Word: sinatras
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Gardner and Frank Sinatra dealt with the "gentlemen of the press!" It happened in Australia, but it should happen here-and more often. It is heartening then to see two people such as Ava and Frankie stand up to the arrogant reporters and photographers. When they tell them off, these two of my favorite people are, I am sure, speaking for millions...
...Gardner and her ex-husband Frank Sinatra, separately or in pair, have never stood high on the State Department's list of good-will ambassadors. That, as they make clear, is not what they are hired for. Last week Ava and Frankie were in Australia, she on location for her movie On the Beach, he for a concert engagement. Yet even their well-known aversion to crowds and the press could not keep the Aussies at a distance. The result was something special, even by Hollywood standards...
...start, Your Hit Parade was a hit. Just by playing the country's top tunes-first on the radio (15 years), then on television (9 years)-the American Tobacco Co. sold so many cigarettes that it even produced a new brand: Hit Parade. Lannie Ross, Lawrence Tibbett, Frank Sinatra, Noel Coward, Fred Astaire, W. C. Fields all marched on the show with such regulars as Dorothy Collins and Snooky Lanson. Then came rock 'n' roll. The sort of stuff that Elvis sings began to lead the Parade, and American Tobacco apparently decided that kids who listen...
...possibilities for further desecration, as Miss Alderley envisioned them, were endless: Frank Sinatra as the defendant in Trial by Jury, charged with stealing a pizza pie; The Gondoliers remade into The Road to Venice, with Bing Crosby and Bob Hope. It was even suggested to Dorothy Alderley that Elvis Presley might play Nanki-Poo. Snapped she: "I'd Nanki-Poo him if I could get my hands...
...sleekly barbered businessman at ringside nodded his approval ("Frankie's voice has cracked a little, but what the hell . . . so's mine"). He seemed unbothered by what the night with Sinatra was costing him. The sunburned blonde who shared his table dropped a bone to applaud, her diamonds glittering; she seemed bemused by what a night of Sinatra might be worth. Whatever the song -Willow Weep for Me, I've Got You Under My Skin, The Lady Is a Tramp-Frankie's unmatched showmanship, his sad, slow baritone, his baggy, bedroom eyes got the message across...