Word: hotel
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...rickety, hotel-like old building had been a landmark on the rolling New Jersey countryside, just 50 miles from Manhattan, for more than a century. One of its walls had fallen out, its broad porches sagged, its faded green shutters seemed ready to disintegrate. Last week when an auctioneer called for bids on it to satisfy a court order, only one voice was raised. The buyer-one Carl After of Brooklyn-got the whole sprawling ruin and a handsome set of ghosts for only...
Although he has rung up record salaries in nightclubs ($460,000 for 46 weeks at Manhattan's Carnival) and vaudeville ($23,000 a week at Broadway's Roxy), Berle will work for nothing rather than go without an audience. He has entertained in hotel lobbies, restaurants, railroad stations, buses and cabs. (To a convulsed cab driver on whom he worked during a recent ride, Milton cracked: "You think this is funny? You should've caught me last Tuesday in a cab on 57th Street...
...played the good Samaritan in show business too. When an unemployed actor with a chance to get a vaudeville job ran into him on Broadway and asked for material, he stayed up all night in a hotel room, pouring gags into the man. He also helped salvage an actress from alcoholism, wrote an act for her, paid for its musical arrangements, made the bookings and appeared with her on the early engagements. He is easily approachable to down-&-outers, and generous with gifts. Among his unusual presents: plastic-nose operations just like his own for his secretary and the head...
...March, when Ingrid arrived in Rome, she moved into a hotel suite adjoining Rossellini's. On the way to Stromboli they visited Capri. In the ruins of a Greek temple at Paestum, Roberto plucked her a red rose from the ancient briars. In Stromboli, after settling down in a four-room, pink stucco bungalow with Roberto's sister and Ingrid's secretary, the director and his star tramped the black island hand in hand...
Last week, in the midst of all the hubbub, Dr. Peter Lindstrom landed at Rome's Ciampino airport. He met his wife and Rossellini in Messina's shabby-best Hotel Reale, and the three talked far into the night. Next day, "for the protection of my family," Ingrid issued a statement: "I have met my husband here and have discussed and clarified our situation . . ." No one thought that the statement clarified anything, but she and Rossellini went back to l'isola nera to finish their picture. Dr. Lindstrom, back in Rome, made a statement...