Don't You Know Who I Am?

Written by Stephen Schochet


One dilemma thatrepparttar super famous face is balancingrepparttar 118231 needs of privacy and recognition. One time in New York an unnoticed Marilyn Monroe was walking down Madison Avenue accompanied by Eli Wallach. " My God, don't these people know who you are?" Wallach asked her. Marilyn, whose application of make-up took nearly as long Boris Karloff''s Frankenstein Monster, grinned at him. "I'm only recognized when I want to be. Watch this." She began to swing her hips and walk in a way that was familiar to movie goers and was eventually mobbed by adoring fans.

For some stars privacy is an overrated commodity. In 1919, Douglas Fairbanks and Mary Pickford went on their European honeymoon. The two international icons had divorced their previous spouses and were concerned about how they would be greeted. They needn't have worried. In London their limousine was surrounded by admiring women who pulled Mary out ofrepparttar 118232 car to shake her hand, still grateful after two year for her efforts selling war bonds. In Paris they couldn't get any sleep with crowds gathering below their hotel room to serenade them. In Amsterdam they attended a party and were mobbed by other guests who wanted to get close to them. The acrobatic Fairbanks placed his wife on her shoulder and escaped throughrepparttar 118233 window. Finally, they found privacy in Hamburg, because of World War I their movies were not shown there. For an hourrepparttar 118234 famous newlyweds walkedrepparttar 118235 streets unnoticed untilrepparttar 118236 bored Mary turned to her husband and said,"Doug I'm sick of this. Let's go back to one of those countries were they mob us."

Joan Crawford had similar sentiments. Once inrepparttar 118237 1930s she was staying in New York getting over her breakup with Clark Gable. Tired of moping around her hotel she told her entourage they should go out and get some fresh air. The sycophants who had trouble keeping up withrepparttar 118238 star's brisk pace, were startled when she took a detour. "Oh my God. She's going into Grand Central Station!" Someone shouted," Look it's Joan Crawford!" and she was mobbed, it took thirty minutes to escaperepparttar 118239 crowd and get back to their hotel suite. Her hair disheveled, her dress torn and her face scratched, Crawford leaned againstrepparttar 118240 door out of breath. "Oh. . .oh my. That was wonderful. Lets do it again!"

Strange Encounters With Hollywood Legends

Written by Stephen Schochet


Meeting famous people is often a surreal experience for both parties. In 1956 when Elvis Presley arrived in Hollywood he and his entourage stayed atrepparttar Hollywood Roosevelt Hotel. One day he got intorepparttar 118230 elevator. "What floor?" askedrepparttar 118231 operator. "Tenth please." The operator looked at him with disdain. "You can't go up torepparttar 118232 tenth floor. Elvis is staying there. No one is allowed there." A bemused Presley said," I know. I'm Elvis." The hotel employee stared at him for a long moment then said," Well I don't care who you are, you can't go torepparttar 118233 tenth floor." The amiable singer agreed to go torepparttar 118234 eleventh floor and walked downrepparttar 118235 stairs torepparttar 118236 tenth.

Some entertainment organizations are so vast that employees don't always recognizerepparttar 118237 people atrepparttar 118238 top. Walt Disney who often was harsh with those who worked for him, had no patience for anyone at Disneyland who was rude torepparttar 118239 customers or as he put it,repparttar 118240 guests. One time when an unfriendly security guard prevented he and his wife Lillian from getting on a ride, Walt fired him reasoningrepparttar 118241 man would be unpleasant with others. But if someone was doing their job they had nothing to fear fromrepparttar 118242 boss. Once, when Walt was on hand for a demonstration of a new ride a young girl working there chided him for lighting up a cigarette, it wasn't allowed. Disney, who eventually died of lung cancer, asked, "Whose idea was that?" "Walt Disney's." Walt stubbed outrepparttar 118243 cigarette. "That's good enough for me."

Sometimesrepparttar 118244 famous have a difficult time not beingrepparttar 118245 center of attention. Once at a party at Louis B. Mayer's house,repparttar 118246 mogul was expressing his admiration for a female," The red hair,repparttar 118247 legs, I have never seen such beauty. She walks so regally like a queen". Greer Garsonrepparttar 118248 new queen ofrepparttar 118249 MGM lot was standing nearby. She walked up to Mayer's circle and said," Why thank you Mr. Mayer." It turned out LB was talking about his new horse.

It's hard sometimes for stars to remember that not everyone cares about who they are or what they are doing. One time Laurel and Hardy were filming a strange scene in Venice Beach that requiredrepparttar 118250 boys to run down a narrow alleyway with their wives chasing them. The women would shoot at them causing innocent men to run out of their nearby apartment buildings in their undergarments and run away, with Stan and Ollie doing double takes. Before shootingrepparttar 118251 scene Laurel gatheredrepparttar 118252 extras around," Listen fellas, it's costing us a fortune to rent out these apartments so I want to get it rightrepparttar 118253 first time. Now when you hearrepparttar 118254 shots and run out intorepparttar 118255 alley, don't linger. We only want you inrepparttar 118256 scene for about ten seconds." Afterrepparttar 118257 director shouted "ACTION!"repparttar 118258 boys ran downrepparttar 118259 alley, their wives fired their guns,repparttar 118260 men in their undergarments ran out and disappeared quickly following Stan's instructions torepparttar 118261 letter. All except one guy who was about thirty seconds late, ranrepparttar 118262 wrong way, and bumped into Laurel, ruining his close-up."You bloody fool. You ruinedrepparttar 118263 shot!" shouted Laurel. "I'm not inrepparttar 118264 movie," repliedrepparttar 118265 runner."

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