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...that ever happened to a woman, and it's not the last . . . And if the two people love one another and marry, and if they have a happy family, isn't that what counts?" The week's bulletins on honeymooning Playwright Arthur Miller and Cinemac tress Marilyn Monroe: ¶ In Washington, the House, by a lop sided roll-call vote of 373 to 9, cited left-leaning Miller for contempt of Con gress for his refusal to unclam about form er Red buddies before the Un-American Activities Committee...
...British press, which looks down its nose at the excitability of American reporters, the time had clearly come when it was permissible to throw off all restraint: Marilyn Monroe had landed in England. As she walked into the London Airport lounge, waiting ranks of straining newsmen swept forward, flung aside a police contingent and sent the cinema star flying disheveled behind a counter alcove for refuge. Reporters called hoarsely, hats and notebooks fell underfoot, cameramen jostled, someone bellowed: "Call out the riot squad." Finally, protected by a bar and a police bodyguard, Actress Monroe answered a few questions...
...MARILYN SENDS 'EM CRAZY...
...watching a roomful of the most critical, cynical and sophisticated males in town, hard-bitten journalists, act like adolescents. Even those who had come to sneer were hanging on her words like impressionable schoolboys and laughing at her wit before she had completed a sentence." Glowed the Daily Mirror: "Marilyn Monroe, the sleek, the pink and the beautiful, captured Britain...
Cinemactress Marilyn Monroe and her bemused bridegroom, Playwright Arthur (Death of a Salesman) Miller, winged into England on schedule. As British newsmen descended upon them, Miller perked up to a question about how he sees Marilyn. "Through two eyes," replied he forthrightly. "She's the most unique person I ever met." Marilyn revealed that she may no longer sleep solely in Chanel No. 5. Her newly slated bedtime garb: Yardley's English Lavender...