Word: boye
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...Stanley Kubrick's new film Barry Lyndon where I play Marisa Berenson's son, Lord Bullingdon. I was very upset when I saw my picture in TIME with Marisa with another boy's name there. I am so disappointed because it is such a beautiful picture...
Ritual pairings of the sexes seem less obligatory. Many hostesses no longer worry about having equal numbers of men and women at a dinner party. It is regarded as awkward, if not rude, to pair men and women at such occasions or to insist on "boy-girl" seating at the table. The 19th century after-dinner protocol of sexual segregation-at least where initiated by men-has long been fading. Such formality persists in some Washington circles. But last August, when she was asked to "join the ladies" after dinner at a party given by Averell Harriman, Washington Post Reporter...
...lawyer and a private detective and persuaded the New York Times to look into the case. Last week a story by Times Reporter John Corry detailed Reilly's movements on the fatal night. According to various witnesses (not all of whom, inexplicably, were called at the trial), the boy left a church meeting at about 9:40, dropped off a friend at 9:45, then made the five-minute drive to his own home where he says he found his mother's body. Her neck had been nearly cut through; she had other stab wounds; three ribs...
Died. Arthur Treacher, 81, English-born actor and archetype of the snooty butler; of heart disease; in Manhasset, N.Y. Treacher's first stage roles ranged from chorus boy to tragedian, but by the mid-'30s Hollywood had irrevocably type-cast him. While playing a conventionally polite butler in 1933, Treacher caught a director's attention with his acidly arch remarks. The character was hastily changed, and from then on, in dozens of movies, stage roles, and TV shows, Treacher perfected the persona of a cranky, bored, snobbishly insubordinate manservant...
...told me he was going to do Lear. He asked if I could give him any advice. I said, "Yes, I can, you fat, old s.o.b. [pronounced sob]. You have a large estate in Norfolk. I've seen it, not that you ever invited me to it, dear boy. I was catty. You have a large estate with an extensive hillside. Every morning I want you to climb that hillside, and shout out the lines." Well, he didn't do that, and he was absolutely no good...