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

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.

What is a good old Hollywood novel during the 50's & 60's?

“Find out, or guess, who the characters are. You’ll be surprised!”
With characters such as Elvis Presley, jfk, Mafia’s Meyer Lansky gangster, Fidel Castro, Porfirio Rubirosa, Nathan the Hollywood God-father, Godchild of Hitler and so many more!
A Hollywood Novel you won’t wan’t to miss.

"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."
- Ellen Singer

"Well I sure hope that most of Mr. Gardners clients are dead or else he would be in real trouble. The seances and conversations in this fast paced book are so real and candid that one would think he was in the room! But WAIT he was in the room. !  This is the real McCoy, you don’t need to read any other Hollywood tell all book. This one tells it ALL !  It is fun and stunning about all your favorite stars. I couldn’t put it down, Don’t miss this one, you will astound your friends with hard and funny truths here"
-Sam Carson

Confessions of a Hollywood Agent is a novel of a Hollywood courtesan and her procurer, who rise in the film world of the 50′s and early 60′s. Clint the agent and Dorothy the Star manipulate the Hollywood Godfather, Fidel Castro, JFK, an international playboy who was the godchild of Hitler… and one another. But the plot and intrigues they devise to further their careers don’t always turn out as planned. Only an industry insider could write a story filled with such nuance about the glam and grim of Hollywood in the 50s and 60s. There is plenty of sinning in Confessions, but is there redemption? You’ll stay awake to find out. Don’t rush forward to the closing credits. They come much too soon.

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Public outcry over Hughes’ bra

[caption id="attachment_308" align="alignright" width="583"] 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"

Review for Confessions of a Hollywood Agent

Well I sure hope that most of Mr. Gardner's clients are dead or else he would be in real trouble. The seances and conversations in this fast paced book are so real and candid that one would think he was in the room! But WAIT he was in the room. !  This is the real McCoy, you don't need to read any other Hollywood tell all book. This one tells it ALL !  It is fun and stunning about all your favorite stars. I couldn't put it down, Don't miss this one, you will astound your friends with hard and funny truths here,

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-Sam Carson  F A I A

A Day With Mickey and Judy

Judy called Mickey and asked him if he would help her. She has a TV show at CBS and the bosses wanted to see her. Her ratings where slipping and they wanted to meet at her home later in the day. She knew Mickey would help with some ideas. He was filming at MGM that day but she knew going to the studio would be a big problem. She hadn’t been there in eighteen years since they fired her. She blamed MGM for all her problems.

Mickey told me to pick her up at her home inBrentwood. Judy was panicking when I got there. She had five cars and told me to put a case of Blue Nun wine in the back seat. It turned out I never got any of her cars to start. We left in my car with the Blue Nun in my back seat. As we drove out of the driveway, she popped a pill. When we got to MGM I drove through the studio gates, she popped another pill. I felt like it was Gloria Swanson arriving at the gates ofParamountin “Sunset Boulevard”.

She said, ”Mickey and I worked every day on three musicals at the same time for the “Andy Hardy Films” it was making MGM a fortune and exhausting us. They gave us uppers and downers to keep up our energy for the dance numbers and long hours. We didn’t know we were being hooked”. Later in life, they both were under the influence. Mickey found Jesus and got the cure but Judy never got over the drugs or booze.

Mickey told me he was working at hotel in Reno, Nevada, sitting in a coffee shop when a blonde bus boy came up to his table and said; “Jesus loves you Mickey Rooney”. He was shocked and felt he had been saved. He jumped up from the table, rushed to the cashier, and said; “Where’s that blonde bus boy that was at my table?” “We don’t have a blonde bus boy, Mr. Rooney”.

Judy adored Mickey and he her, but there was no romance. Mickey had many girls he dated but he felt Judy was like a sister. We stopped at stage 15 where Mickey was filming. I took the case of Blue Nun from the back of my car and we went to his dressing room. Judy opened a bottle of wine and settled down and said; “Find Mickey”. I went on to the stage; Mickey was working on a RodSterling, “ Twilight Zone” show playing a gambler who owned money to a bookie who threatens him. Mickey was acting into the telephone the whole time, no other performer was in the show. He finishes the scene, and the crew applauds him. “Judy is here, we’ll meet you in the commissary for lunch”. I said.

I went back to the dressing room. Judy had found a French actor, with a French Poodle and was kissing and hugging the dog and drinking the wine. She was already high. I told the actor we had to leave for an appointment; to get rid him.

When we got to the commissary, it was packed with people, Judy was shaking. I opened the door and we walked in. The room went silent and then, whispers. We see Arthur Freed, the producer of “Meet me InSaint Louis,” of her best movies. “Look, its Arthur Freed, he’s not coming over here?  Ah, he is.  I, I, can’t stand him. What will I do?” she asked. “Relax. He’s smiling. Smile back. He just wants to say hello.” I said. Arthur says; “Judy, so good to see you, working on something again?” “Good to see you Arthur. No I’m seeing Mickey for lunch.” Judy looks and sees Mickey at table waving at us. We go to his table.  Judy began to relax and looked like she was having a good time.  I brought up to Mickey. “Do you have some ideas for her show?  Judy looked like she wasn’t interested so I gave up.  We went back to the dressing room and Mickey had to go back to the stage to finish the TV film. I loaded Judy into my car, she was drunk.  As we left the Studio she pooped another pill. She said; “I hated every moment. You cannot imagine how terrible I feel. It brought back all those bad memories. I should have never come back.”

When I got on the freeway going back to her house, she was silent and looked over at the car next to us where a cat was sitting on a man’s shoulder. She let out a scream and said, “That cat is driving that car”. She dived to the floorboard of the car and stayed there until I got her home. The cars of the CBS Bosses were there in her driveway waiting. I thought, are they in for it. I thought, I said, “Good bye and good luck, Sweetheart”. I was glad she didn’t ask me to be in her meeting and drove off.

One of Hollywood's hottest actresses; Georgia finds her photographer

[caption id="" align="alignright" width="258"] 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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Hollywood Novel

"Find out, or guess, who the characters are. You'll be surprised!"

With characters such as Elvis Presley, jfk, Mafia's Meyer Lansky gangster, Fidel Castro, Porfirio Rubirosa, Nathan the Hollywood God-father, Godchild of Hitler and so many more! 

A Hollywood Novel you won't wan't to miss