Word: brooklyn
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Seated at the piano was a trim, severe-eyed, V-chinned brunette. She had majored in music at Brooklyn College, had taught piano, worked in a music publishing house, written a few unpublished songs. That day, hoping to get on at the Keynote, she had left a job demonstrating soups in a grocery. Although grimly serious and painfully shy, she bristled with ideas for musical-comedy numbers. Her name was Sylvia Fine...
Sunday Night Varieties closed after one night, but it unwittingly fostered a new success: Danny and Sylvia. The next summer, working together at Camp Tamiment in the Catskills, they really discovered each other. They found that they had lived on the same street in Brooklyn, gone to the same schools, known the same people. (The dentist Danny had worked for as a kid turned out to be Sylvia's father, Dr. Samuel Fine.) They found that Sylvia's lyrics suited Danny, and that Danny's scatting inspired Sylvia. The following winter, they were married...
...best cinema nor the best Kaye. They mixed some old and new numbers by Sylvia with some old and older tricks by Goldwyn. But they had some wonderful, isolated Kaye routines (Bali Boogie, Lobby Song) and they were smash box office. Kaye's new picture, The Kid from Brooklyn, a remake of Harold Lloyd's The Milky Way, is due for release in mid-April...
Apart from the theater, his greatest interest is surgery. Whenever he has time and a doctor's permission, he watches delicate operations in Manhattan or Hollywood hospitals. For more active relaxation, he plays golf (in the low 80s) or travels with the Brooklyn Dodgers. A close friend of Leo Durocher, the Bums' manager, he was the Lip's battery mate on a U.S.O. tour to the Orient. Periodically, Kaye frets about his health-which is phenomenally good-and gulps vitamins galore or retreats to an upstate New York health farm, where he hikes ten miles before breakfast...
...matter of course; surveys his Hollywood home and his Manhattan apartment, richly decorated in antiques and colonial furniture, with a satisfied eye. He seldom slips into his custom-made, monogrammed shirts, or expensive, tailor-made suits, without the triumphant recollection that once he was a kid from Brooklyn...