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But when she didn’t have carpets, I'm sure it was all right to roll up the rug and dance, sister, dance! She won’t even pose around the tennis court — unlike June Allyson, who’ll give her home and her life’s blood, if it will make you happy. M iss Day has also developed a faraway manner that she didn’t have at the beginning. There was never a more forthright girl than this blonde ex-chubby-faced singer used to be. Her husband, Marty Melcher, is said to be the main spring behind the change in Doris. But I’m told that even he has trouble pinning her down to anything definite. Like when he said, “Let’s go to Yosemite.” Doris: “Uh huh.” Marty: “When shall we go?” Doris: “Oh, some day.” You can’t start too young to believe your publicity, apparently. There’s Joanne Gilbert. who was hailed as a new Judy Garland when she sang here at the Mocambo. I missed the first night, but after reading her great notices, I went the second. She was great for a girl of nineteen, but this was no Judy Garland. The impetus of the raves, however, propelled her to top money in top night clubs across the country. Maybe Joanne wasn’t sophisticated enough for New York. She didn’t pack the house there, and when she was asked to take a cut, she ducked out to her sunny screen career in California — leaving a couple of TV and radio commentators who had dates with her, with egg on their faces, and no Joanne on their show. Now Marlon Brando is quite different. He just sees no one. He believes he’s extremely logical with his excuse, “I’ll only talk with the legitimate press.” But he has never explained what he means by “illegitimate.” And his idea of fun is to get a mate for his revolting racoon. Or to call columnists and say, “I’ve just married Movita,” then hang up. And if the caller isn’t Marlon, then the hoaxter does an awfully good imitation of him. They say that winning an Oscar went to Gloria Grahame’s tousled blonde head. But I don’t think so. Gloria has always been vague. You talk to her and she’s miles and miles away. But she’s always grateful for good reviews without believing, “This is it, I don’t have to do any more.” But Gloria was confused, almost sick with the excitement of winning the gold statue. And when she came out of the spin, she called everyone who had complained, to apologize. How humble can you be? There’ve been lots of murmurs against the Monroe Doctrine — Marilyn’s that is — that she used to break her neck to be pleasant to everyone and doesn’t have time now. But if this blondeshell were to try to be nice to everyone who wants to be nice to her, she’d really have to be five people. Imagine, after “How to Marry a Millionaire,” Marilyn had eighty-seven interviews! Sure, she keeps everyone waiting on the set — that’s our Marilyn. She just can’t seem to get ready. But if she is more swelled since her success, it certainly isn’t in the head department. Britisher Dick Burton is another new star accused of taking it big. But he has a sense of humor, which can be a life and popularity saver. When a columnist wrote that he was wearing a bigger size in hats, he asked his wife to measure his head, and reported back to the tattler, “By golly. you’re right, my head has grown an inch!” • Gene Kelly has his detractors who say i he has always been snooty. But there’s a " difference between conceit and concentration on the job in hand. I’ve learned never to interrupt him on the set when he’s I setting up a scene. He just doesn’t see you. Anyway, I guess Gene can afford to be high-hat from now on in. He cleared half d a million dollars on his eighteen months' tax exemption abroad. Charlton Heston was friendlier the first I year, although I haven’t had too much to do with him at any time. He’s been busy jj and so have I. But some of the lady stars ! who spell their names in lesser lights, report that Charlton snubs them. They say >, he’s okay with top-notchers like Susan Hayward, but gets busy between scenes i when his co-star is of lesser calibre. I have to write as I find, and Dale Robertson has never been high-hat with me. i But others report differently. One day I’m going to sit down with Dale and try to find out what it’s all about — the repeated | rumors of marriage trouble and complaints of the press. Dale reportedly told his studio head he’d had too much publicity! If anything, Betty Grable has become more home-folksy since her success. She made the grade and she doesn’t have to impress anyone. She’s kept the same friends — her closest is still her hair I dresser. But she just can’t be bothered I with publicity or the press. This doesn’t ' mean a swelled head, and you can’t say »' she’s stupid, because she’s still collecting i $300,000 a year. Wouldn’t you love to be stupid like that? The other day, at Robert Stack’s cocktail party, I met David Lewin, movie critic for the London Daily Express, and asked him, “Why did the British go over g board for Danny Kaye at the Palladium?’ I “Because,” said David seriously, “he fol I lowed Mickey Rooney — whom the British didn’t like at all.” But Danny is reportedly not quite as popular with royalty these days. And you can trace it back to the time he posed for a photograph at the Cafe de Paris, with i his arm around the Duchess of Kent’s I chair. Unfortunately, she was in it, and that simply is not done in England, my ' dear. I guess Danny has learned that if I you can keep your head when all about you are losing theirs over royalty, you’ll remain more friendly with them. Tops, of course, in this kind of snobbism, is the son of that old swashbuckler, Douglas Fairbanks, Jr. When you phone his home in Kensington, I’m told, his butler answers, “Sir Douglas Fairbanks’ home,” even though the Court Register refers to our Doug as “Mr.” But you have to hand it to this Hollywood boy. He did get Queen Elizabeth and the Duke of Edinburgh to dine with him. But he too apparently lost his equilibrium in such exalted company, and allowed the news to seep into the press, causing dowagers to choke into their tea and crumpets. To get nearer home. I didn’t know Rosemary Clooney before she came to Hollywood, but when I met her at a Santa Monica beach home, she seemed a nice, average person whom you wouldn’t pick out in a crowd. Later I heard reports ol broken dates with irate reporters in Gotham. I can’t judge her too harshly on that score, because I broke a date with Rosey myself when I had laryngitis. She evened the score by cutting three with me! But it’s hard to understand why Miss Clooney dropped friend Jackie Sherman overboard, after her big hit at Paramount in “The Stars Are Singing.” Jackie, who has lots of money, was like a godmother