Word: friendlies
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Dates: during 1970-1970
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...careers of most men up to 1941 are prologues to the war itself. For Fonda, the war is a prologue to his work. He climbs out of Navy blues and into Navy blues. An old friend from stock-company days, Joshua Logan, has collaborated with Thomas Heggen on an adaptation of Mr. Roberts. Leland Hayward is the play's producer. "It was like being in love," recalls Fonda. "You had this good feeling in the guts practically all the time...
Frances' will pointedly includes the children and excludes Henry. What the world knows, the father hides. As far as the kids are concerned, their mother has died of a heart attack in the hospital. It is a year later that Jane, then 13, learns the truth from a friend who is thumbing through a movie magazine in art class. "It seemed easier on the kids not to tell the whole truth," Fonda says sadly. "But the bottom line of it all is: I wasn't telling the truth...
Peter overrebelled. Resentment exuded from his pores. Years later he recalled an early boarding school: "What kind of parents would send a kid away at six to make his own bed?" A childhood friend remembers him as "a weird kid, relegated to purgatory." Peter admits, "I was shy, difficult and I lied a lot." Peter may have been a hellion, but Jane was a well-behaved, red-haired stick figure at the Brentwood Town and Country School. Her class was filled with other kids as plain as Jane: Gary Cooper's and Claude Rains' daughters, Laurence Olivier...
...ironist were to select a trio diametrically opposed to the Fondas of today he could do no better than to choose the Fondas of 1960. Henry had married a fourth time, to an Italian countess, Afdera. He became unrecognizably Bonifaced. Leland Hayward attended one dinner party for Afdera's friend. "For dessert they had ice cream and chocolate sauce. There was dancing, and all of a sudden those nutty Italians began throwing ice cream and sauce on the walls. I thought Hank would commit murder. But he just stood there and smiled and enjoyed...
...never had a man for friend Who did not know that love must