Find Your Mark, Look The Other Fellow

I Never Had The Slightest Difficulty With A Fellow Actor. Not Until One, Two, Three. In That Picture, Horst Buchholz Tried All Sorts Of Scene-stealing Didoes. I Came Close To Knocking Him On His Ass.

New Orleans Is 5 Feet Below Sea Level, Which Means That Holes Dug In The Ground Immediately Fill With Water. Coffins Were Punctured And Sunk With Weights, Which Didn't Stop Them From Floating Up Out Of The Cemeteries And Down The Streets Of The French Quarter On Stormy Nights. The Solution Was To Bury People Above Ground, In What Are Called Vaults.

I Got A Part As A Chorus Girl In A Show Called Every Sailor And I Had Fun Doing It. Mother Didn't Really Approve Of It, Through.

Absorption In Things Other Than Self Is The Secret Of A Happy Life.

The Postman Always Ringstwice.