THE SAVOY, London
(This posting originally appeared in March 2013)
Ginger Rogers in Drury Lane dressing room 1969
Seen in her "bow gown" donned solely for curtain calls (Google photo)
My
arrival in London 45 years ago coincided --by sheer coincidence, I
might add-- with that of Ginger Rogers, who had contracted at a
record-breaking salary to star in the Broadway musical "Mame" at the
Drury Lane Theatre.
Disembarking at Southhampton from Cunard's spanking new QE2, one hundred-odd members of the press and a few celebrity guests joined her for the trip to London on the "Mame Express," a vintage train rented for the occasion with a champagne fountain and showing the 1935 Astaire-Rogers classic "Top Hat."
The whole over-the-top entourage headed for the Savoy Hotel where Ginger was shown into her new digs, rebaptized the Ginger Rogers Suite. She remained in her six-room apartment there for over a month.
The exact same week found me arriving (via Reykjavik, Luxembourg and Paris) to make my life in London, fresh off Icelandic Airways, which in those days was pretty much the polar opposite of an ocean liner crossing.
I initially stayed at the Dorset Square, at that time still un inexpensive, exceedingly simple neighborhood hotel. It was there by the sheerest luck that I discovered directly across the square a grand, though tired Georgian mansion.
Gilbert, the owner-landlord, was a somewhat down-at-the-heels aristocrat, who barely managed to make ends meet by renting out most of his home. He had once worked for the BCC, and tended to speak with his teeth clenched and mouth almost shut. He sounded to my ears much like the Duke of Windsor.
I rented an undistinguished room with an inefficient gas heater requiring a steady stream of sixpence pieces. It was there that my path sort of crossed that of Ginger Rogers.
Jon, a singer in "Mame", lived across the hall. As I was out of work and almost out of money, he arranged for me to have occasional employment as "dresser" for six of the company dancers. I was only needed for certain afternoon performances, and the pay was way beneath minimum wage (I seem to remember it being one pound per performance!)
It was a union regulation that someone be present in each dressing room to make tea and sweep the floor. As it turned out, I didn't know how to make tea, and I was told not to bother with the broom. It was just one of those crazy union rules that required a presence. I loved every minute of my life in show business.
During much of the show I enjoyed watching the musical numbers from the wings. Freshly embarked from my native North Carolina, I have rarely felt so sophisticated and worldly as I did standing backstage at the Drury Lane Theatre.
Ginger was the toast of London and "Mame" the flavor of the month. Though I frequently captured a glimpse of the aging star and occasionally caught bits of her conversations with others, our paths still didn't officially cross quite yet.
It was many months later, after having found employment at United Press International, that I actually had an unforgettable (for me, not for her) dinner-interview with the Academy Award-winning actress. It was at the then-trendy restaurant Inigo Jones, and I recall her ordering a "rare-rare" steak which she then proceeded to send back for being too rare.
I particularly remember her telling me that the "dear Queen" (she tended to overuse adjectives like "dear" and "sweet") had told her that she and her little sister Margaret had seen all of the Astaire-Rogers musicals as little girls in the palace projection room.
One thing about wire services, they do service the world, and my little article, which was a lesson in banality, was nevertheless picked up by hundreds of newspapers across the globe. This was obviously more a tribute to G.R.'s star power than to any journalistic prowess on my part.
As an indirect result, I later found myself tete-a-tete with the actress at her luxurious St. Johns Wood apartment. For reasons which I will spare myself the embarrassment of explaining, she had invited me there for tea.
I offered her some hippy "love beads" made from watermelon seeds which my Greensboro friend Dottie Benjamin had given me. I think she didn't quite know what to say, so she called her old Polish maid in to take a look. I fear they may have exchanged knowing glances about the mental equilibrium of her guest.
Whether that was the case or not, I was fairly crazy at the time, and I certainly did not manage to cement a lasting friendship.
That was the last time I ever saw G.R, though I followed her waning career with enthusiasm, always tending to think of her a little like an old friend.
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| Southampton arrival with 5th husband Bill Marshall |
The whole over-the-top entourage headed for the Savoy Hotel where Ginger was shown into her new digs, rebaptized the Ginger Rogers Suite. She remained in her six-room apartment there for over a month.
The exact same week found me arriving (via Reykjavik, Luxembourg and Paris) to make my life in London, fresh off Icelandic Airways, which in those days was pretty much the polar opposite of an ocean liner crossing.
I initially stayed at the Dorset Square, at that time still un inexpensive, exceedingly simple neighborhood hotel. It was there by the sheerest luck that I discovered directly across the square a grand, though tired Georgian mansion.
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| Gilbert, Dorset Square 1969 |
I rented an undistinguished room with an inefficient gas heater requiring a steady stream of sixpence pieces. It was there that my path sort of crossed that of Ginger Rogers.
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| Jon |
It was a union regulation that someone be present in each dressing room to make tea and sweep the floor. As it turned out, I didn't know how to make tea, and I was told not to bother with the broom. It was just one of those crazy union rules that required a presence. I loved every minute of my life in show business.
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| In rehearsal (Google) |
Ginger was the toast of London and "Mame" the flavor of the month. Though I frequently captured a glimpse of the aging star and occasionally caught bits of her conversations with others, our paths still didn't officially cross quite yet.
It was many months later, after having found employment at United Press International, that I actually had an unforgettable (for me, not for her) dinner-interview with the Academy Award-winning actress. It was at the then-trendy restaurant Inigo Jones, and I recall her ordering a "rare-rare" steak which she then proceeded to send back for being too rare.
I particularly remember her telling me that the "dear Queen" (she tended to overuse adjectives like "dear" and "sweet") had told her that she and her little sister Margaret had seen all of the Astaire-Rogers musicals as little girls in the palace projection room.
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| Ginger with Mom on opening night (Corbis Images) |
As an indirect result, I later found myself tete-a-tete with the actress at her luxurious St. Johns Wood apartment. For reasons which I will spare myself the embarrassment of explaining, she had invited me there for tea.
 |
| With Queen Elizabeth II and singer Tom Jones (Google) |
Whether that was the case or not, I was fairly crazy at the time, and I certainly did not manage to cement a lasting friendship.
That was the last time I ever saw G.R, though I followed her waning career with enthusiasm, always tending to think of her a little like an old friend.
To
watch a six-minute video of the title number of Mame as performed for
the Queen at the Royal Variety Performance in 1969, click on above
photo.
Your input is welcomed: frank.pleasants@libertysurf.fr
[Photos are mine, unless otherwise credited]
CROSS REFERENCING … a look at other postings
The Savoy Hotel was also featured in sidebar for blog No. 13, "Kaspar, the Savoy's Black Cat" Nov. 11, 2012; and blog No. 27, "Stompin' at the Savoy," March 8, 2013
(to access, click on above titles).
3 comments:
I love your mixture of the old and the new. Very enjoyable!
Great fun!
Historical magic, fascinating! Thanks, Frank.
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