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...London TV studio, Enceinte Terrible Eartha Kitt, 33. slunk before the cameras in a gown considerably more billowy than her wonted tattoo-tight attire, but not billowy enough to conceal her six-month condition. Called upon to mount a stool for one of her numbers, the sultry South Carolina songstress found it a struggle, outraged Britain's myriad Mrs. Grundys (and snarled network telephone switchboards with carping calls) by chuckling: "Okay, Junior, this is the last engagement...
...European concert tour that will last until Christmas, America's missing lynx, Eartha Kitt, swung into England last week with Husband Bill McDonald. While her real-estate-dealing spouse of three months shuffled his feet, Eartha announced that she was looking forward to eventually having a larger family. "A boy and a girl would be fine. I think children are the major concern of an interracial marriage, but if you bring them up correctly, they will learn to live with the rest of the world...
Married. Eartha Kitt, 30, Negro songstress who sounds as though she means it when she sings I Wanna Be Evil; and William McDonald, 30, a white real-estate dealer; in Hollywood...
...wife, finds sanctuary with an enlightened writer. While the writer is playing Professor Higgins to the girl's Liza, the town assumes he is playing Don Juan. Preachers rail, hooded figures threaten, before a ladylike Jolly goes North for further schooling. Beyond some vivid touches by Eartha Kitt, the play has small merit. It is so gagged up with breezy situations, crude stereotypes and comic characters that the racial angle, which might have breathed chill realism upon Shavian comedy, seems merely employed for effect. What is not Pygmalion about the play is tatterdemalion...
Public-Private Image. If Eartha Kitt appears before her audiences as the feline temptress and Lena Home as the sophisticated lady with a past, Diahann is the ingenue of the trade-sweet but sexy, and eager to learn. When the soft blue lights came up on her last week, she tilted back the high-cheekboned, full-lipped face on the swan neck and gave out with a brassily exuberant Everything's Coming Up Roses. From that the voice could sink to a smoky purr in a slow Too Much in Love or take on a rasping burr...