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She had a basic love of herself and the love of her craft. There was nothing retiring about Agnes. She had an enthusiasm for many subjects…so many actors you have to hit them over the head to get a performance out of them. You didn’t have to kiss-ass with Agnes. —Paul Gregory
She was a brilliant actress and a brilliant teacher. She was so spiritual. We became very close friends and my fondest memory of Agnes would be of me calling her up and telling her to “light the fire”—she had this enormous fireplace and could literally stand inside of it—and then we would just kick off our shoes and talk for hours before this roaring fire. —Debbie Reynolds
Aggie was the most disciplined actress we ever met. She was the hardest working member of our profession. —Joseph Cotten
One of the best actresses in the world. — Orson Welles
Ginger Rogers at the 1971 Academy Awards
Ginger you’re so adorable!
Love this picture. Damn, Joan has some killer legs! I guess I should have noticed that in “The Women” when she and Roz were doing those ridiculous exercises, but I was too busy laughing to notice.
THE LEGSSS. Well, her mother insisted on being called “Gams” by grandchildren because of her legs. Maybe that’s where Joan gets it…
“I hope I`ll die on stage at the age at 105, playing Peter Pan.”
Happy Birthday, Joan Fontaine! ♥
Look how much she looks like Olivia on the top left!
Donna Reed and Jimmy Stewart in It’s a Wonderful Life, 1946.
Katharine Hepburn, senior at Bryn Mawr, in costume as “Pandora” in a 1928 outdoor production of John Lyly’s comedy The Woman in the Moon. Hepburn would later write in her autobiography, “Pandora was a great part. She played in different moods under the influence of different planets. I was warlike under Mars. Loving under Venus, etc., etc. Funny, tearful, etc. My father said that all he could see in that performance were the soles of my dirty feet getting blacker and blacker. And my freckled face getting redder and redder.”
She is indeed, most wondrous fair. Gold of sunshine in her hair, lips that shame the red red rose. In ageless sleep, she finds repose. The years roll by, but a hundred years to a steadfast heart, are but a day. And now, the gates of a dungeon part, and our prince is free to go his way. Off he rides, on his noble steed, a valiant figure, straight and tall! To wake his love, with love’s first kiss. And prove that true love conquers all!
The Strange Love of Martha Ivers (1946)