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Some more women, and fashions, of the 1920's . . .

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Yola Letellier: 

Yola Letellier served as the model for the character Gigi in the novel of the same name by the French writer Colette. A friend of Pamela Hicks, the youngest daughter of Earl Mountbatten, Hicks wrote that her father had met a “young, extremely attractive, boyish-looking girl with cropped hair and a little snub nose – a French ‘gamine’. Yola did not live with us but would visit frequently, bringing us charming gifts.” 

Mountbatten had married Edwina Ashley in 1922. 

Louis and Edwina Mountbatten 

According to Phillip Ziegler, Mountbatten’s official biographer, Mounbatten admitted "Edwina and I spent all our married lives getting into other people's beds." He maintained an affair for several years with the above Yola Letellier, who was the wife of Henri Letellier, publisher of Le Journal and Mayor of Deauville (1925–28). 

Edwina and Jawaharlal Nehru became intimate friends after Indian Independence. During the summers, she would frequent the Prime Minister's house so she could lounge about on his veranda during the hot Delhi days. 

Lord and Lady Mountbatten with Indian Prime Minister Jawaharlal Nehru 

Edwina and Nehru in the Moghul Gardens of the Viceroy house during celebrations to mark the 10th anniversary of the Republic of India in 1960 

Yola Letellier 

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Evelyn Brent: 

Evelyn Brent (1901 – 1975) was an American film and stage actress. After moving to New York City as a teenager, her good looks brought modelling jobs that led to an opportunity to become involved in the still relatively new business of making motion pictures. Her sultry good looks brought her roles in over two dozen silent pictures and later in talkies. She was married three times, the last time to the vaudeville actor Harry Fox, to whom she was still married when died of a heart attack in 1975. 

Interesting fact: 

The foxtrot dance was named after Harry Fox. 

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Evelyn Peirce: 

Evelyn Peirce (1908 – 1960) was an American film actress during the silent film era, and into the 1930s. A former dancer, she was pronounced "the most beautiful girl in the world" by Florenz Ziegfeld. Her career as an actress petered out after the coming of sound. She appeared in a few B-westerns before retiring from the screen and later worked in real estate with her husband, former singing cowboy Robert Allen. 

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Lili Damita: 

Lili Damita (1904 – 21 March 1994) was a French-American actress and singer who appeared in 33 films between 1922 and 1937. 

Offered a role in film as a prize for winning a magazine beauty competition in 1921, she appeared in several silent films before being offered her first leading role in Das Spielzeug von Paris (1925) by Hungarian-born director Michael Curtiz. She was an instant success, and Curtiz directed her in two more films. She continued appearing in German productions and in 1928, at the invitation of Samuel Goldwyn, went to Hollywood, making her American debut in a film titled The Rescue. Leased out to various studios, she appeared with stars such and leading man such as Maurice Chevalier, Laurence Olivier, James Cagney, Gary Cooper and Cary Grant. Damita died of Alzheimer's disease on 21 March 1994, in Palm Beach, Florida, aged 89 

Interesting fact: 

In 1935, she married a virtual unknown who would become Hollywood's biggest box office attraction, Errol Flynn, with whom she had a son, Sean Flynn (born 1941). Following the marriage, she retired from the screen. The couple divorced in 1942. During the Cambodian Civil War (Khmer Rouge reign), her son Sean Flynn was working as a freelance photo journalist under contract to Time magazine when he and fellow journalist Dana Stone went missing on the road south of Phnom Penh, Cambodia, on 6 April 1970. Although Damita spent an enormous amount of money searching for her son, he was never found, and in 1984 he was declared legally dead. 

Lili Damita and husband Errol Flynn at Los Angeles airport, 1941 

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Jetta Goudal:

Jetta Goudal 1891 – 1985) was a Dutch-born American actress, successful in Hollywood films of the silent film era. 

Born in Amsterdam, she began her acting career on stage, traveling across Europe with various theatre companies. In 1918, she left World War I-era devastated Europe to settle in New York City in the United States, where she hid her Dutch Jewish ancestry, generally describing herself as a "Parisienne" and shaving 10 years off her age as well. 

Goudal eventually appeared in several highly successful and acclaimed films for Cecil B DeMille and became one of the top box office draws of the late 1920s. DeMille later claimed that Goudal was so difficult to work with that he eventually fired her and cancelled their contract. Goudal filed a lawsuit for breach of contract against him and DeMille Pictures Corporation. Although DeMille claimed her conduct had caused numerous and costly production delays, in a landmark ruling, Goudal won the suit when DeMille was unwilling to provide his studio's financial records to support his claim of financial losses. 

Because of her suing DeMille and her high-profile activism in the Actors' Equity Association campaign for the theatre and film industry to accept a closed shop, some of the Hollywood studios refused to employ Goudal. In 1932, at age forty-one, she made her last screen appearance in a talkie, co-starring with Will Rogers. In 1930, she married Harold Grieve, an art director and founding member of the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences. When her film career ended, she joined Grieve in running a successful interior design business. They remained married until her death in 1985 in Los Angeles. 

Jetta Goudal and Harold Grieve

Thought for the Day

Funny Friday

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Graham E sent me a pic and comment in respect of the Mickey Mouse statue pic I posed a few days ago.  That appears below, along with some further Mickey Mouse and Disney humour, preceded by some oldies but goodies.

  

Caution: Risque items ahead.

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A very Special Anniversary was about to be celebrated. . .

. . . Their three kids, all successful, agreed to a Sunday dinner in their honor.

“Happy Anniversary Mom and Dad,” gushed Son No. 1. ‘Sorry I’m running late.  I had an emergency at the hospital with a patient, you know how it is, and I didn’t have time to get you a gift.” “Not to worry,” said the father.  “Important thing is we’re all together today.”

Son No. 2 arrived.  “You and Mom look great.  Dad, I just flew in from Montreal between depositions and didn’t have time to shop for you.” “It’s nothing,” said the father.  “We’re glad you were able to come.”

Just then the daughter arrived “Hello and happy anniversary! Sorry, but my boss is sending me out of town and I was really busy packing so I didn’t have time to get you anything.”

After they had finished dessert, the father said, “There’s something your mother and I have wanted to tell you for a long time.  You see, we were really poor, but we managed to send each of you to college. Through the years your mother and I knew we loved each other very much, but we just never found the time to get married.”

The three children gasped and said, “WHAT?  You mean we’re bastards?”

“Yep,” said the father, “Cheap ones, too. .. .”

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Sent to me by Tas S, although it has appeared previously in Bytes . . .

  

Two  Glasgow boys, Archie and Jock, are sitting in the pub discussing Jock’s forthcoming wedding.

‘Aye,  it’s all going like magic,’ says Jock.

‘I've  got everything organized already: the flowers, the church, the cars, the reception, the rings, the minister, even my stag night…’

Archie  nods approvingly.

‘Hell, I've even bought a kilt to be married in!’ continues Jock.

‘A  kilt?’ exclaims Archie, ‘That’s grand, you'll look pure smart in that! And what’s the tartan?’

‘Ach,’ says Jock, ‘I imagine she’ll be in white.’

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So there was this female business executive who was late for a meeting. She is going 65 on a street where the speed limit is 40. A cop pulls her over and says “Ma’am, can I please see your licence?” She says “I’m sorry, officer, but I got it revoked two years ago for drunk driving.” His brow furrows and he straightens up. “Well, can I please see the registration of your car?” She says “I stole the car and I killed the driver; he’s in the trunk.” “Ma’am, DON’T MOVE, I’m calling for backup.” He mutters furiously into his walkie-talkie…

Five minutes later, half the squad pulls up, the Chief of Police walks over to the woman’s window. “Ma’am, can I see your licence?” he asks sternly. “Of course, officer,” she smiles demurely and pulls out a licence from her purse. He squints warily at it. “This looks legitimate,” he mumbles. “Can I see the registration to this car?” She pulls it out of the glove compartment and hands it to him. “Ma’am, stand back!” He bangs open the trunk of the car and flinches: but it was completely empty…

The woman brandishes a finger at the first cop and says accusingly, “And I’ll bet that liar told you I was speeding too!!”

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Two Tennessee Rednecks, Bubba and Jim Bob, are sitting at their favorite bar, drinking beer.

Bubba turns to Jim Bob and says, "You know, I'm tired of going through life without an education. Tomorrow I think I'll go to the Community College, and sign up for some classes."

Jim Bob thinks it's a good idea, and the two leave.

The next day, Bubba goes down to the college and meets the Dean of Admissions, who signs him up for the four basic classes: Math, English, History, and Logic.

"Logic?" Bubba says. "What's that?"

The dean says, "I'll show you. Do you own a weed-eater?"

"Yeah."

"Then logically speaking, because you own a weed-eater, I think that you would have a yard."

"That's true, I do have a yard." "I'm not done, the dean says. "Because you have a yard, I think logically that you would have a house." "Yes, I do have a house."

"And because you have a house, I think that you might logically have a family."

"I have a family."

"I'm not done yet. Because you have a family, then logically you must have a wife."

"Yes, I do have a wife."

"And because you have a wife, then logic tells me you must be a heterosexual."

"I am a heterosexual. That's amazing, you were able to find out all of that because I have a weed-eater."

Excited to take the class now, Bubba shakes the Dean's hand and leaves to go meet Jim Bob at the bar.

He tells Jim Bob about his classes, how he is signed up for Math, English, History, and Logic.

"Logic?" Jim Bob says, "What's that?"

Bubba says, "I'll show you.

Do you have a weed-eater?"

"No."

"Then you're a queer."

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Gallery:

This was the Disney ic I posted:

From Graham . . . 

Hi Mr O,

Just a quick addendum to today Bytes on Walt Disney,

The first picture from Disneyland reminded me of having seen the same statue from a different angle. . . .

Not from Graham . . . 

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Corn Corner:

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I called a psychic once. She asked who was on the line, so I hung up.

Thought for the Day

Sent to me by John P . . .

On Aging . . .

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Also from John P, thanks John . . . 

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The Question: DO YOU LIKE GETTING OLDER??? 

I can hit the golf ball any way I can and laugh if it goes in the lake. Them's the breaks. I'm just happy I can still hit that golf ball. 

As I've aged, I've become kinder to myself, and less critical of myself. I've become my own friend. 

I have seen too many dear friends leave this world, too soon; before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging. 

Whose business is it, if I choose to read, or play, on the computer, until 4 AM, or sleep until noon? I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 50, 60 & 70's, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love, I will. 

I will walk the beach, in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves, with abandon, if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set. They too, will get old. 

I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten. And, I eventually remember the important things. 

Sure, over the years, my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break, when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when somebody's beloved pet gets hit by a car? But, broken hearts are what give us strength, and understanding, and compassion. A heart never broken, is pristine, and sterile, and will never know the joy of being imperfect. 

I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face. 

So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver. 

As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I don't question myself anymore. I've even earned the right to be wrong. 

So, to answer your question, I like being old. It has set me free. I like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be. And I shall eat dessert every single day (if I feel like it). 

MAY OUR FRIENDSHIP NEVER COME APART, ESPECIALLY WHEN IT'S STRAIGHT FROM THE HEART!

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