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...Mamma pleaded: "Larry, be a doctor. Be a lawyer. Be somebody." But Larry looked up the leader of a harmonica troupe. One audition and he got the word: "You stink." A few weeks later he was signed on for a tour of the Paramount vaudeville circuit-then the boss of the show came to rehearsal. The voice rumbled across the theater: "This boy stinks." In retrospect, says Adler, "there seems to have been a certain unhappy unanimity of feeling about...
...fans. "I opened here two years ago," he said. "Since then, nothing much has happened." Having thus wrapped up his marriage to Debbie Reynolds and seven months of sharing headlines with Liz, Eddie ran through the rest of his repertory and retired to his dressing room. Elizabeth followed, trailing Mamma, Papa, secretaries, agents, flacks. "She's lovely." muttered a lady in the audience, "but I wish they'd get married and be done with...
Around the swimming pool, by day, a trio of little girls (ages 3½, 2½, and ½ raise continual riot. A yellow parrot named Jethroe screeches, whistles and squawks "There's a girl" whenever Mamma glides past in skintight velvet pants. A hefty brother-in-law lounges around listening to a recording of rock 'n' roll music that he composes himself. Through it all, Johnny Cash, head of the household, relaxes in pointy Italian-leather loafers, and practices a fast draw with his Colt...
Well, she's my mamma loocha...
Dima is the son of White Russian parents, a suicide father and a mother who has somehow managed to keep a little money. Mamma's apartment is one of those Paris crow's nests where tea, scraps of food and family belongings are hoarded under beds and a running war is maintained with the concierge. Author Marsh, 36, who has some autobiographical credentials for her story, writes with authority about the grubby side of Parisian life, has woven the fly-by-night painters, writers and plain frauds into her story with the sureness of a Parisian landlady counting...