Showing posts with label Miss Martin. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Miss Martin. Show all posts
Thursday, July 3, 2014
A Very Mary Fourth!
Miss Martin (using an early version of the Noble Middle-Distance Gaze she later honed to steely perfection in Rodgers and Hammerstein works) and I wish all the Café's Dear Readers who celebrate that sort of thing a happy long Independence Day Weekend.
Friday, December 18, 2009
Her Heart Belongs to Santa
At a point one suspects fairly late in her relatively brief career as a Cheesecake Cutie, the first lady of the Broadway musical, Miss Mary Martin, adopts a festive seasonal pose.Who knew that Maria von Trapp (not to mention Nellie Forbush) had such grade-A gams?
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Hollywood at Play
'Round about 70 years, Edgar Bergen - pioneer and, really, sole practitioner of the very odd profession of radio ventriloquist - gave a party. The theme? The Gay '90s. It looks like it was great, if slightly quirky, fun.
The host, of course, entertained, in the company of a blackfaced Charlie McCarthy.
Ray Bolger lent some of his own unique talents to the entertainment;
Which also included a bevy of period-costumed lovelies. Here, Betty Grable and Martha Raye launch into an impromptu can-can competition, which seems to puzzle Mary Martin.
Martha, of course, was always such a shrinking violet.
Miriam Hopkins and a puzzlingly costumed if thoroughly disguised Tyrone Power had a rather more sedate time, although they certainly seem to be enjoying themselves. Miriam Hopkins without her eye makeup, however appropriate to the era, is not necessarily a sight for the faint-hearted.
Norma Shearer was her usual contrary self, turning up sans costume and in the company of the second Mr. Mrs. Thalberg.
But in the end no one had a better time than Dorothy Lamour. And that made it all worthwhile, if you ask me.
The host, of course, entertained, in the company of a blackfaced Charlie McCarthy.
Ray Bolger lent some of his own unique talents to the entertainment;
Which also included a bevy of period-costumed lovelies. Here, Betty Grable and Martha Raye launch into an impromptu can-can competition, which seems to puzzle Mary Martin.
Martha, of course, was always such a shrinking violet.
Miriam Hopkins and a puzzlingly costumed if thoroughly disguised Tyrone Power had a rather more sedate time, although they certainly seem to be enjoying themselves. Miriam Hopkins without her eye makeup, however appropriate to the era, is not necessarily a sight for the faint-hearted.
Norma Shearer was her usual contrary self, turning up sans costume and in the company of the second Mr. Mrs. Thalberg.
But in the end no one had a better time than Dorothy Lamour. And that made it all worthwhile, if you ask me.Monday, December 1, 2008
Birthday Girl: Broadway Baby
Another birthday, but I can't resist: I was raised to revere Miss Mary Martin (who might have been 95 today), and I still do.
Want an acting lesson? Watch her here, listening to "Some Enchanted Evening" as if it's the first time Nellie Forbush ever heard it.
It doesn't hurt that Ezio Pinza is singing it about as beautifully as it ever was sung; listen to how that last note, pianissimo, just floats there. I'd have kissed him like she does, too.
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