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Likely Successor. Douglas, who was born Michael Delaney Dowd Jr. in Chicago, prepped as a vocalist on TV's Kay Kyser's Kollege of Musical Knowledge in 1950, and host of an afternoon radio show called Hi, Ladies! In 1961, when the call came to take charge of a new daytime talk show in Cleveland, he was singing in a Los Angeles saloon by night and studying to be a real estate agent...
...Albert, Actor James Darren, Batman Adam West and Writer Rod Serling have one apiece. Steve McQueen got one for his wife. Dick Van Dyke and his wife wear raccoon coats while tooling around in their yellow model; when people yell hello, Dick and Marjorie wave little pennants that say "HI." Tony Curtis sold his two Excaliburs. He's got four other cars anyway, and besides, Tony gets his kicks now by restoring authentic antique cars. "I suppose it's something like the satisfaction a man got in the old days from keeping his horse in shape," he says...
...male, the impact is more obvious if less real. In magazines devoted to his interests, the happily unmarried man is seen surrounded by elaborate hi-fi speakers (which he may never be able to afford), appealed to by makers of Great Books and good booze (which he may never read or drink), praised by haberdashers and hairdressers for his swinging singularity (which he earnestly aspires to), and pursued by indefatigably seductive girls. Once a docile follower of the style of his elders, the new bachelor finds himself the mold of fashion, with his mating plumage studied and envied by beaten...
...likely to blur Warhol's image as the Zanuck of the nonmovie. The sound track, regrettably, is as clear as a hi-fi record, and the film is as much in focus as the average overground flick. After wobbling his camera in 60 or so pictures, demonstrating that film making is all in a flick of the wrist, could it be that, in his cinematic technique, Andy is finally going straight...
...Jessie," says a boy friend, "you're like a philosopher in reverse. You're a walking daydream." So she is. She writes herself letters at work ("Dear Madame: Hi"), puts them in her In basket ("Oh, look, a letter for me") and answers them ("Dear Madame: Hi. Glorious morning, isn't it?"). She plays games with herself such as How Can That Be?, in which she makes up an impossible situation, asks herself "How can that be?" and is disappointed if she cannot concoct a way it could be. She is unable to explain, for instance...