So much to savor here: a pill-poppin', hair-hoppin', acid-droppin' Jayne Mansfield, blissfully unaware of where the hell she is - which can be the only reason she's agreed to be photographed next to her arch rival, Mamie Van Doren, reseplendent in the latest in cat fur fashion and the trendy mismatched-wiglet look. Tommy Noonan is doing his best Jackie Gleason impression, while gallantly focusing the attention on his lovely wife, Foopy.
Yes, Foopy.
As in, 'rhymes with Poopy'?
ReplyDeleteFoopy? Foopy Noonan? What the Hell does Foopy mean?
ReplyDeleteBut the *best* name for a woman of that era that I know of was Cookie Krupman. It just rolls off the tongue.
Good heavens!
I love Tommy Noonan ... "the poor man's Tom Ewell," as Mavis and I call him! I was just talking about him with Peter Marshall (yes, that Peter Marshall, of Hollywood Squares.) They tried to make a Martin and Lewis out of Marshall and Noonan briefly in the 50s. Suffice to say, it didn't work.
ReplyDeleteYou were just talking about him with Peter Marshall? Donna, I envy you.
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