: Now that MacDonald Carey, Wendell Corey, and Mark Stevens are living on the same Beverly Hills block, they’re sharing the same swimming pool, tennis court, and lawn mower ... In between making records, appearing on radio and acting in “Aaron Slick from Punkin Crick,” Dinah Shore’s making all the curtains and cushions for their new Palm Springs home that George Montgomery is building by himself . . . Leave it to Corinne Calvet to be tres original. Anyone can paint on canvas, but the French filly is doing portraits on flagstone— but don’t you dare ask us why! Wedding Belle: Mrs. Marty Melcher finally came down to earth long enough to pour a spot of tea. However, Doris Day, wearing dungarees and moccasins, looked about as bride-like as a bobby soxer! “We didn’t want any fuss or chichi,” she grinned. “So one day Marty just casually called while I was covering a sofa. ‘Let’s do it,’ he said. I dressed, we dashed over to the Burbank City Hall five minutes from this house. Two photographers magically appeared, so we grabbed them for witnesses. My gold wedding ring looks like a miniature belt with holes and a tongue buckle. But someone had changed the size and Marty had to stop and readjust it before he could slip it on. It broke me up completely! After the ceremony we drove home again.” Doris sighed ecstatically. No, Cal didn’t ask her if she ever got that sofa covered! NEW TYPE DEODORANT! • NO MUSS • NO FUSS • NO DRIP • NO WASTE {Ot C fittest afi-Uttte^Aade d°lsCettted fete’s VO^sWoe^der, ^fets soo*^a ta\cttt«^pIi\ SW" Because it's in STICK FORM vde 1fieU5 . js. t *se ^ <“6’ -£>o' iVjet Slowed CHERAMY p 21