Word: actresses
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Born. To Ethel Barrymore Colt, 33, actress-singer daughter of great trouper Ethel Barrymore, and John R. Miglietta, fiftyish, American Republics Corp. executive: their first child, a son; in Manhattan. Name: John Drew. Weight...
...believed that there was in the human heart a greater and deeper emotion than the thing commonly called love." Its name: "Palship." One day, goodhearted Bill discovered a tuberculous Polish girl in a burlesque house, got her the leading role in a movie. She played it like the great actress she had always pined to be-and then collapsed. "Bill," she gasped, "have the bells [of my home town] rung for pop-and me. . . . [And] some little girls with white paper wings ... to stand by my coffin." Then she passed away-to the heavenly studio of "the Great Producer...
...court decided Mrs. Malcolmson had not misused any of the $20,000 Pappy had sent her to keep in trust for his three children by a previous marriage. Lucy Malcolmson broke into tears, switched to a joyous laugh. Gathering up his honey-haired new wife, ex-movie actress Frances Baker, Pappy limped glumly past Lucy, muttered, "Congratulations." Said Mrs. Boyington: "I hope you enjoyed the money." Said Lucy: "Sorry it had to happen...
Holiday in Mexico (MGM) stimulates the eye and ear, but gives the pulse and brain a good 127-minute rest. It is chiefly a lavish Technicolor showcase for the considerable singing talents of a freshfaced young actress named Jane Powell. Jane plays the adolescent daughter of the U.S. ambassador to Mexico (Walter Pidgeon). The plot relentlessly examines her kittenish romance with the British ambassador's young son (Roddy McDowall) and her schoolgirl crush on celebrated Pianist Jose Iturbi ( played by Jose Iturbi). Between times there are songs by Jane, songs by Ilona Massey (father Pidgeon's romantic interest...
...addresses a dictaphone. "I just love the sound of my own voice," she says. "I pour myself into it. I give everything. I change voices. I laugh. I cry. I suffer. Dear me, I can't stop writing. You know, I think I'm just a frustrated actress...