Friend Gary Cooper visiting Wayne on the set of Operation Pacific, 1951
The only achievement I am really, really proud of is the friends I have made in this community; and I use the word community in it’s larger sense. Just looking around this room makes me feel that my life has not been wasted. And if anybody asks me, am I the luckiest guy in the world? My answer is, yup.
Gary Cooper at his Friar’s Club Roast, January, 1961.
BOOTS AND SADDLES
Caricatures by Jedla
As his offering of the month, caricaturist Jedla here raises the high lights and douses the shadows in the faces of six stalwart Hollywood gentlemen who have something in common. Somewhere along the course of their careers they discovered that man’s best friend is his pinto. Lean, rugged, as quick on the draw as they are with a kiss for the honest rancher’s daughter, they wear their boots tightly lapped over their dungarees and meet cold steel with more of the same. Movie two-gun men have felt the force of their wrath from Dodge City, Kansas, to Butte, Montana. No one weaned on a steady diet of film fare should suffer even a moment’s perplexity deciphering their faces, even though they are garbed above in less Western garb than usual. One hint for what it’s worth: in stark contrast to ponymen of the Bronco Billy and William S. Hart tradition, these hombres are at home in drawing rooms. Finally, and just in case, here they are, from left to right, top row first: Brian Donlevy; Fred MacMurray; John Wayne; Randolph Scott; Gary Cooper; Joel McCrea.
In 1958 newspapers complied a list of the 12 most powerful actors in Hollywood. These men were not under constrictive studio contracts. They demanded the best best roles and highest salaries, and they got them! They were named, the “Golden Dozen”.
May 15, 1960: Witnesses say John Wayne and Frank Sinatra nearly got into a fight during a benefit dinner at the Moulin Rouge over Wayne’s comments about Sinatra hiring blacklisted writer Albert Maltz for “The Execution of Private Slovik.” Later in the evening, Sinatra and a companion allegedly roughed up a valet. The next day, Wayne denied that there was any confrontation with Sinatra. “I like Frank,” he said.
The city attorney declined to file charges against Sinatra in the incident, but his companion, John Hopkins, was convicted of battery and sentenced to 10 days jail and a year’s probation for hitting valet Edward Moran. Moran also filed a $100,000 civil suit against Sinatra, but The Times didn’t report the outcome.
I can tell you one thing, I would be routing for Frank in that fight.
I say sour grapes. And also, to be PROUD of running someone out of the country? Someone who wrote something as good as High Noon?? Not a likable man to me.