Word: idolator
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Cedric Hardwicke, Vincent Price and Edmund Gwenn, and the disciplined, powerful performance of Austrian Rosa Stradner, a screen newcomer, as the nun. But the picture's biggest, toughest role is remarkably handled by 28-year-old Gregory Peck. He combines a bearing and demeanor that a matinee idol might envy (rather suggesting a sandpapered Lincoln) with a dominant naturalness. It is not surprising that he has no theatrical ancestry-his father is a San Diego druggist...
Prince Orizu is so literate that he has no time for the movies or dancing, once missed an appointment because he read himself to the end of the line in a Manhattan bus. His idol is Patrick Henry, one of his favorite words is American philosophy's "pragmatism," and he does not like to be called "chief." Pragmatically, Orizu has not yet decided whether polygamy, which was good enough for his father (at least 170 times a groom), is good enough...
...Manhattan's Lower East Side, the son of a man "who, when people were doing passementerie, he handled fringe," Billy made the high-school track team by learning to jump the gun without detection, became a shorthand whiz and stenographer for Barney Baruch ("Baruch is still the only idol in my book"). But he aimed far higher, precipitantly invaded Tin Pan Alley. There, writing the lyrics for such song hits as Barney Google, Million Dollar Baby, Rainbow Round My Shoulder, he was soon making as much as $60,000 a year...
...start toward celluloid when Matinee Idol Gary Grant, a warm admirer of Novelist Richard Llewellyn's works, told RKO's Executive Producer Charles Koerner that he wanted to play the novel's pimply, adolescent, Cockney hero, Ernie Mott. It got a propitious leg-up when young Producer David Hempstead called in Clifford Odets to do the screen play. It got itself and Hollywood a new and gifted director when Odets took on that job, too. For still more luster, Producer Hempstead-and the script-enticed Ethel Barrymore back into pictures...
Every evening he pushed aside his ledgers and fled to the bars of west London-the Cock, the Crown, the Cheshire Cheese, the Café Royal-where he found his friends Max Beerbohm, Aubrey Beardsley, Yeats, Symons and sometimes his French idol, Poet Paul Verlaine. At the first pub he would order absinthe, then quickly jot down the verses that had swum in his head during the day. That done, he would hurry on to a small, cheap Soho restaurant called the Poland, where he conducted one of the strangest, most fruitless courtships in literary history...