John F Kennedy Outdoor Speech in 1960 in Los Angeles running for President. That night lots of the movie stars where there to send him off, and some of the pretty ones were there too.
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Tuesday, July 9, 2013
John F Kennedy Outdoor Speech in 1960, for President
John F Kennedy Outdoor Speech in 1960 in Los Angeles running for President. That night lots of the movie stars where there to send him off, and some of the pretty ones were there too.
Wednesday, June 19, 2013
Jonathan Winters on Dean Martin Roasts Frank Sinatra
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We're bringing you in to our blog, this entertaining blog about Jonathan coming on to Frank Sinatra. As you might not know, Jonathan Winters doesn't have a script, in fact he never did he didn't like the writers they were never funny enough for him so he always went up there and winged it. This is an example of that, he went up there and had them in hysterics and you will too. Enjoy the video and have a good week.
-From Bill Gardner's Assistant
We're bringing you in to our blog, this entertaining blog about Jonathan coming on to Frank Sinatra. As you might not know, Jonathan Winters doesn't have a script, in fact he never did he didn't like the writers they were never funny enough for him so he always went up there and winged it. This is an example of that, he went up there and had them in hysterics and you will too. Enjoy the video and have a good week.
-From Bill Gardner's Assistant
Make sure to check out Confessions of a Hollywood agent, a book about Hollywood during the 50s and 60s. Look into it especially if you're into old Hollywood.
Tuesday, April 2, 2013
Review for Confessions of a Hollywood Agent; A Hollywood novel
Only an industry insider could write a story filled with such nuance about the glam and grim of Hollywood in the 1950’s and 60’s. William Gardner takes you on a (manicured and bejeweled) hand-held tour of Beverly Hills and its crusty and upper-crust inhabitants.
You’ll be privy to the name-dropping and bed-hopping among a large cast of loveable and loathsome characters, including a minister’s daughter who poses for Playboy but tithes ten percent of her earnings to the church and an internationally famous comedian who wastes his money on gambling and drugs.
And enjoy the odd, but enduring alliance between the story’s leading man and lady: Clint Nation, a Montana cowboy, and Dorothy Winters, a small-time thief, who will re-invent themselves and traverse the Hollywood Hills together as agent and movie star, occasional lovers and loyal friends.
There’s plenty of sinning in “Confessions”, but is there redemption? You’ll stay awake trying to find out. But don’t rush – or fast forward – to the closing credits. They come much too soon.
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Wednesday, February 20, 2013
Jane Russell & Marilyn Monroe at Grauman's Chinese Theatre
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This is a picture of Marilyn Monroe & Jane Russell the night of the premiere of "Gentlemen Prefer Blondes." Taken at the Gramaun's Cihnese Theatre on June 26th, 1953.[/caption]
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This is a picture of Marilyn Monroe & Jane Russell the night of the premiere of "Gentlemen Prefer Blondes." Taken at the Gramaun's Cihnese Theatre on June 26th, 1953.[/caption][youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-a_p9M6WKt8]
Friday, February 15, 2013
Public outcry over Hughes’ bra
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The bra that Howard Hughes supposedly created for Jane was fake, in reality she would place Kleenex's over her boobs and everybody thought it was a classic. -From Insider William Louis Gardner, author of "Confessions of a Hollywood Agent"[/caption]
Regardless, the emphasis on her breasts proved too much for the Hollywood Production Code Administration, which ordered cuts to the film. To obtain the Boards' required Seal of Approval, Hughes reluctantly removed about 40 feet, or a half-minute, of footage that featured Jane Russell's bosom. He still had problems getting the film distributed, so Hughes schemed to create a public outcry for his film to be banned. The resulting controversy generated enough interest to get The Outlaw into the theatres for one week in 1943, before being withdrawn due to objections by the Code censors. When the film was finally released in 1950, it was a box office hit.
Russell later asserted that she never wore Hughes' bra, and that Hughes never knew. This story is now considered to be an urban myth. -Xtimeline
The bra that Howard Hughes supposedly created for Jane was fake, in reality she would place Kleenex's over her boobs and everybody thought it was a classic. -From Insider William Louis Gardner, author of "Confessions of a Hollywood Agent"[/caption]In 1941, Director Howard Hughes, while filming the movie The Outlaw, felt that the camera did not do justice to Jane Russell's large bust. He employed his engineering skills to design an underwired, cantilevered bra to emphasise her assets. Hughes added rods of curved structural steel that were sewn into the brassiere below each breast. The rods were connected to the bra's shoulder straps. The arrangement allowed the breasts to be pulled upward and made it possible to move the shoulder straps away from the neck. The design allowed for any amount of bosom to be freely exposed.
Regardless, the emphasis on her breasts proved too much for the Hollywood Production Code Administration, which ordered cuts to the film. To obtain the Boards' required Seal of Approval, Hughes reluctantly removed about 40 feet, or a half-minute, of footage that featured Jane Russell's bosom. He still had problems getting the film distributed, so Hughes schemed to create a public outcry for his film to be banned. The resulting controversy generated enough interest to get The Outlaw into the theatres for one week in 1943, before being withdrawn due to objections by the Code censors. When the film was finally released in 1950, it was a box office hit.
Russell later asserted that she never wore Hughes' bra, and that Hughes never knew. This story is now considered to be an urban myth. -Xtimeline
The bra that Howard Hughes supposedly created for Jane was fake, in reality she would place Kleenex's over her boobs and everybody thought it was a classic. -From Insider William Louis Gardner, author of "Confessions of a Hollywood Agent"
Thursday, January 10, 2013
One of Hollywood's hottest actresses; Georgia finds her photographer
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One of Hollywood's hottest actresses | The real Georgia (Alias) from Confessions of a Hollywood Agent[/caption]
She smelled the scent of incense burning in the room. She felt nervous. She had never been with a photographer of distinction or fame.
A small Italian man of about forty-five greeted her. He wore a long brown silk oriental robe. He smiled at her with a mouth too full of big fake-looking white teeth. He took her hands and then stood back and looked her over.
“My darling, how beautiful you are,” he said in a raspy cigarette voice as he breathed laboriously. She tried to relax with him, but it was difficult. He took a cigarette from his pack of Camels and lit it. His fingers were stained yellow from smoking. She hated the smell of smoke but tried not to let him know.
“Have you ever had your portrait taken before?” he asked.
“An artist painted me, but the only portrait was for my high school year book,” she answered.
“You’re almost a virgin then, aren’t you?” he said and smiled. “Come over and sit down on the divan so I can see you through the lens.”
He grabbed Georgia’s hand and walked her in front of a view camera. “Sit down, my pet.” Georgia felt self-conscious but tried to disguise it by smiling at him.
“You’re an angel in the lens, my darling. Now let’s see what you brought with you for wardrobe. Georgia got up from the divan and took her tote bag and pulled out a blue sheath dress with spaghetti straps and showed it to him.
“I like that. We’ll use it. What else do you have in there?” he asked.
Georgia showed him a red sweater and a pair of white short shorts, and a blonde mink stole she had borrowed from her aunt.
“Here, put this on,” he said handing her a leopard two-piece bathing suit. Georgia looked at it.
“The dressing room is over there,” he said pointing to a door. As she walked from the studio for the dressing room, she noticed wetness under her arms and on the dress she wore. This man bothered her. She put on the bathing suit and came out into the studio.
“It looks marvelous on you. You could star in a jungle epic. Come!
Get in front of the camera.” Georgia sat on the divan.
“Now do some poses for me,” he said.
Georgia started to pose. She stretched out the divan. She flirted with the camera. She smiled at it. She mocked it. Nick kept clicking away.
“Wonderful, lovely, I like that. Lift your head up. Some more. I like that. Hold it!” he said. Georgia started to enjoy herself. She felt good.
She was having fun and felt the camera loved her. Nick breathed harder now.
A clatter of air came from his lungs as he worked.
“You’re a natural, my pet. Playboy asked me to submit some photos to them for an issue. You could make three thousand dollars if they used them. With me as the photographer, it’s money in the bank.
Would you be interested?”
“Isn’t Playboy a nude magazine? My father is a minister. I couldn’t do that to him. He wouldn’t understand.”
“I only do class photos. Let me tell you how I’ll shoot you. I’ll build a long box like a coffin and line it with mirrors.” He animated the story with his hands. “Holes will be made at the top for the lights and a hole in the center for my camera. You will be nude in the box. I will shoot you as if you were a jewel in a mirrored sitting. It will give the illusion of three dimensions,” he gasped. “It’ll be sensational, and so will you.
It could do wonders for your career. How about it?”
“The three thousand dollars sounds interesting,” said Georgia.
“Well then. Let’s do it.”
“I don’t know if I should. I’ll embarrass my family.”
“Clint told me you’ve been doing beauty contests for years.”
“Yes, they’re with a bathing suit. I’ve never taken my clothes off for anyone.”
“Times are changing. It’s getting to be accepted. Believe me. If the right photo was taken of the right girl, that girl would be a star overnight. Look at the past, at some of the great nudes in history.
Goya painted the Duchess of Alba nude. It made her immortal. The nude calendar picture of Marilyn Monroe. Look what that did for her.
You’re in the same category. Believe me. I know. It’s my business,” said Nick.
“And I could approve of the photos?” asked Georgia.
“You’d have complete approval.”
“Okay, I’ll let you, but under another name. Will you agree to that?”
“Of course. Now let me see your body. Take off the bathing suit.”
“Now?”
“Why not? You’re here. I can measure you for the box.”
Georgia was skeptical. She got up from the divan and removed her bra. She stepped out of the bottom part of the bathing suit and was naked. She felt strange and wanted to get back in her clothes. Nick observed her nakedness. “I like it, but there’s too much hair around your crotch,” he said as he stared down.
Georgia blushed, but said nothing. She started to feel dirty and uneasy. She reached for a cloth drape that covered the divan. “Can I get back into my clothes? It’s cold in here,” she said.
“I want to take a picture of your pussy so I can show you what I mean when it’s developed. Stay there for a minute.” Nick picked up his Nikon and clicked away. Georgia started to get up from the divan. “Wait a minute.
I want to measure you.” He ran to a desk a pulled out a tape measure.
“Hold this,” he said. He pulled the tape down across her body getting a feel as his hand moved to her toes. Georgia gave him a look. “I’ll make the box six feet,” he said rolling up the tape. “You can get into the blue dress you brought. I’ll take your portrait now,” he said.
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One of Hollywood's hottest actresses | The real Georgia (Alias) from Confessions of a Hollywood Agent[/caption]She smelled the scent of incense burning in the room. She felt nervous. She had never been with a photographer of distinction or fame.
A small Italian man of about forty-five greeted her. He wore a long brown silk oriental robe. He smiled at her with a mouth too full of big fake-looking white teeth. He took her hands and then stood back and looked her over.
“My darling, how beautiful you are,” he said in a raspy cigarette voice as he breathed laboriously. She tried to relax with him, but it was difficult. He took a cigarette from his pack of Camels and lit it. His fingers were stained yellow from smoking. She hated the smell of smoke but tried not to let him know.
“Have you ever had your portrait taken before?” he asked.
“An artist painted me, but the only portrait was for my high school year book,” she answered.
“You’re almost a virgin then, aren’t you?” he said and smiled. “Come over and sit down on the divan so I can see you through the lens.”
He grabbed Georgia’s hand and walked her in front of a view camera. “Sit down, my pet.” Georgia felt self-conscious but tried to disguise it by smiling at him.
“You’re an angel in the lens, my darling. Now let’s see what you brought with you for wardrobe. Georgia got up from the divan and took her tote bag and pulled out a blue sheath dress with spaghetti straps and showed it to him.
“I like that. We’ll use it. What else do you have in there?” he asked.
Georgia showed him a red sweater and a pair of white short shorts, and a blonde mink stole she had borrowed from her aunt.
“Here, put this on,” he said handing her a leopard two-piece bathing suit. Georgia looked at it.
“The dressing room is over there,” he said pointing to a door. As she walked from the studio for the dressing room, she noticed wetness under her arms and on the dress she wore. This man bothered her. She put on the bathing suit and came out into the studio.
“It looks marvelous on you. You could star in a jungle epic. Come!
Get in front of the camera.” Georgia sat on the divan.
“Now do some poses for me,” he said.
Georgia started to pose. She stretched out the divan. She flirted with the camera. She smiled at it. She mocked it. Nick kept clicking away.
“Wonderful, lovely, I like that. Lift your head up. Some more. I like that. Hold it!” he said. Georgia started to enjoy herself. She felt good.
She was having fun and felt the camera loved her. Nick breathed harder now.
A clatter of air came from his lungs as he worked.
“You’re a natural, my pet. Playboy asked me to submit some photos to them for an issue. You could make three thousand dollars if they used them. With me as the photographer, it’s money in the bank.
Would you be interested?”
“Isn’t Playboy a nude magazine? My father is a minister. I couldn’t do that to him. He wouldn’t understand.”
“I only do class photos. Let me tell you how I’ll shoot you. I’ll build a long box like a coffin and line it with mirrors.” He animated the story with his hands. “Holes will be made at the top for the lights and a hole in the center for my camera. You will be nude in the box. I will shoot you as if you were a jewel in a mirrored sitting. It will give the illusion of three dimensions,” he gasped. “It’ll be sensational, and so will you.
It could do wonders for your career. How about it?”
“The three thousand dollars sounds interesting,” said Georgia.
“Well then. Let’s do it.”
“I don’t know if I should. I’ll embarrass my family.”
“Clint told me you’ve been doing beauty contests for years.”
“Yes, they’re with a bathing suit. I’ve never taken my clothes off for anyone.”
“Times are changing. It’s getting to be accepted. Believe me. If the right photo was taken of the right girl, that girl would be a star overnight. Look at the past, at some of the great nudes in history.
Goya painted the Duchess of Alba nude. It made her immortal. The nude calendar picture of Marilyn Monroe. Look what that did for her.
You’re in the same category. Believe me. I know. It’s my business,” said Nick.
“And I could approve of the photos?” asked Georgia.
“You’d have complete approval.”
“Okay, I’ll let you, but under another name. Will you agree to that?”
“Of course. Now let me see your body. Take off the bathing suit.”
“Now?”
“Why not? You’re here. I can measure you for the box.”
Georgia was skeptical. She got up from the divan and removed her bra. She stepped out of the bottom part of the bathing suit and was naked. She felt strange and wanted to get back in her clothes. Nick observed her nakedness. “I like it, but there’s too much hair around your crotch,” he said as he stared down.
Georgia blushed, but said nothing. She started to feel dirty and uneasy. She reached for a cloth drape that covered the divan. “Can I get back into my clothes? It’s cold in here,” she said.
“I want to take a picture of your pussy so I can show you what I mean when it’s developed. Stay there for a minute.” Nick picked up his Nikon and clicked away. Georgia started to get up from the divan. “Wait a minute.
I want to measure you.” He ran to a desk a pulled out a tape measure.
“Hold this,” he said. He pulled the tape down across her body getting a feel as his hand moved to her toes. Georgia gave him a look. “I’ll make the box six feet,” he said rolling up the tape. “You can get into the blue dress you brought. I’ll take your portrait now,” he said.
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Wednesday, October 3, 2012
Confessions of a Hollywood Agent
Bald Eagle Publishing is proud to publish William Louis Gardner’s novel “Confessions of a Hollywood Agent”. This a fast, fun read. The tone has the casual air of a veteran Hollywood insider, neither awestruck nor jaded, just a friendly”here’s what my neighborhood is like” attitude. Brisk pacing and believable coincidence (such as the coming together of so many characters in Cuba) make this a page-turner.
Mr. Gardner has an additional published book: "The Games End" available for sale at www.thegamesend.com -The Games End is a story of Hollywood and Africa.
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