Under Hedda's Hat - November 1963

Frank Sinatra told me he’d taken up golf because “I ran out of girls.” Dean Martin chimed in with, “Yeah, he ran out of girls but wanted to keep swinging.” If you believe that it was a female shortage that sent Frank to the links, you’ll believe anything. Golf has calmed him down. He no longer walks the floor at night—he sleeps. He’s so tired he has to. And he has more irons in the fire than in the golf bag. He and Jack Warner are partners in so many ventures, I can’t keep track of them.

Elvis Presley and Ann-Margret may not be in love, but they’re sure giving a good imitation of it—on and off the screen. That picture of them—with his head in her lap—is very appealing. Elvis says she’s really got magnetism; Annie says, “He’s wonderful.” Even Colonel Parker, who refuses to discuss his boy’s private life, admits that Elvis had the time of his life making Viva Las Vegas.

Here’s how Audrey Hepburn will look as My Fair Lady—Liza Doolittle. She looks the spittin’ image of Julie Andrews—doesn’t she? Don’t believe that Audrey will do her own singing in the film. She has a nice voice, but she’s smart enough to know it’s not quite the voice for the role.

Joan Crawford is a star and will be a star when she’s ninety-nine. Who else looks, acts and talks as she does!

Olivia de Havilland had no comment on the rumors about her marriage to Pierre Galante, and her attachment to Luther Davis. She just boarded a jet to Paris. Her son Benjamin went home a few days before. It was the only way Livvy could get him away from American television. The straw that broke the camel’s back was the day he ordered waffles for breakfast, went into the sitting room, turned off the air conditioning, closed the drapes, put up a “Do Not Disturb” sign and settled down in front of the set. He was so fascinated by the program, he spilled maple syrup all over himself. A few hours later his mama had Benjy Paris-bound.

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From the November 1963 issue of Photoplay.

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