Michael Korda, recalling a story he'd heard from one of Crawford's minions:
Once, after one of Joan’s many retirements from the screen, she was
leaving Chasen’s after dinner, in Beverly Hills, when a little girl ran over to her, holding out her autograph book, and looking up at her, eyes misty with excitement and admiration, said: “Miss Crawford, you’re my favorite star of all! Would you please sign my autograph book?” Joan looked down at her young fan, fixing those extraordinary big eyes of hers on the girl, and smiled. “Go away, little girl,” she said. “I don’t need you anymore.”
Now that's a pair of balls! I admire that.
ReplyDeleteAnd that little girl grew up to be... Perez Hilton! Jx
ReplyDeleteany more stories like that one?
ReplyDeleteActually, I heard this story attributed to a retired silent screen star (the name escapes me at the moment), and the autograph seeker was an adult woman, not a little girl. This seems to be completely atypical Crawford behavior, who lived and breathed to be recognized by her fans. And once she couldn't present the expected "Crawford face" to her public, she just holed up in her penthouse and waited to die rather than disappoint them and herself.
ReplyDeleteI have to agree with TJB, unless that was the vodka talking, and we KNOW how much Joan loved her vodka.
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