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The
Fete de Swifty tent on 73rd between Lexington and Third Avenues.
9:00 PM. Photo: JH.
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Last
night they held the first annual Fete de Swifty under a tent that covered the block of East 73rd
Street between
Lexington
and Third Avenues and it was a big big hit. The Fete de Swifty
was created to raise funds for the Mayor’s Fund that is
designated for the Parks AfterSchool Program. Three thousand
kids between six and thirteen benefit from this program that
is set up in 33 parks around the city. They raised more than
$500,000.
It was Liz Smith’s idea. When she turned 80, she asked friends
instead of sending her a birthday present, to contribute something
to the Mayor’s Fund. The fund received more than $200,000
in her name. She was so moved by the result that she got the bright
idea of expanding the possibilities. Fete de Swifty, a name created
by her longtime friend Peter Rogers, the advertising guru, is a
tribute to the earlier Fete de Famille that was held two blocks
up the avenue in the 80s and 90s by Glenn Birnbaum and Mortimer’s
Restaurant.
In the beginning, when the committee was first formed – there
was a lot of doubt about the potential of a new charitable venture
in New York. Liz ignored all that and insisted that we move forward.
To prove her point she rustled up almost a hundred thousand dollars
in seed money from friends and supporters. Before the night was
finished, that sum had reached close to $600,000.
It was just a great big festive cocktail party – lots of
food from Swifty’s – tea sandwiches, those little hotdogs
that you can eat by the dozens, shellfish, little hamburgers, tables
full of desserts, two big bars, acrobats, juggling acts, people
on stilts, a jazz band and a disco, as well as a live auction conducted
by Jamie Niven which raised about $25,000 and a silent auction
that raised another ten or fifteen.
Mayor Bloomberg came and spoke, and thanked the crowd, and everyone
decided that this was going to be a very successful annual affair.
It started at six and by 8 o’clock there must have been five
hundred people crowding the block long white tent. By eight-forty-five
when I left, it was still going strong. JH and the Digital and
I took lots and lots of pictures which we’ll run over the
next couple of days. |
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Joel
Getz, Steven Attoe, Peter Rogers, Susan Rotenstreich,
Mayor Bloomberg, Chris Meigher, Liz Smith, Robert Caravaggi,
and DPC
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Nan
Kempner
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The
scene behind the bar
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Helen
O'Hagan and Peter Rogers
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John
and Susan Rotenstreich with their daughter
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Jamie
Niven
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Clockwise
from above: The entertainers; Liz Smith, Victoria
Gotti, and Joel Getz; Diana Taylor, Peggy Race, and Barry
Diller.
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Hats
on
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Martin
Bregman and Ahmet Ertegun
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Passing
by the Whitney Museum (after leaving Fete de Swifty) where
they were holding its annual gala, "Art Now." 9:10 PM.
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Last
Saturday night, a friend of Daisy Soros’ gave
her a birthday party – a Roaring Twenties party
at her country house. About 200 drove up from the city, men mostly
in black tie
and women dressed in the flapper style – lots of pearls and
bandeaux, feathers and fringe, beads and sequins, boas and fox
furs.
The party was
held in the athletic house on the friend’s
estate. The swimming pool was covered over and bordered with potted
palms for the cocktail hour. When the dinner hour came everyone
moved down onto what in everyday life is an indoor tennis court.
You had to be in the know to know that because whoever designed
this party created a movie set from a Fred Astaire and Ginger
Rogers musical – black and white tile dance floor, tables set with
crystal candelabra festooning white roses and gardenias, the walls
draped in a black gauzy fabric lit with thousands of shimmering
lights and the ceiling hung with chandeliers and covered with a
billowing gauzy fabric. The stupendous décor set the tone. Vince Giordano and his Nighthawks played
their authentic 1920s jazz and soon the dance floor was mobbed
with revelers. |
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The
tennis court turned ballroom
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After
the first course, the Soros’ two sons, one
of whom lives in London with his family and the other who
lives in Los Angeles with his
family, got up to toast their mother. Daisy got up to read a poem she wrote,
inspired by Irving Berlin’s “Thanks for the Memories,” and
then her husband Paul Soros read a tribute to the “Three
Faces of Daisy.”
She
was born in Hungary and was there as a young girl when
the Nazis invaded. However it happened, she got to America
with her young husband (also Hungarian – brother of
the famous financier George Soros) who studied
to be an engineer. The couple eventually ended up living
in New Canaan and in New York where they participate in a
number of philanthropies including the opera and the ballet
at Lincoln Center.
Mr. Soros, who
is a courtly man with glasses and a face that reposes in a smile,
has a thick head of white hair and speaks with a soft, yet clear, deliberate
tone. As he described his wife’s evolution from childhood to adulthood
to motherhood, to grandmotherhood and philanthropist, they flashed images of
her changes on the screen in the middle of the room.
The effect was
very touching to the many of us who have experienced Daisy’s
generous, warm and direct personality. One of the sons remarked that although
she didn’t suffer fools gladly by any means, her favorite phrases were “isn’t
it fabulous?” and “isn’t it wonderful?”
She speaks in what to these American ears is a distinctly Hungarian
accent although her English grammar is superior to many of us who speak it natively.
She is one of those women who, perhaps because of her directness, quickly develops
intimacy in relationships: you feel as if you know her well. What you remember
after being in her company is her forthrightness and her laughter.
On this night it was forthright festivity and laughter. The dance floor was always
jumping and the costumes were sparkling. Although the party was held on the 2nd
of October in the sign of Libra, Daisy is actually a Virgo, born on the 7th of
September. The date was adjusted to accommodate her myriads friends who like
her are still away at that earlier date (the Soros go to Nantucket in summer).
A good time was had by all. Dinner was provided by Sean Driscoll of
Glorious Foods and topped off by baked Alaska and champagne. By midnight the
cars and limousines were filling and everyone was heading back to Manhattan. |
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A
photograph of Daisy's grandchildren flashed across the
screen
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Mary
McFadden and Raul Suarez with Jackie Weld and Rod Drake
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Daisy
Soros with friends
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On
the dancefloor
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Susan
Burke and friend
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Soros
flappers
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Rand
and Jessie Araskog
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Barbara
de Portago
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Susan
Gutfreund
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David
Beer and Lee Thaw
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Gaetana
Enders and Harriett Levine
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Raul
Suarez and Carlos Picon
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Jewel
Bickford and Connie
Spahn
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Marife
Hernandez and Mary McFadden
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John
Dobkin and Louise Grunwald
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Marlene
Hess and Jim Zirin
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Joan
Rivers and Edwina Sandys
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Gale
Hayman Haseltine and Dr. Bill Haseltine
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Muffie
Potter Aston and Dr. John Espy
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The
dancers
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The
centerpiece
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Susan
Burke's black-gloved hands across the table
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Janet
Leigh as a teenager
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MEMORIES
OF LILLIAN AND THE DEATH OF HER JENNY
Janet Leigh the movie actress died at her home in Beverly
Hills on Sunday at age 77. Her role in “Psycho” kept millions
vigilant every time they took a shower for years after that famous
scene in which her character was stabbed to death by the mad
Tony Perkins’ character in Bates Motel.
I knew her circuitously through Debbie Reynolds,
for whom I wrote an autobiography (in collaboration with her of
course)
in the late
1980s. Debbie and Janet were both stars on the Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer
lot when they were in their late teens. Their mentor, Lillian
Burns Sidney, who was instrumental in hiring me to write Debbie’s
book, was for years the “acting coach” at Metro.
I put quotations around the term because there were a number
of stars
who took issue with her methods of coaching.
Nevertheless, “Burnsie,” as she was affectionately
known to the stable of “more stars than there are in heaven” had
the very respectful ear of Mr. Mayer, as he was referred to by
all who worked for him, and because of that for many many years
she was the highest paid (earning $100,000 in the 1940s – more
than a million in today’s dollars) and most powerful
woman executive in Hollywood (late 30s through the early 50s).
As the
wife for three decades (40s, 50s, and 60s through the early
70s) of director George Sidney, she wielded a social power
in the
film community too.
George Sidney dumped Lillian very unceremoniously after the
death of their friend Edward G. Robinson, and married his widow
Jane.
Jane had been a receptionist here in New York for a designer
named Nettie Rosenstein who catered to society and movie stars.
The first
Mrs. Robinson, Gladys, who, like a lot of Hollywood women,
used to come East to buy her wardrobes, and took a liking to
Jane whom
she invited to visit her and her husband in Beverly Hills.
Jane accepted the invitation and ultimately moved in, ending
the first
Robinson marriage.
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Lillian
Burns Sidney, circa 1946, when Janet Leigh first
met her at MGM Studios
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The Robinsons’ divorce
settlement was a sensation at the time because it caused the
breakup of the Edward G. Robinson art
collection, then considered one of the greatest in the world.
Much of it was sold in one transaction to Stavros Niarchos,
the shipowner, creating the foundation of his great collection.
The proceeds from
the sale were split down the middle, community-property style
and was a crushing blow to the sensitive art-loving actor who
became
famous as a tough guy mobster in “Little Caesar.”
Mr. Sidney, who was several years younger than
his wife Lillian,
already had a long time behind the scenes reputation for
chasing the ladies, especially the starlets on the casting
couch. Their
marriage breakup was a devastating blow to the little woman
(she was 4’11” in her youth) who had so much power
in the Hollywood studio system and who had guided her husband,
among others,
to and through many cinematic successes. To make matters worse
for her, Mr. Sidney and Mrs. Robinson also helped themselves
to much of the couple’s joint financial assets as well
as much of the 18th-century English antiques that Lillian
acquired in London
auction houses over the years of their marriage.
The divorce left Lillian, then close to 70, in
dire financial straits as well as emotionally bereft. Three
women came to her
rescue: Debbie
Reynolds, Donna Reed, and Janet Leigh.
It was principally Debbie, who initiated the assistance,
and who relied profoundly on
Lillian’s
unerring eye and theatrical know-how. For the rest of Lillian’s
life (almost thirty years – she died in 1998), in varying
degrees of financial participation (principally Debbie’s),
the women assumed many of Lillian’s living expenses,
including the cost of the daily maid, communicated with
her daily and included
her in family gatherings on holidays and special occasions.
When Donna Reed died in 1986, the responsibility shifted
more to Debbie
and Janet who gave even more of her time to looking after
Lillian, since Debbie (who called her every night of her
life) was on
the road as much as forty weeks a year with her nightclub
act.
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DPC
and Lillian Sidney in 1988 at a book party in Los
Angeles for Debbie Reynolds
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Lillian,
despite the havoc her former husband wreaked on her finances,
remained, thanks to these women, ensconced
for the
rest of her
life in a very comfortable co-op on the Wilshire corridor,
smartly decorated with the little that was left after
the big house on
Tower Road was vacated and emptied by George Sidney and
Jane Robinson who liked her predecessor’s taste.
I first met
Janet Leigh at a cocktail party at her house in the late 1980s.
Her career had long passed and she was
now famous as
the mother of Jamie Lee Curtis, and her
second daughter, Kelly
Curtis. As Hollywood women go, Janet, or Jenny,
as Lillian always called her, was especially lady-like off-camera.
Gracious, modest
in her demeanor, she was educated. as all those girls under
contract at MGM were, to have a sophisticated presence
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Janet
Leigh in Psycho
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Janet
Leigh at the LA Premiere of Chicago (Photo:
WireImage)
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She was born in Janet Helen Morrison on July 6, 1927 in Merced,
California, an only child. She was literally discovered when
she was eighteen by the great MGM star of the 20s and 30s,
Norma Shearer,
in a ski lodge where her mother was working. Shearer who was
married to a professional skier, Marty Arrouge, was also the
widow of film
production legend and MGM co-founder, Irving Thalberg,
was also the largest individual stockholder in MGM at the
time.
She easily
arranged for the girl to have a screen-test which was overseen
by Lillian – their initial meeting.
In her long career she made more than sixty films – including
some classics besides “Psycho” – “Little
Women,” Orson Welles’ “A Touch of Evil,” and John Frankenheimer’s “Manchurian Candidate” and
in the last two decades of her life, wrote a memoir – by
herself – There Really Was A Hollywood, and
during the early 1990s, a roman a clef about Hollywood called House
of Destiny, on which she worked closely with Lillian
as an editorial adviser. She was
always a very popular figure in Hollywood and never known for any
kind of star temperament. When I knew her, later
in her
life, with her career mainly behind her, she seemed very
much the proud mother of two daughters, who worked conscientiously
to maintain
a professional life as a writer and an actress. She was a
popular
star for more than a quarter century and the public’s perception
of her – a lovely lady with a witty (and occasionally wicked)
sense of humor – was accurate.
Although her biographies state that she was married four
times – the
second to Tony Curtis by whom she had her
two daughters – for
the majority of her adult life she was married to businessman Bob Brandt, who, along with her daughters, survives her. |
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