Carole Lombard in Bolero 1934
As promised, more gratuitous shots of pre-code actresses in underwear. Here, Carole Lombard auditions to be George Raft's dance partner in Bolero 1934. Needless to say, she got the job.
posted by jtk at 8:34 AM
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Do we get to see George in his underwear?
Yes, I wonder how George managed to dance with so much clothes on.
George will never be shown in his underwear and has to keep his clothes on when he dances because, if old Hollywood legends are to be believed, he would have to be fitted with a specially made codpiece to keep from hurting himself, or anyone standing close by, for that matter.
Yes, I agree. As a girl, I'd rather see George in his underwear. He was one sexy bastard - phew! I think it was those scary eyes. Saying that, 1930s underwear would probably look a bit old man-ish today. I bet they go all the way up to a guy's armpits just like the trousers!
I note the photos are listed as #1-3, #5-9 and #11. Where are #4 and #10? (Carole in her underwear...ah, pre-Code!)
His eyes weren't the only things that were scary. For what it's worth, below is an article that elaborates further on on why George couldn't be shown in his underwear, especially if it did go all the way up to his armpits. From Mamie herself @ www.mamievandoren.com, the article (slightly censored) is reprinted here, for research purposes only.
PS - Being that “everyone got pretty well oiled” I can only assume that the ruler was indeed misread.
From www.mamievandoren.com: “My old friend, the late Forrest Tucker was rumored to have one of the biggest c$@#s in Hollywood. He was a tall, good-looking guy with blond hair and a great tan even in his mid-sixties, and it wouldn't have been surprising. Forrest and I were in a show back in the mid-1980's, and after a performance one night we took a limo to a Polynesian restaurant for drinks and dinner. On the ride to the restaurant, I asked him if all the rumors were true and he told me the following story.
Forrest and another actor were drinking at Slapsy Maxy's, a famous Hollywood watering hole back in the 1940's owned by the prizefighter, Slapsy Maxy Rosenblum. On this evening everyone got pretty well oiled and there was considerable bragging about sexual exploits. It finally got down to the size of their p#$!#$s. The argument got more and more serious, and by closing time, money started getting thrown on the bar and a sizable bet was made. Slapsy rummaged around under the bar and came up with a ruler, and the contestants unzipped to settle the matter then and there.
"I pulled mine out, Mamie," Forrest told me while the limo driver strained to hear from the front seat, and it was between eleven and twelve. I thought I had the bet won! Then this guy who could not have been more than five feet three or four hauled his out..."
He paused for effect. "And? And?" I asked.
"And it hung over the end!"
"Who was it, Forrest?" I asked.
He grinned. "Never underestimate those short guys. It was George Raft."”
Good catch...frame grabs #4 and #10 added.
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