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There was something very touching about her, a king of vulnerability. When Suzanne Flon visited me on location, Marilyn admired a jet necklace she was wearing, so Suzanne took it off and gave it to her. The next day Marilyn went to Suzanne’s room and gave her a diamond ring. Suzanne didn’t want it but she couldn’t refuse. When we talked about Marilyn, tears came to Suzanne’s eyes. She knew somehow- we all did- that something awful was going to happen to her.
I never felt Marilyn’s much-publicized sexual attraction in the flesh, but on the screen it came across forcefully. But there was much more to her than that. She was appreciated as an artist in Europe long before her acceptance as anything but a sex symbol in the United States. Jean-Paul Sartre considered Marilyn Monroe the finest actress alive. He wanted her to play the leading female role in Freud. 
We finished the picture. It had been an agonizing experience, not only for me but for everyone, including Marilyn. She started another film, was taken off it and then killed herself by accident. Too many sleeping pills- a bottle of them at hand and no one there to save her. She’d made this mistake several times before and had recieved emergency treatment. I’m sure she never meant to take her life.
Montgomery Clift and Marilyn were extraordinary together, particularly in a long scene-several pages-behind a saloon, against a hill of beer cans and junk automobiles. It was a love scene that wasn’t a love scene, and Arthur Miller at his best, too. From what Monty did in The Misfits, I had every reason to have faith in him. But unfortunately he turned out to be another bad case. He was presently to suffer Marilyn’s problems himself, and follow more or less in her footsteps. And I would again be an involved witness.

-An Open Book by John Huston

The person I considered the most talented actor in my class was Marilyn Monroe. She would walk into class with Arthur Miller’s shirts tied at her waist, her feet in flip-flops, the sweet musky smell of Lifebuoy soap wafting after her. Her hair pulled back with a rubber band, was always a little wet, as if she’d just stepped out of the shower. 

One afternoon I was sitting in my place on the Lower East Side when my phone rang. I picked it up, and a voice said, “Hi Lou, It’s Marilyn.” “Marilyn who?” I asked, and when she answered, “Marilyn from class.” I had a genuine fit. She was asking me to be in her love scene in Tennessee William’s The Rose Tattoo at our next class. She was probably being nice to me because I wasn’t one of the stellar students in class, like Sidney Poitier, and no one else was asking me to do love scenes. But here she was, inviting me to play the sailor to her hot-blooded Serafina delle Rose.

I was a kid then, full of juice. I considered myself hot to trot, but I knew there was no way on earth I could play that scene. I was so star-struck, I wouldn’t have gotten out one word onstage. I must have stammered or something, because she got off the line pretty fast, and I think it was Marty Landau who ended up playing the scene. (I happen to think Mr. Landau is one of the most consummate actors I have ever seen on stage or screen.) To this day, if I catch a whiff of Lifebuoy soap, my olfactory senses take over and I am undeniably aroused. 

-Louis Gossett Jr. “An Actor and a Gentleman" 

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Marilyn with other people:Alan Ladd, Ronald Reagan, Marlon Brando, Rock Hudson, Jack Benny, Bob Hope, Dean Martin, Jerry Lewis, Ella Fitzgerald, James Cagney, Humphrey Bogart, Milton Berle, Eartha Kitt, Truman Capote, Sammy Davis Jr., Merle Oberon, Elizabeth Taylor, Michael Todd, Marlene Dietrich, Judy Holliday, and Frank Sinatra.

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[Sam] Shaw shared an almost-telepathic bond with Monroe, in whom he recognized a fellow seeker of love, adventure and knowledge. He met her on the set of Kazan’s ¡Viva Zapata! — a struggling extra — along with Anthony Quinn, and became lifelong friends of both. Shaw photographed Monroe throughout her career and became a confidant during the upheaval of her celebrity, marriages, divorces and alienation from the studios. Shaw encouraged the actress to shed the layers of makeup she wore like so much armor, reassuring her that without it she was still one of the world’s most beautiful women. “She really looked at Sam as part of her family — he was the kind of person who was always there, like an Italian mother, with a pot of coffee brewing,” [Lorie] Karnath says. [x]

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A few years earlier, Marilyn had called and asked me to play a joke on her husband, Joe DiMaggio. Apparently, Joe was a fan of mine and always teased Marilyn about how attracted to me he was. She was sick and tired of hearing her husband talk about me and I don’t blame her. She asked me if I would mind being wrapped in a big box with a ribbon tied in a bow around it, to be her gift to Joe on his birthday. The huge box would be on a large table, and right before he opened it, she was going to say, “Now, Joe, after I give you this, I don’t ever want to hear about Maureen O'Hara again.” Then as he pulled the bow and ribbon off, I was supposed to pop out of the box while the crowd shouted, “Surprise!” I thought it would be great fun, sadly, they separated just before it could be done.

-‘Tis Herself: An Autobiography by Maureen O'Hara

Special thanks to Maureen O'Hara Site.

During shooting of How To Marry A Millionaire, Alex D'Arcy tried to shore up Marilyn’s lack of self-confidence by praising her comic timing. One evening when they went out to dinner, “I looked in those famous liquid eyes and saw only a little scared child. I had to avert my gaze to hide the twinge of pity I felt.

            In autumn of 1950, Marilyn economized by accepting an invitation from Natasha (who now had a modest income from private students)[one of Marilyn’s acting coaches] to share her tidy, one-bedroom apartment in an attractive duplex on Harper Avenue, a few steps north of Fountain in West Hollywood. There, Marilyn slept on a living room daybed, helped care for Natasha’s daughter Barbara, read books, studied plays and generally demolished Natasha’s neatness. She also brought along a female chihuahua named Josefa-after Joseph Schenck, who had given it to her in June as a gift for her twenty-fourth birthday- and on this tiny creature Marilyn lavished (so it seemed to Natasha) inordinate time, attention and money.  "She fed Josefa expensive calf’s liver and bought her a quilt to sleep on. But the dog was never house-trained, there was excrement all over the place, and Marilyn could never face cleaning it up.
          When Natasha complained of this unsanitary mess, Marilyn simply looked her: ”her eyebrows shifted, her shoulders drooped and there was a look of unbearable guilt on her face. The simplest correction she took for a sentence of damnation.“ 

There are conflicting reports whether Marilyn met Pulitzer Prize-winning playwright Tennesse Williams through Arthur Miller or Rupert Allan, but it it seems that Williams initiated the contact. Marilyn had already seen a number of William’s plays, which include The Glass Menagerie (1945), A Streetcar Named Desire (1947), The Rose Tattoo (1950), Cat On a Hot Tin Roof (pictured above) (1954), and Suddenly Last Summer (1958). All of these plays became highly successful screen adaptations.
Marilyn never had the opportunity to act in a film version of one of William’s plays, nor in a stage play. The closest she came was performing a scene from A Streetcar Named Desire at an Actors Studio class. It has also been said that Williams wanted Marilyn to star in his only original screeplay, Baby Doll (1956), but was overruled by director Elia Kazan. 
At a dinner party thrown by Rupert Allan to celebrate her 34th birthday, Marilyn spent much of the evening talking with Williams and his mother Edwina.
 

The Martin and Lewis Show
With Guest Star: Marilyn Monroe
The following transcript appeared in MARILYN: then&NOW Vol. 2 No. 5


On February 24th, 1953 Marilyn was awarded the Red Book magazine award for ‘Best Young Box Office Personality.’ The presentation was made at the end of Dean Martin and Jerry Lewis’s radio show. Not only did MM accept her award, but she guest starred. What follows is a transcript of Monroe’s portion of the program. Martin opened the show by singing “You’d Be Surprised” in tribute to Monroe.

Martin: And now folks comes the real special part of our program. The happy time when we introduce our guest star. Course, tonight it’s especially happy because we have Marilyn Monroe, and, as I told you, Jerry doesn’t know about it. So it’s going to be a complete surprise. And … ah … Shhh … Here comes Jerry.

Lewis: Dean, who is it? Dean? Who? Our guest? Dean, who … is … it? Yes, ah … Who?

Martin: Well, I’ll give you a hint. If I was an artist, I’d like to do her in oil.

Lewis: You’d like to do her in oil? (laughter)

Martin: Yeah. Now, who’s our guest star?

Lewis: A sardine? (laughter)

Martin: Ah, shut up! Look, you take the most beautiful legs in the world, the most beautiful figure in the world, and the most beautiful face in the world, and put them all together, what do you get?

Lewis: The ugliest woman in the world!

Martin: How come?

Lewis: You got me so excited I put everything in the wrong place!

Martin: Well … This girl has everything in the right place. Jerry, every once in a while a meteor flashes through the skies and falls into the ocean. Fortunately for us, the ball of fire we have with us, as our guest, missed the ocean and landed at Twentieth Century-Fox. So, I give you the two most exciting words in the modern dictionary: Marilyn Monroe.

Monroe: Thanks Dean. That was a very flattering introduction.

Martin: Well, you deserve it Ms. MaRone … ah …

Monroe: Dean, look at your script. It’s Monroe.

Martin: I’m looking at you, and it’s Ma Rone! I’ll tell you. Right Jer?

Lewis: Zippy doo dah, Deany, darling! Get a load of the dress she’s wearing, Dean. Two arm holes, loosely tied together. Wow wee, what a dress! (laughter)

Monroe: Oh, it’s nothing much just (laughter) … just something I threw on.

Lewis: You almost missed, didn’t ya? (laughter)

Martin: Yeah!

Monroe: Gee, thanks boys. Do you really think this gown does something for me?

Martin: Yeah. Yeah. Yeah, but it does a lot more for us. What … what is it made of? Silk?

Monroe: As a matter of fact, it’s just plain cotton.

Lewis: Cotton? I’ve seen more cotton at tope of a bottle of Aspirin.

Monroe: I better talk to the wardrobe mistress about this dress. It’s so tight I nearly wore myself out putting it on.

Martin: Poor girl, are you all in? (laughter)

Monroe: Gosh! Gosh, I hope so! (laughter)

Lewis: Gee, Ms. Monroe, Dean and I saw your last picture, Niagara. It was a “Dar:” A positive “Dar!”

Monroe: What was the audience reaction to the picture in the theater?

Martin: After your first scene, they served the Hershey bars in Dixie cups! (laughter)

Lewis: Dean?

Martin: Yes?

Lewis: You better concentrate on the script.

Martin: It’s your turn! (laughter)

Lewis: Oh! (laughter) We had a cocktail party at my house with a bar tender and everything, and we showed home movies of your picture, Ms. Monroe.

Monroe: Now, you’re not going to tell me that when I came on the screen that the ice in the drinks melted?

Lewis: Oh no! That would be silly (Jerry laughs). The bartender melted!

Monroe: Oh, you fellas are just kidding.

Martin: Kidding? Remember the scene where you were kissing your boyfriend?

Monroe: Yes.

Lewis: Right in the middle, my canary threw himself to the cat! (laughter) Ah, Ms. Monroe, if you go out with me after the show I’ll buy you a bottle of perfume …

Martin: You’re wasting your time, Jer. Marilyn would rather go out with somebody like me.

Monroe: That’s right. I’m a blonde, and I like to go out with tall, dark, handsome men. You see, opposites attract.

Lewis: Then you’ll love me. I’m just the opposite. (laughter)

Monroe: Look Jerry, you’re a man, and I’m a woman.

Lewis: Now that we’ve chosen sides, let play. (laughter)

Martin: Won’t you give up, Jer. Marilyn prefers me. I’ve gone out with women that would not even look at you.

Lewis: So what? I’ve gone out with women who wouldn’t look at me either.

Monroe: Okay Jerry, supposing I do go out with you, what will we do?

Lewis: Well, we’ll get in my car and drive up Lookout Mountain, and when we get to the top …

Monroe: Yes?

Lewis: LOOK OUT! (laughter)

Monroe: No Jerry, if I went out with you it might get into the newspaper, and you know how some newspapers will do anything for a story.

Martin: Well, we do about that type of newspaper, Marilyn, but we can paint a better picture if we dramatize it. So Wallington start dramatizing.

Announcer: The Chesterfield – buy them by the carton players – presents Dean Martin, Jerry Lewis, and Marilyn Monroe in a dramatic newspaper yarn. It’s the story of a cold-blooded newspaper editor who has no friends, but who is loved by Marilyn Monroe entitled … So Who Needs Friends?

(phone rings)

Lewis (as Editor): Yello. This is the Morning Hangover. What? Just a minute. I’ll get the pressroom.

(buzzer heard)

Martin (as printer): Hello. Pressroom. What is it chief?

Lewis: Quick, tear out the front page.

Martin: Why?

Lewis: My mother just bought a new garbage pail, and she needs something to line it with.

Monroe: Hello chief. Tell me baby doll, what’s cooking.

Lewis: I am. Get off my lap!

Monroe: I’ve got a head line for ya, chief: Noted Doctor Advocates Fish Breeding for a Hobby.

Lewis: It’s too long. Cut it down.

Monroe: What will I say?

Lewis: Surgeon Urgin’ Sturgeon Mergin’. Come on baby, give us a kiss.

(kissing noises)

Martin (as publisher, opens door): Editor Lewis, I’m the publisher of this paper, and I’m not paying you to kiss our star reporter. Spending all your time kissing doesn’t increase our circulation.

Lewis: But it increases mine!

Monroe: I … I can explain Publisher Martin. I just came in to show him my wardrobe the one I’m going to take along on my vacation. This is my hunting outfit.

Martin: Hunting outfit? But that’s a backless, strapless gown! You don’t know your clothes.

Monroe: You don’t know what I’m hunting.

Martin: I should have known better than to hire a woman reporter.

Monroe: Just a minute, sir. I’m a newspaperman. I’m not a woman.

Lewis: You’re not? I think we have a scoop.

Monroe: I mean, while I’m on this paper I don’t want to be thought of as a woman. I want to be though of as a man.

Martin: Okay, but I hope we get adjoining lockers at the “Y”.

(phone rings)

Lewis: Yello. Morning Hangover.

Announcer: Hello chief. Remember Detroit Danny?

Lewis: You mean the gangster who was almost beaten to death last week with a bag of wet chicken livers?

Announcer: Yeah. Well, he was shot to death, and I found the slug.

Lewis: I know how Detroit Danny got knocked off. He was trying to blackmail Eskimo Eddie.

Monroe: Chief, if you print that story Eddie will kill you, and I’ll be alone.

Martin: Wanna’ bet?!?

Monroe: Chief, darling, don’t do it. Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me.

Lewis: Ah … stop your naggin’! (laughter)

Monroe: I don’t want you to get killed. I’m a woman. I want loving arms around me.

Lewis: Don’t worry. If I’m killed, somebody will come along tomorrow.

Monroe: Yeah, but what am I going to do tonight? (laughter) I don’t want you murdered. Give up your job, and I’ll marry you.

Lewis: What other work could I get?

Martin: Well, don’t worry about it, kid. You’re young. You can always live on love.

Monroe: Yes. Give up your job, and we’ll have kisses for breakfast, kisses for lunch, kisses for supper.

Lewis: Gosh! Kisses for breakfast, kisses for lunch, kisses for supper. Okay, it’s a deal, baby, but I’m warning ya’ …

Monroe: About what?

Lewis: Don’t let me ever catch you having any meal


You can listen to it here .

He not only knew me, he knew Norma Jeane too. He knew all the pain and all the desperate things in me. When he put his arms around me and said he loved me, I knew it was true. Nobody had ever loved me like that. I wished with all my heart that I could love him back… it was like being with a whole family and belonging to a full set of relatives. -Marilyn on Johnny Hyde