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...Give the public the best," says Impresario Sol Hurok, "and you can't miss. If it's promoted right, projected right, the public is here...
...Sol sold his interest in the Sacred Cow, and did no regular work for 13 months. ("I stayed by him all that time," said Yolaine. "One doesn't like to break up a marriage one-two-three.") Later Sol bought a bar that failed. ("After all," he said last week, "everybody can't be a success in life.") A year ago, Daddy Gross began to pay the Randalls' rent, and Sol got the impression he was not wanted any more. "I used to go to the public library and get a lot of books...
...Have You Seen Her Legs?" Matters reached a definite crisis last June 12, when the Randalls and Gross staged a brawl. Yolaine Randall claims that Sol kicked and beat her; Sol said his father-in-law pushed him around; Gross insisted that Sol had asked him for $15,000 as his price for a divorce. At any rate, a police radio car soon pulled up to the marquee of the Century. Sol lingered long enough to pick up two books for cell reading: a cookbook, and How to Make Marriage Successful. When he got outside, he found that his father...
...Sol was acquitted of the assault charge, but Yolaine's separation suit dragged on for six months, in three courts (sighed Sol: "I thought, how stupid. Here we are educated people. Well, at least we have a veneer"). Meanwhile, to keep up the rent payments, Yolaine Randall took a modeling job (sneered Sol: "All she can model is coats. Have you seen her legs? They're horrible"). Meanwhile, Sol got a job as cashier at the Brass Rail restaurant...
Last week, after sitting and listening to the Randalls' trouble for four days, Supreme Court Justice Samuel Gold granted a separation, ordered Sol Randall to pay $35 a week for the support of Yolaine and their three-year-old daughter, Robin Sue. A few minutes after the decision, Justice Gold got a telegram from the woman whose hard work had set Sol on his ill-starred road to Central Park West. It read: "My son, my son, God bless America. Mrs. Sophie Lenefsky (Mother...