tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61227488078061870672024-03-14T00:50:31.449-07:00Philip Mershon's Felix In HollywoodPhilip Mershonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05641146738422887485noreply@blogger.comBlogger555125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122748807806187067.post-90364621107729976882013-11-05T14:29:00.000-08:002013-11-05T14:42:36.612-08:00I Will Gladly Pay You Tuesday For A Hamburger Today......<br />
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Why, you may ask, am I quoting the great J. Wellington Wimpy? Well kiddies, it's because I'm hear to talk about hamburgers.....sort of.<br />
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But first, a confession. It is possible to live in a land like Hollywood and, even though a fiend for the history of the place, let certain historical landmarks slip through the fingers. So my confession: I've never been to the legendary Barney's Beanery.....until yesterday.<br />
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What a fool I've been and why, oh why, have I waited so long! Maybe it was a hangover of feelings regarding 'the infamous sign' (though that was taken down before I even moved to town), but I'd like to think I'm not that shallow.<br />
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And besides, the story goes, Barney put up the sign in the late 40s to appease the LA Sheriff's Dept. and the Alcohol Beverage Control Board who where cracking down on certain 'behaviors' that were happening in certain restrooms of certain establishments all around town. As there was a gay clientele that frequented the place between then and the mid 80s when the sign was removed, it's clear that nobody paid much attention to the thing.<br />
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What folks did pay attention to was great comfort food and drinks served up in an atmosphere of democracy that allowed no more special treatment to Lana Turner than was given to a local milk man. Here (now as then) all customers are customers; and customers are king.<br />
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Okay, now that we've gotten the stupid sign thing out of the way, let's get into the wonders of this burger stand/road house/gin joint/billiard parlor/rock and roll paradise. This calamitous cacophony of color!<br />
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I was invited over by Barney's very own Historian (and part owner), Sheri Hellard. Sheri and longtime server Dominique Kadison were my guides through this magical history tour.<br />
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The first thing I was shown was the endless collection of license plates over the bar.<br />
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Back when this place opened in 1927, it was on the last leg of Route 66 and folks who were seeking a new and better life in the golden west began to rip the plate off their flivver and give 'em to Barney, symbolically claiming their arrival. The gesture has continued over the years.<br />
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Along about this point of my visit, lunch was ordered. Here's a little tip: <i>arrive hungry</i>. There are over 1000 items on the menu and you anti-gluten and anti-meat types will be just as satisfyingly stuffed as the rest of us.<br />
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For me, double cheeseburger with fries and a small side of chili please.<br />
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In this world of 're-imagined classics' it's really nice to scarf a plate of chow that tastes the same as it would have when it was made in the 30s!<br />
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I'm not going to go into a long accounting of the history of Barney's because I couldn't write anything better than Domenic Priore. His article is on Barney's own website <a href="http://www.barneysbeanery.com/#!about/c12dk"><i><b>here</b></i></a>, but I will share a couple of my favorite things from the place. And I will also tell you that I'll be going back because, even though I was there for 90 minutes, I think I saw about 6% of what there is to see.<br />
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Favorite thing No. 1: Morrison Plaque<br />
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The 'here sat Morrison' plaque on the bar tells only half of the story. Jim left more DNA than just sweaty palm prints. One night, in what I'm sure was performance art, Morrison relieved himself of the last half-dozen drinks on this spot. Yes, The Lizard King peed on the top of the bar.<br />
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Favorite thing No. 2: The not-quite-all-seeing-eye<br />
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Yup, it's an eyeball. And, yes, it's nailed to the ceiling over one of the pool tables where, as legend has it, it was surrendered to the victor of a pool game when it was discovered that the One-Eyed Jack, didn't have enough jack to payoff the bet he'd just lost.<br />
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Favorite thing No. 3: Table top Goddess<br />
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Once again, direct your eyes to the heavens. Nailed to the ceiling to protect it from any further molestation is a former tabletop where is carved, "Janis Lyn 70"! Anyone who knows me knows that Joplin has always been my forever number one. And on the evening of Oct 3rd, 1970, Barney's was her last stop before boarding the train bound to Fabulon at the Landmark Hotel.<br />
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One last thing. All things being in cosmic synchronicity in a place like Hollywood, at the same moment I was snapping the above picture, Janis Lyn Joplin was posthumously receiving her star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame.<br />
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Barney's rules.....peace out.<br />
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<br />Philip Mershonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05641146738422887485noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122748807806187067.post-52279237194321457732013-08-18T00:44:00.001-07:002013-08-19T08:46:46.445-07:00This Fascination For Chronicling Hollywood......<br />
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I have written before about my parents, <a href="http://felixinhollywood.blogspot.com/2010/04/great-loves-in-history.html">Phil and Dee</a>. Well that story took us up to their marriage in 1956. So let's pick things up from there, shall we?<br />
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Shortly after their wedding in Columbus OH, the decision was made that my Dad would re-enlist in the Army. When he received his orders for his first relocation, surprise, surprise, it was Fairbanks Alaska! Now, Alaska wasn't even a state yet but, those crazy pioneering kids traveled north with glee to inhabit the Last Frontier and, once there, settled into base housing.<br />
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He was working full time, she was working full time, they had a two year old and if all that wasn't enough, they also formed "The Michael Company" (named after my half brother) which supplied and engraved trophies to the greater Fairbanks area. A smart move considering there wasn't much to do in Fairbanks in '56 outside of bowling and other sporting contests. Needless to say, business was brisk.<br />
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After about a year, all of this activity just didn't seem like enough so, they got a plot of land and some materials<br />
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they built themselves a log cabin!<br />
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You'd think that this would be enough to satisfy these busy Alaskan beavers but you'd be wrong.<br />
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Scoping the local scene looking for another business opportunity, they saw a need in the market, partnered up with their friend Dalton and started "The Fairbanks TV Guide" and Hollywood came to Fairbanks.<br />
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Dalton was the Editor and Publisher, Dee was the Advertising Director, Secretary, Marketing Rep, and all around gofer, and Phil was, well, he was really proud.<br />
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In addition to being chocked full of pictures and blurbs teasing the week of programming adhead, it had loads of local advertising. Fairbanks was a pretty rough and ready town at the time and one of the ads was for the "<i>Top Hat Club, featuring exotic dancing sensation, Renee Starr. Come as you are - no formality necessary. Couples are always welcome. Lovely Hostesses available for you single gentlemen.</i>"<br />
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But most important of all, it gave complete listings of the <i>two</i> television stations that made up the Fairbanks television market. Channel 2 carried split ABC/NBC shows and Channel 11 handled CBS. What's more, they each broadcast for about six hours Every. Single. Evening.<br />
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No fools Dalton and Dee, they gave away the first three weeks of copies to get everyone dependent on it and then began charging the princely sum of 15ยข per week, or $3.75 for 6 months, $6.50 for 1 year.<br />
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Dee even appeared (doing her best Carol Merrill, before Carol!) in one issue for a television give away:<br />
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By far the most popular of all the covers didn't show a Hollywood starlet though:<br />
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It celebrated the announcement of statehood for Alaska (though the actual admission didn't occur till Jan 3, 1959).<br />
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Later that month another contest was held to rename the Fairbanks TV Guide. The winning name:<br />
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Why change a perfectly good name you ask? It seems that Dalton and Dee got the sweetest registered letter from "TV Guide Magazine" down in the lower 48. I believe they call it a 'cease and desist' letter.<br />
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By the end of '58 Phil and Dee cashed in their chips on the glamorous world of Television listings. It seems there was a new star that was going to debut in the Mershon household in about 6 months.....but that's a whole other story........Philip Mershonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05641146738422887485noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122748807806187067.post-58704410085954380792013-07-31T23:01:00.000-07:002013-07-31T23:01:08.846-07:00Well You Can Imagine My Relief!<br />
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About 3 years ago I posted this picture:<br />
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And for three long years I've been disturbed. No, <i>crestfallen</i> is really more the word. I mean how could Myrna (or, as I prefer to refer to her: "She who could do no wrong") have made such a millinery mis-step with that head gear! <br />
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So, delighted was I when I just saw this:<br />
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It was one of those wacky 30s Hollywood costume parties!!! This one at the home of Basil and Ouida Rathbone. Pictured above, from said party, is Rathbone, Myrna, Arthur Hornblow and Frederic March. At last, I can rest.Philip Mershonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05641146738422887485noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122748807806187067.post-44968544582877691512013-07-03T23:31:00.000-07:002018-12-22T21:46:26.272-08:00An 'American' Original.....<br />
A story of American Independents.<br />
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Six years ago, during the renovation of the Hollywood Palladium a long buried secret emerged. Under layers of renovated facade was found:<br />
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American Recording opened here in '59 or '60. It was owned by Richie Podolor (who was also the in-house producer) and Richie's best friend, Bill Cooper, was the engineer. The biggest thing to come out of the place was "Alley Oop" on Lute records. The label said it was by The Hollywood Argyles. The Hollywood Argyles was really Gary Paxton and Kim Fowley and some $25 a day session players. The story is that since the studio was on the corner of Sunset and Argyle in Hollywood, bingo, The Hollywood Argyles.<br />
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By 1961 Lawrence Welk (now the big cheese in residence playing 'champagne music' to hoards of unhipsters every weekend and taping the occasional segment of his television program out of the Palladium) told them they were too noisy and they had to leave. So move they did.....to Studio City, in the Valley.<br />
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Podolor bought a little old building that had been a small Chinese Restaurant (which, incidentally, had been opened in 1940 by genius cinematographer, James Wong Howe!) and American Recording Co. was reborn on the south side of Ventura Blvd. at Tujunga.<br />
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Before I go any further, American has a website with some amazing photos that they do not wish to be re-used and I intend to honor that, but make sure to <a href="http://www.americanrecording.com/">visit their site</a>. I mean, check this out, Richie Podolor was the first one to ever place a mic inside a kick drum!<br />
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So, who recorded in that li'l ol' shack between the years of 1961 - 1981? Well, do the names Donovan, Iron Butterfly, Steppenwolf, 3 Dog Night, Black Oak Arkansas and Alice Cooper ring a bell? In fact, a lot of Steppenwolf and damn near all of 3 Dog Night.<br />
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So now, why am I doing this post? Well, one day a few months back, I found myself wandering the location of Ventura and Tujunga, where there now exists.....wait for it......a strip mall, and I found on the sidewalk some love letters in the sand. (that is the closest I'll ever come to referencing Pat Boone, I promise)<br />
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The top photo has the hand written signature of Bill Cooper and the drawing of a guitar that was the symbol Podolor used as his signature.<br />
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Mike Curb was there in '63 working with Richie and Bill on The Hondells record along with a virtual Who's Who of the Wrecking Crew like: Leon Russell, Hal Blaine, Tommy Tedesco, Carol Kaye, Larry Knechtel and Tommy Boyce and Bobby Hart.<br />
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The irony of Curb's name here is that in the same year, 19 year old Mike Curb started his first company. It was called <b><i>Sidewalk</i></b> Records!<br />
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In that same year there was another act working at American. They too did a little sidewalk scrawin':<br />
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It was Frankie Lyman and the Teenagers that inspired 4 Canton, Ohio high school students to form a singing act they called The Triumphs in 1958. In '61, and now called (the less inspired) The Mascots, they recorded for the first time and got some regional radio play.<br />
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Things really started to break for them though when they moved to the coast with the new name, The O'Jays. They were signed to Imperial Records and Producer H.B. Barnum took them into American Recording where "Lonely Drifter" (their first charting single) was immortalized in wax. While there, their name was immortalized in concrete out front. This was one of the first times the name The O'Jays was written anywhere and, if you take a walk down Ventura, these 50 years later, it's still there.<br />
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All of these names, these legends, in the music industry were once just kids with a dream, a 10 minute break and a block of wet cement.Philip Mershonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05641146738422887485noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122748807806187067.post-7928060634783137242013-06-14T13:49:00.004-07:002013-06-14T13:49:35.851-07:00Are The Stars Out Tonight?<br />
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The above is the title to a book that I'm very proud to own about the late, great Ambassador Hotel.<br />
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I'm going to keep the text here brief. Not only because many of us already know much about the Ambassador (and if you don't there are many places to find out) but also because losing this place to the wrecking ball was one of the darkest episodes in the already bleak history of "Developer Madness" that is such a hallmark of Los Angeles. <br />
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So here's what I'm going to do: I'm gonna show you some mouthwatering pictures of what we lost, and then I'm going to close the post by directing you to a Kickstarter Campaign page that will enable the amazing <b>Camilo Silva</b> to finish his documentary, <b>"After 68"</b>. Please, if you are able, kick some coin his way. This is terribly important and may just help a turnaround in the consciousness of this city and others to realize that preservation is ultimately a good business move.<br />
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The <a href="http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/camilosilva/after-68">KickStarter</a> page.<br />
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The <a href="https://www.facebook.com/after68">After 68 facebook page</a>. <br />
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And if you didn't look on the link above, maybe this short teaser will help to<br />
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Pregnant with Desi Jr. and celebrating her 12th wedding anniversary at a restaurant in Palm Springs.....<br />
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....Lucy watches Desi watching the waitress.Philip Mershonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05641146738422887485noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122748807806187067.post-70998503259076752902013-05-25T13:08:00.000-07:002013-05-25T13:08:16.288-07:00Mr. Chaplin Says Goodbye.<br />
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<br />Philip Mershonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05641146738422887485noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122748807806187067.post-41071299562865210612013-05-11T09:43:00.001-07:002013-05-11T09:43:58.487-07:00How Cinematic!<br />
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My moment of demi-celebrity above comes from my participation in an MSN short series "re: discover". I show off the Hollywood Heritage Lasky DeMille barn to Barney Burman and Amy Gray. If you are so inclined you can see it <a href="http://rediscover.msn.com/city/31644754/video/22">here</a>. Philip Mershonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05641146738422887485noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122748807806187067.post-39385150822950004042013-04-14T21:16:00.000-07:002013-04-14T21:16:18.392-07:00Hazel. She Was Much More Than A Maid.....<br />
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No, not that one. We got a whole different Hazel on tap today.<br />
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If you are someday on a quiz program and you are asked (for a one million dollar prize) if a Caucasian movie actress ever appeared on the cover of Jet Magazine.........<br />
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But, love Roz as I do, we need to take a closer look at the other woman with her......Hazel Washington. What a gal.<br />
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Hazel was born in Dallas in 1915. Somewhere in her early teens she came to Los Angeles and was, by age 16, married to Roscoe (Rocky) Washington. There seems to be much higher ceilings (opportunity wise) for the Washington clan during those unenlightened days than for other minority families. Rocky, a member of LAPD was the first uniformed African American to achieve the rank of Lieutenant on the force. Rocky's brother Julius was a Captain in the Los Angeles Fire Department, and Rocky's nephew Kenny Washington was the first Black pro athlete to sign a contract with the NFL! So, yes, the fellas did well, but Hazel was no slouch!<br />
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By the early thirties, Hazel found employment as a 'movie maid'. To call the position a maid is really a bit of a misnomer. The people who did these jobs were really a combination of servant, star chef, personal assistant, and (before the costume departments became unionized) wardrobe mistress. In quick succession, Hazel worked for Virginia Bruce, Ginger Rogers and the Great Garbo. But in Hazel's case, the number 4 was the charm. When Garbo went back to Europe, Rosalind Russell was her next employer. Russell had been looking for a replacement maid. Her previous one was a tad, shall we say, star struck. Roz said that when she would sit down to chat with Clark Gable on a set, her maid would park herself right next to them so she wouldn't miss a word that Gable said. Further, the woman was fascinated by the camera. "She wound up in more shots than me!" None of this was an issue with a seasoned pro like Washington and, as Russell was willing to pay her year round and not just when she was on a picture, Hazel stayed. <br />
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Hazel and Roz (being the women they were) found in short order that they had become good friends in addition to their employment arrangement. Garbo's entreaties to come back to work for her fell on Hazel's deaf ears. One day in '36 Hazel came to work carrying a beautifully stylish leather handbag. Russell raved, wanting to know where it came from. Hazel told her that she had seen one in a magazine and swooned. She realized that she could never afford it, so she went to a leather and findings shop, purchased materials and made a copy of it for herself! Flabbergasted at the workmanship from someone who didn't know the leather goods business, Roz told her friend that she wanted her to go to night school and study the craft and further that Russell would pay for it.<br />
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Then in early '41, in the most unlikely of places, Beverly Hills......<br />
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For a little perspective, that $100 bag mentioned in the article would be $1500 in today's dollars. And it was on the low end of prices in the shop. All of Hollywood flocked to the place. Bette Davis, Lana Turner, Joan Crawford, Ann Sheridan, Mary Livingstone, and Lena Horne were clients. Hazel did a custom order of gloves, made to measure, for Gable. There was a portable bar in black kangaroo skin for Van Johnson at $250. Picture frames in powder blue suede.<br />
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The shop didn't last very long, but not because of poor sales. It was because leather became increasingly difficult to get during the war. While planning their next business move, Russell and Washington continued the old arrangement of Star and maid. Around this time (because apparently there was nothing Hazel couldn't do) Washington also became the first licensed hairdresser hired by the studios to do black hair for such films as "Cabin In The Sky" and "Stormy Weather".<br />
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Finally, as both Hazel and Roz were a wiz with the knitting needles, they started a business of handmade luxury cashmere knitwear trimmed, typically in beads, sequins, lace or fur. That is the business that the Jet cover article above talks about. You can read the full article <a href="http://books.google.com/books?id=VLsDAAAAMBAJ&pg=PA46&dq=hazel+washington&hl=en&sa=X&ei=_OJqUdOSO6i0iQKmjICAAw&ved=0CDMQ6AEwAA#v=onepage&q=hazel%20washington&f=false">here</a>.<br />
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Hazel Washington's fabulous life doesn't stop there. I found continued mentions about her. <br />
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1959 - Rocky and Hazel celebrate their 28th wedding anniversary at Lionel Hampton's opening at Hollywood's Moulin Rouge.<br />
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1965 - Hazel has a furrier design a full length lavender mink coat.<br />
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1966 - While attending a Shriner's convention in Manhattan, the Washingtons occupy the duplex penthouse of the New York Hilton at a cost of $500 per day.<br />
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The last mention I can find anywhere of Hazel was squib in the Baltimore Afro-American from 1979. It said that Hazel was planning, with the help of a Paul Gardner, to write her biography. It doesn't appear that the book ever happened though. And that, dear readers, is certainly our loss.<br />
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Ya gotta get up pretty early in the morning.......<br />
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Despite my misleading clue, many got this one. I'd said, "It is perhaps fitting that he's in a sailor middy"<br />
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That's because sailor suits were made of cotton! Joseph Cotten! (alright, not great, but I was having a bad day)<br />
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<span style="color: orange;">George W. Tush</span> seemed to be on to me, but <span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: red;">Norma</span></b></span> (otherwise known around here as 'she who gives gifts') was the first to correctly log the name!!!<br />
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Joseph Cheshire Cotten of Petersburg, Va. was born in 1905. He first tread the boards on Broadway in 1930 but by 1939 he would create the role of C.K. Dexter Haven opposite Kate Hepburn's Tracy Lord in that stage debut of The Philadelphia Story.<br />
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While age 36 may be a bit, shall we say, long in the tooth to get your first Hollywood feature, it does help that it's a co-starring role in what many have called the greatest film of all time, Citizen Kane.<br />
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Cotten enjoyed a 40 year film career and spent the last 15 years of his life in happy retirement before his death in 1994.<br />
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The character of Martha in Who's Afraid Of Virginia Woolf refers to him as "modest Joseph Cotten", but I've never regarded him as that. In fact, despite the wide variety of characters that he played, (particularly in his heyday) I've always thought of him more in the 'creepy/scary/sexy/dangerous' category.<br />
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And there may be a clue behind that! His second screen appearance was in a 1938 short film. It's title......"Too Much Johnson".<br />
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Now before you go thinking, 'is he doing nothing but the ol' mystery routine anymore', the answer is no. I'm just cleaning out some old mystery photo files. And truth be told, I've hit an ebb recently on inspiration. <br />
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Well, that and things have been kinda busy around here what with <a href="http://www.felixinhollywoodtours.com/">tours</a>, <a href="https://www.facebook.com/felixinhollywood">facebook page</a> updates, <a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/Hollywood-Unforgettable/159551957534816">other facebook page</a> updates, recent community service commitments, haggling with greedy real estate developers who want to bulldoze Hollywood History for skyscrapers, and so on..... <br />
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And besides, you all seem to get such material enjoyment out of this game.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: red;">IF YOU ARE NEW
TO THIS GAME PLEASE READ. If you've seen this picture before, or
know for sure who this is, feel free to send me an</span> <a href="mailto:philip@felixinhollywoodtours.com">email</a>, <span style="color: red;">but for the sake of unbridled mystery and tension, let the gang have a go guessing in the comments section. </span></span><br />
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So, without delay, Who's the kid?<br />
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It is perhaps fitting that he's in a sailor middy. ('tho most children were back then)Philip Mershonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05641146738422887485noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122748807806187067.post-37958774666770018582013-03-05T12:05:00.001-08:002013-03-05T12:05:53.010-08:00The Mystery Gets Revealed!!!<br />
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Alright, this one was, shall we say, perhaps a little left <i>field</i>.<br />
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The beauty in question is Margaret Field.<br />
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Margaret has a list on imdb of 91 performances! They begin in 1945 and conclude in 1973. She belonged to that grand tradition of "working actor". If you turned on series or anthology television in the 50s and early 60s you would frequently find Margaret.<br />
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As a young divorcee with two small children in the early 50s, Margaret married stuntman/actor Jock Mahoney and so you might also see her work credited to Maggie Mahoney, and handle she sometimes used.<br />
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Sadly, many people don't know or recognize Margaret, but they're almost certain to be familiar with her first born child, Sally.<br />
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Margaret, at age 89, passed away November 6, 2011, on Sally's 65th birthday.Philip Mershonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05641146738422887485noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122748807806187067.post-16041367488564885972013-02-26T12:43:00.000-08:002013-02-26T12:43:18.934-08:00Mystery Guest Will You Enter And Sign In Please...<br />
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Since we all seem to really like this, I thought we might have another go.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: red;">IF YOU ARE NEW
TO THIS GAME PLEASE READ. If you've seen this picture before, or
know for sure who this is, feel free to send me an</span> <a href="mailto:philip@felixinhollywoodtours.com">email</a>, <span style="color: red;">but for the sake of unbridled mystery and tension, let the gang have a go guessing in the comments section. </span></span><br />
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Who is this lovely gal?<br />
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<br />Philip Mershonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05641146738422887485noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122748807806187067.post-78236024024267959162013-02-14T20:22:00.000-08:002013-02-14T20:22:02.976-08:00This Is Everything.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Philip Mershonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05641146738422887485noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122748807806187067.post-16627798528233674502013-02-09T16:48:00.001-08:002013-02-09T16:48:24.790-08:00The Mystery Gets Revealed!<br />
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There were some good guesses, some funny guesses and some correct guesses this time around. Yes we are looking at young Larry Hagman in 1941 when he was a student at the Black-Foxe Military Academy.<br />
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Now since we can't very well shower accolades on someone named Anonymous, we will have to declare Marksparky the first identifiable correct guess! (sorry 'nony') <b><span style="color: red;">CONGRATULATIONS MARKSPARKY!!!</span></b><br />
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Black-Foxe existed from 1928 to 1968 right here in the shadows of Hollywood on Wilcox Ave. just south of Melrose.<br />
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Just as you'd suspect, a lot of Hollywood youngsters and futures would attend including: Harry Carey Jr., Horace Heidt Jr., Sydney Chaplin and Michael Douglas. <br />
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Here are a couple more sons of.....<br />
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The caption reads: Robert Walker shows his two sons, Bobby and Michael, the camera used in filming location scenes for <em>My Son John</em> at the Black-Foxe Military Institute in Los Angeles, where, coincidentally, the boys are students.<br />
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Thanks for playing everyone, there will be a new mystery soon.Philip Mershonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05641146738422887485noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122748807806187067.post-77546547056388157142013-02-05T14:38:00.002-08:002013-02-05T14:39:36.451-08:00Mystery Guest Will You Enter And Sign In Please...<br />
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Game Time, Game Time!!<br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: red;">IF YOU ARE NEW
TO THIS GAME PLEASE READ. If you've seen this picture before, or
know for sure who this is, feel free to send me an</span> <a href="mailto:philip@felixinhollywoodtours.com">email</a>, <span style="color: red;">but for the sake of unbridled mystery and tension, let the gang have a go guessing in the comments section. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #783f04;"><span style="font-size: small;">I think this one may be a stumper, but I've been wrong before........so........who is this chap? </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: red;"><br /></span></span>Philip Mershonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05641146738422887485noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122748807806187067.post-57647828555640499632013-01-22T14:24:00.000-08:002013-01-22T14:24:44.567-08:00Memories, Light The Corners Of The Lot<br />
Twenty years ago (how on earth can that be) I worked as the Costume Supervisor on the short-lived "Ben Stiller Show". <br />
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Being a sketch comedy show, especially one fueled by the rapid-fire minds of Ben; Judd Apatow; Jeff Kahn; Janeane Garofalo; Bob Odenkirk; etc., my memory of it is one fast blur. I don't think I sat down once during all the months of the job.<br />
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We shot on what is called, the Hollywood Center Studios. It's a little, nondescript independent lot on Santa Monica Blvd. at Las Palmas Street.<br />
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As an indie lot, it may have had something of a scrappy, cheesy reputation. And yes, during that hallowed, banner year of 1939 while the big guys were churning out history like Gone With The Wind and Mr. Smith Goes To Washington our little lot was creating the epic, Sunset Trail with Hopalong Cassidy and Gabby Hayes. But Make No Mistake: history - important history - happened there too.<br />
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In 1919, Jasper Johns, a former associate of Charlie Chaplin, built
three production stages and several bungalows on a 16.5 acre site in
Hollywood and named it Hollywood Studios Inc. The first stages resembled
hot houses with steel frames, cloth walls, glass roofs and clerestory
windows. It also had one of the first 'sound' stages in town, built for the princely sum of half a million dollars in late '26. Other studios would rent it for production while their own sound facilities were being built.<br />
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It was once the home of Monogram and of Educational for a few minutes until it settled into a long run under the name of General Service Studios (catchy name).<br />
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Funny business happened here in spades. Silent comedy legends Charley Chase and Harold Lloyd made merriment here. And during the sound era Mae West, Laurel & Hardy and The Marx Brothers made movies here.<br />
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It all wasn't just a barrel of laughs though, Howard Hughes film (first as a silent, then reshot with sound) Hell's Angeles was made here with baby Jean Harlow. As well as the Korda Brothers setting up camp for Larry and Viv in That Hamilton Woman.<br />
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The 70s saw the productions What's The Matter With Helen, Save The Tiger and Shampoo. In the early 80s the lot was the property of Coppola's Zoetrope. The Outsiders and Rumblefish were produced here.<br />
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But it's real claim to fame is the Golden Age of Television! Get a load of this list:<br />
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Perry Mason, Mr. Ed, The Addams Family, The Beverly Hillbillies, Petticoat Junction, Green Acres,
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We shot on Stage 2, which is more commonly known as:<br />
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Yep. That's right, I got to breath that rarefied air that Lucy, Desi, Viv and Bill used for the first two seasons of the show.<br />
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In the picture below, we see the inside of Stage 2 and the blackened doorway on the left of the first floor build-out was my office. (it's still there!!) The door on the right next to it was used by the Art Department and if memory serves me, those upstairs rooms weren't built yet.<br />
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TV got it's start there from the jump when George Burns brought he and Gracie's show onto Stage 3 in 1948.<br />
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45 years after he first walked onto that lot, and at the tender age of 96, Mr. Burns still had an office in a courtyard on the lot that he would come to for about an hour or so every day. I know this first hand because one day, in the middle of a typically hectic day, I found myself in here:<br />
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<i><b>peeing next to George Burns!</b></i> And, all kidding and snarky-ness aside, it was one of the most amazing moments of my life. "How ah ya taday kid?" he wanted to know. We exchanged small talk and as I was leaving, I stuttered out, "Goodbye Mr. Burns, have a terrific day." to which he replied, "Kid, at this age, what else am I gonna do? See ya."<br />
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I hadn't thought about this stuff in so long when right before Christmas, my dear friend and neighbor, Charlie, and I were running around one day. Charlie now works on a show on that lot and he wanted to run by to pick up his paycheck. We were walking around the place swapping stories about what it was like working there now, versus 20 years ago, and he said, "how long has it been since you visited the sidewalk in the courtyard?"<br />
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Well wouldn't you know it, he showed me something I'd never seen before.<br />
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Here, in the lovely courtyard of writers and producers offices (where I'm convinced the celestial light rays indicate that George is still here), scrawled into the sidewalk from the long ago afternoon of November 6th, 1954:<br />
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Even <i>they</i> knew.Philip Mershonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05641146738422887485noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122748807806187067.post-42367330612353160302013-01-03T13:41:00.000-08:002013-01-03T13:41:40.911-08:00Go Ahead.......<br />
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....Joan could always dress for a divorce.Philip Mershonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05641146738422887485noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122748807806187067.post-18270341819936039122012-12-25T11:23:00.000-08:002012-12-25T11:23:54.285-08:00An Xmas Libation from Bill and Jean<br />
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In 1928, the Hollywood Chamber of Commerce came up with a brilliant idea to drive up shopping traffic along their big commercial corridor of Hollywood Blvd. A Christmas Parade!!!<br />
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So they got America's Sweetheart to do a little advance press and Viola! <b><span style="color: red;">Hollywood Blvd. magically became Santa Claus Lane.</span></b><br />
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That first year, aside from the lovely decorations, the 'parade' consisted of what you see above, one sleigh pulled by a couple of union reindeers from the Screen Reindeers Guild and the loot in the sleigh was a little known starlet named Jeanette Loff and.......Santa Claus.<br />
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Well Santa Claus was the star of this show, and he delivered the shoppers, and so the Santa Claus Lane Parade became an annual tradition. Santa's appearance was always the climax of the parade that sent the crowds into paroxysms of glee. It grew every year until it included big-named stars by the score. And there is the famous story of Cowboy Star Gene Autry riding in the parade just in front of Santa in 1946. After a couple of blocks of hearing children shrieking "Here Comes Santa Claus! Here Comes Santa Claus", Autry gets a notion and, a new Holiday Carol is born.<br />
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No matter how seedy and downtrodden Hollywood ultimately became, the old girl still got tarted up and stirred a little sparkle. By the mid 1980s, when Hollywood and the Boulevard were little more than an open air drug bazaar, and looked like Beirut on a rough day, from Thanksgiving on at least, there was still a little shiny-shiny going on: <br />
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So by 2012, you must be thinking, it's got to be STUPENDOUS! Well, brother, would you ever be wrong. I took this picture today from the northeast corner of Hollywood and Cahuenga looking west and, as you can see, zilch!<br />
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It could be any ol' day of the year, but certainly not smack in the middle of the Holiday Shopping Season! Why even the sky looks like it's going to cry.<br />
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So <i><b>Hollywood Chamber Of Commerce</b></i>, what are you doing with aaaaallll that money you charge folks to be members, that you can't string up a few damn lights and a strand or two of tinsel? Huh?Philip Mershonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05641146738422887485noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122748807806187067.post-33263269972442678752012-12-07T12:18:00.000-08:002012-12-07T12:18:10.050-08:00Unmasking The Mystery!<br />
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You've got to be quick on the draw to be a smart <a href="http://dhtinshakerheights.blogspot.com/">Cookie</a>. Sure enough, he quickly revealed our Mystery Gal to be the one and only miss Kitty Carlisle.<br />
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Hey kids, here's a fun new game! This is how you play, you take a still from a movie and you team it up with a line of dialog from a completely different movie.<br />
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As an example, we're going to take a picture from the 1936 film "Conflict" and caption it with a line from the 1956 picture "Tea And Sympathy". Here's how it looks:<br />
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