7, 2003 - John Galliher died in his sleep
on the Saturday before Christmas at his apartment on
East 63rd Street here in New York. He was eighty-eight
and had been ailing with pancreatic cancer, a condition
he learned about a little less than five months before.
He told very few about his condition. He accepted it,
put his house in order, even to the point of writing
his death notice which appeared a few days later in
the New York Times stating that he had died peacefully
in his sleep.
He was known to his multitude of friends down through the decades, as
Johnny, Johnny Galliher (pronounced Gal-yer), or occasionally Johnny
G. He was a most unusual man -- a unique combination of characteristics
and qualities easily said but rarely so in life -- difficult to
define. His old friend of more than fifty years, Tony Hail, the
San Francisco interior designer, put it most succinctly for the many
friends who survive him. He was fun to know.
was exceptionally gentlemanly, the kind of man who
if he didnt have something nice to say (or
amusing, which might be more like it with him), he
said nothing. Ever. Yet he navigated skillfully for
more than sixty years through a world where bitchery
and malice can be commonplace and lethal. Instead,
for him there was often a smile on his face, or if
not, then the obvious promise of one.
was born in Washington, D. C. on May 24, 1914, the second
son of five children. Of all the children, only his older
brother Joseph survives. The Gallihers were a prominent
family of Anglo extraction. He was exceptionally handsome,
not tall, about five-nine, slender, almost slight but
sinewy, with a thick head of curly black hair and bright
the time he was a teen-ager, the coltishly handsome young
man was a favorite of one of Washingtons leading
hostesses Evalyn Walsh McLean, the fabled owner
of the Hope Diamond, and her daughter, also named Evalyn.
He and young Evalyn often went out together, and if the
evening were formal, her mother would often insist that
she wear the Hope Diamond. As soon as they were away
from the house, young Evalyn would take it off and give
to John to put in his pocket. The whole transaction,
he recalled seventy years later, made him very nervous.
He was firstly worried about possibly losing the legendary
rock that was worth a small fortune and secondly, (or
maybe even firstly) he was afraid that its reputation
for bringing tragedy would affect him too.
After graduation from high school, he took his degree at Lehigh University.
He served in Europe during the Second World War as a naval officer with
the rank of lieutenant. After the War, he moved to Los Angeles, where
he shared a house in Beverly Hills with Diana Barrymore, daughter of John
Barrymore and Michael Strange (a nom de plume for Oelrichs).
By his early twenties, mainly through his early relationships with
the McLeans (young Evalyn committed suicide with an overdose
in 1946 and the elder Evalyn lost most of her fortune by
then), and with Diana Barrymore, Johns path
in life was beginning to take direction.
It was on a sidewalk in Beverly Hills, where he settled right after the
War that one day he ran into Lady Mendl, Elsie de Wolfe, whom
hed already known. Learning that he was new in town,
she asked if there were anyone hed like to meet. He told her he
couldnt think of anybody, that hed already met so many. Then
he thought of Garbo, already a legend.
That might be difficult, John later recalled Lady Mendl saying.
A few days later, he got a call from Lady Mendl s secretary: Lady
Mendl was inviting John for cocktails (as they called it in those days)
the following Tuesday at 5:30. He expressed his regrets to the secretary,
but he already had a previous engagement on that day. Break it, she
said emphatically and sotte voce.
So he did. And on the following Tuesday at the appointed time, he went
over to Lady Mendls Mediterranean villa on Lexington Road behind
the Beverly Hills Hotel. When he arrived he found waiting: Lady Mendl,
Cary Grant, Marlene Dietrich
, and Greta Garbo.
the Lido, 1953. Courtesy of Luis Estevez.
relationship with Garbo, is emblematic of Johns
social career. All kinds of people were attracted to
his company. He saw her many times after that first meeting,
although rarely, if ever, the result of his seeking her
out. Garbo, he knew, as did everyone who came in contact
with her, was highly unavailable to anyone who had any
expectations of her presence, or company.
was the time when both John and Garbo were guests on
producer Sam Spiegels yacht in the Meditteranean
in the 1950s. It so happened both he and she were early
risers, and the first thing both did was to take a swim
before breakfast. Theyd bump into one another leaving
their respective cabins for the swim. Only a nod was
exchanged, however, and other than that, never a word.
Garbo also liked to swim in the nude, something that
John blithely ignored for her sake, swimming just far
enough ahead of her. When finished both would return
to their cabins without uttering a word.
Later at breakfast, however, with everyone present, theyd exchange
their first words. Good Morning Miss G. Good Morning
Garbos terse and monumental diffidence always
made John laugh in recalling. Later in the 1950s
hed always see her at Kitty and Gilbert Millers
on New Years Eve. The Millers party was the
most popular and glamorous New Years event in those
days. The Millers brought out movie stars, society, the
artists, the writers and theatre folk. Formal and dressy.
Forty or fifty would be invited to dinner, complete with
Viennese musicians in uniform playing. After dinner, the
chairs and tables would be moved away, a hundred more guests
would arrive, the band would play and the night would begin.
Garbo would come. One year, just before midnight, John encountered her
just as she was leaving. But where are you going to go? he
asked, Its not even midnight.
I think Im going to go to Times Square, she whispered languidly
in her legendary Swedish accent, to pick up a sailor.
John, in the recounting, always burst out in a quick laugh. Garbos
wit, to make something very simple seem absurd, always amused him. He
had a great affinity for just that point of view and often saw it around
him, and often had a laugh over it.
In 1948, he went to work in Paris for the Marshall
Plan and worked out of (if not for) the Department
of Protocol in the American Embassy. He was living a charmed
life; it was thus to remain for the rest of his life. He
walked with a brisk, unassuming gait, an almost-jaunt,
and an almost musical swing to his arms. There was often
a smile on his face, and also always the characteristic
kindly wrinkles in his brow.
was already displaying a mature, yet rare talent, the
talent for enjoying life, an elegant young man in his
mid-thirties. He knew and/or met everybody, from Cocteau
and Gertrude Stein to the Windsors, and everybody
in between. There were Rothschilds and Mona
von Bismarck (Mrs. Harrison Williams), there was Cole
Porter and Elsa Maxwell and Noel Coward and Errol
Flynn and Rock Hudson. He dined at Marie
Laure Noailles. All the world was coming to
John in costume.
The Sheik in dark glasses, at the "Adam
and Eve Fiesta" given by Betty and Luis
Estevez in Acapulco, 1959. From left to right:
Francois Arnal, Countess Marina Cicogna,
Romy Aguirre Naon, JG, and Luis Estevez.
Courtesy of Luis Estevez.
was entertained and was entertained by Barbara Hutton and
her cousin Jimmy Donahue, with Fulco Verdura,
with Elsa Schiaparelli, Arturo and Patricia Lopez-Wilshaw,
Aly Khan, Rita Hayworth, Daisy Fellowes, Porfirio Rubirosa.
And he was very popular with everyone, with a kind of
luminous notoriety for having a great allure, for being
highly desirable in many ways. He was not only charming,
handsome and fun to be with but he also had a great reputation
as a lover. Of both sexes. More than a few reveled in
the telling of Diana Barrymores famous description
of him being well-bred and well everything
He lived in Paris for fifteen years in, according to Tony Hail, a very
attractively decorated apartment on the rue de Burgoyne, which
he acquired through the assistance of Donald Bloomingdale of the
New York department store family. He entertained often at parties populated
by the rich, the celebrated, the powerful and occasionally the notorious.
Paris in those days was, he recalled to me several years ago, the
best place in the world to be, the most exciting, creative era. Everyone
wanted to go there. There were many different sectors of Paris life that
one could see. We can safely assume he saw them all.
the following years, his life took on the pattern
of early jetsetters, traveling frequently
between Paris, London and New York, with trips to
the resorts, to yachts on the Mediterranean, to Mexico,
to Jamaica. At one point, he kept the apartment in
Paris, a house in London and an apartment in New
York. He worked for a time with Hubert de Givenchy at
the beginning of his design career. Givenchy did
not speak English and John spoke French beautifully.
With his linguistic and social talents he served
as a liaison for the rising designer.
By his forties, he was a man of the world, a man about town, to be found
at the best places, on the best yachts, present at all the famous parties
that seemed even more fabulous after the regeneration of Europe from
the ashes of war. He recalled that the celebrated de Bestigui party in
Venice in the 1950s is legendary only because of the spectacular
entrance of the costumes that made the party.
was a lifetime of being a very popular, highly sought
after, highly enigmatic individual. He was a mystery
to most who knew him, all his life and even with those
whod know him for decades. He wasnt so much
secretive as he was inclined to be discreet in a way
that is almost unknown in todays world. There are
many who make the claim but few who actually accommodate
the title. John was one of the very few.
Sheik with Fran Stark, Acapulco, 1959.
Courtesy of Luis Estevez.
discretion was reflected in his dress, his décor
and his social behavior. He was always a gent in
his attitude and bearing toward others, always unfailingly
courteous and kindly toward everybody. This rare quality
is even rarer in the circles John traveled in most of
the time. And because he lived such a long life, he had
seen many rise from often humble inceptions right up
to their royal tastes acquired along with the fortunes
they accumulated or married into. Hed also seen
many fall from grace and, with his incisive sensitivity,
he often sympathized.
did not divulge or break confidences, and he had many
to keep. One might learn how he felt about someone or
something only by observing his reaction carefully, if
he were to laugh, or lower his chin and turn his face
away with a wave of the hand a very characteristic
He was also not one to reveal or express judgment about the private behavior
of others. All of that was very tiresome and disagreeable to
him. On the other hand, there was a moment in his Paris days right after
the War, when, for reasons of security he shared with his
superiors his knowledge of an affair the wife of a very important American
general was having with a high ranking married Frenchman.
After fifteen years of living in Paris, he bought a house in London in
Chester Square in the 1960s. It is said that in the following years,
he bought and re-did several houses, making a tidy sum from the business.
It was also known that he was not a wealthy man, or from a wealthy family,
and that he had no apparent employment. This only added to his mystery.
While the haute monde and the demimondaine were always in proximity in
John Gallihers world, there were also the worlds of the arts, of
the theatre and show business (he loved music and was a very close friend
of Lena Horne and Bobby Short, to name only two among many).
twenty years ago, having given up his Paris apartment,
he also sold his properties in London and consolidated
his life to a small but pleasantly appointed apartment
on East 69th Street off Madison Avenue. Until his
premature death of AIDS in 1991, he often visited
his friend Billy McCarty-Cooper in California.
He continued to travel frequently to visit friends
in Europe or the Mediterranean. In his later years
he made annual trips to see his friend Sybilla
Clark in Lyford Cay, or Pat and William Buckley in
Gstaad, Beatrix Patino on the Algarve. Up
until a few years ago hed travel to London
to see his friends and to see his tailor, and less
occasionally on to Paris to see old friends.
no one thought of him as a rich man, he was well known to
be rich in friends, some of whom bestowed their riches on
him. When Billy McCarty-Cooper knew he was dying he settled
an annuity of $50,000 a year on John for the rest of his
life, in thanks for Johns generous friendship at the
beginning of McCartys adult life.
It was a very orderly life, well-managed and always tempered by a natural
self-control. If he had drunk much earlier in life, (which I find hard
to imagine), by his sixties, he was very temperate. He loved telling the
story of being invited to dinner at the house of Edie Goetz (pronounced
Gets) in Holmby Hills. Mrs. Goetz, the eldest daughter of Louis B. Mayer,
was a true princess of Hollywood and known (and rightfully so) for her
very elegant and grand dinner parties well-populated with glamorous movie
stars, surrounded by a splendid art collection.
Seated on Mrs. Goetz right, as he told the story, he tasted his red
wine and mused to his hostess: Very good, what is it? To which
his hostess matter-of-factly replied, Baccarat.
New York, as the years accumulated, he always remained the
ideal extra man. He kept up with the times, always
aware of the changing tastes, very cognizant of the
changing crowds and attitudes. He did not suffer
fools gladly and did not accommodate rudeness. Instead
he avoided both whenever possible, and when not,
he removed himself as quickly as possible.
Like a lot of people who grow older successfully, he was always interested
in the company and the fashions of younger people; so much so that he
was never at loss for the company of new people who wanted to be with
him, for he continued to fascinate in the same way he had all his life.
His life always seemed as organized as it was unique. He made everything
look effortless including the natural burden of growing old. It must
have at times taken great effort on the part of a man who lived, like
his friend and mentor Cole Porter, what appeared to be the life of a
loved to play cards, and it was at the card table that
a bit of a different side of Johnny Galliher came out.
For this man whod made an art of living a life
unfettered by temperament hated to lose. Though
the games were most often played for money, a penny a
point, a dollar a point, and it was never a question
of stakes. He simply hated losing and could get very
angry, openly at his partner if he thought theyd
played an especially bad hand. His temper at losing was
so out of character that friends easily sloughed it off
with a laugh, albeit sometimes feigned. For they always
remained cowed by it.
these last few years, he was often seen around New York,
very often invited, very often attending theatre, movies,
opera, ballet. Three times a week he walked the thirty
or so blocks from his apartment on East 63rd Street (acquired
in the mid 1990s) to the pool in the Asphalt Green on
York and 92nd Street, have an hours swim, and walk
back home. To the world, it seemed that although age
had come to John Galliher, the levity of youth remained
his. So it came as a surprise to those who knew him,
to learn that just before the Christmas holiday, he had
been gravely ill and had died.
lived fairly comfortably, with style, although modestly,
the last years of his life. Many will be surprised to
learn that he left an estate of more than $1.5 million.
He went to sleep that Saturday night in his apartment and he never woke
up. Hed avoided hospitalization throughout his brief illness and
although he accepted very few invitations in the last few weeks, three
days before his death, he did make a lunch at La Grenouille of a young
close friend hed acquired in the last few years.
He loved life and it loved him back with grace, many good friends
and many good times.