Publication: Rocky Mountain News; Denver, Colorado
Publication Date: April 21, 1965
Mother never said there would be days like THIS! In walked Janet. She’s a blond, 5 feet 7, and has a very- pretty smile. In walked Jackie. She’s a blond, 5 feet 7, and has a very pretty smile. And then there was Maureen. She’s ditto Nos. 1 and 2. And then there was Bobbie. Ditto Nos. 1, 2 and 3.
These four young Hollywood starlets visited Denver Tuesday and although there was no recorded earthquake, things certainly were aquiver for a time. Through the eyes of a fellow who was sitting closest to the newsroom door and who is always anxious to meet new people, let me tell you about it.
THE GIRLS ALL were wearing blue high-heeled shoes. And they all were wearing blue coats which kept falling open to reveal pretty bathing suits. On each coat was a clearly lettered name tag. Maureen—or was it Janet?— had on a large white hat. The others wore large blue hats. Or was it three large white hats and one blue one? Let’s start again.
All of the girls were wearing large brightly colored hats of Jean Harlow vintage to publicize Bill Sargent’s “Harlow,’’ an electronovision movie set for release in 800 theaters on May 12. It will be shown here at the Denver Theater. But in addition to drawing attention to the film, they also appeared in two Neusteters fashion. shows, modeling the celebrated “scandal” swim suits as well as costumes of the Harlow I era. “THESE SWIM suits are comfortable,” said Bobbie. “They’re even better than a bikini,” explained one of the others, “because they don’t move unless you move.”
Somehow I felt it was my move. “Wasn’t Jean Harlow considered the brightest star in the golden age of movies?” They agreed that this was so. “Now, about those bathing sv.it’-. Porj’t yen -find it a little chilly walking around with so little protection from the elements?”
“In fact, it’s been almost too warm,” offered Janet in a fit of logic which at the moment escapes a person. (Denver is the fifth stop in a 15-city whirlwind itinerary. The first four cities must have had abnormally high temperatures.)
SOMEONE SNEEZED. Aha! We looked accusingly at each girl in turn. Maureen yawned. Janet said she thought she had an aunt and uncle living somewhere in Colorado. Janet said it was her birthday, yep, 19 years old yesterday. The other girls had bought her a cupcake with a candle on it.
Those coats certainly need more buttons. A girl could catch a terrible cold. “Did you get any other presents?”
“Yes, I got a lapel watch.” Apparently she’s going tu “W car | it on a chain around her neck.
THE YOUNG STARLETS all have ambitions to be “name” actresses, but said they realize j beginners must be content with bit parts, modeling and the rigors of a publicity campaign while studying such things as dancing, diction and voice.
“Oh, yes. Do you sing?” No. Some. A little. No. The schedule allows little time for relaxation or paying much attention to the men who gather and look, and look, and look. “There are too many of us for someone to buy drinks and there always is safety in numbers,” said Maureen.
Or was it the chaperone who said that?