She and her sister appeared in the Marx Brothers classic A Day at the Races (1937), as well as Going Places (1938), with Louis Armstrong. On her own, she danced with Harold Nicholas of the dancing Nicholas Brothers in the 1941 Sonja Henie musical Sun Valley Serenade. The duo's tap-...
She answered an ad in their Berkeley paper that said "Make $300 a day." Quotes [on making adult films] I enjoy movies more than loops because movies involve more acting and I have to put more out. Whereas a loop has hardly any story line and it's mostly silly if there is one. ...
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and sets off for the unknown with a lot of lumpy luggage that contains hardly any clothes at all. It is good to feel that one has left one's little niche in the everyday world, where each one of us is assessed and tabulated to a nicety; to slough off one's everyday accepted ...
…Robert Dayoffered a bit of understatement… …Carl Rosecelebrated the arrival of legal beer… …Otto Soglowshowed us how royalty responds to a noisy feline… …Kemp Starrettshopped for somp’n to read… …and we close withPeter Arno, and an ill-timed joke, at least for one woman… ...
Dorothy Dandridge. Actress: Carmen Jones. Dorothy Jean Dandridge was born on November 9, 1922 in Cleveland, Ohio, to Ruby Dandridge (née Ruby Jean Butler), an entertainer, and Cyril H. Dandridge, a cabinet maker and minister. Under the prodding of her m
Art is a form of catharsis. -Parker, Dorothy Art is a form of catharsis. -Parker, Dorothy
into the adventure of to-day. Campaigners, sure of their weapons in the gaily decked mélée, and sure every day of the blissful solitude of the interim times. When I first read this inRevolving Lights, I immediately marked it and wrote in the margin, “poetry.” Certainly, it wasn’t...
And tolerant, in their security. How shall I count the midnights I have known When calm you turn to me, nor feel me start, To find my easy lips upon your own And know my breast beneath your rhythmic heart. Your god defer the day I tell you this: ...