It was the hottest show in town when
MAUREEN O’HARA Cuddled in ROW 35
By R. E.
ALMOST ANYONE who’s ever been to
the movies knows about Hollywood’s famous Grauman’s Chinese Theater. That’s where the stars
go to get their footprints recorded
in cement. That’s where
they stage some of movieland’s
But you’d have to be an usher
to get the real low-down on
what goes on in this
celebrated movie house. Garbed in your flashy uniform
and equipped wish your tiny flashlight, you’d
discover something to make your eyes pop. Because
Grauman’s is also the theater where
the stars go—not to watch the
movie but to bundle in the balcony. And the show that goes on in the back seats often beats
anything that’s flickering on the
No one can predict when an act
aisle is going to produce more steam than the advertised attraction.
instance, a gentlemanly assistant manager at Grauman’s didn’t give it a second thought one November
evening not so long ago when he greeted lovely, green-eyed Maureen
the head of the main aisle.
Usher Got the Shock of His Life
Escorted by a tall and handsome Latin
American, she looked as dignified
as a queen. Politely murmuring
that he hoped they enjoyed the picture, the
manager turned them over to an usher, who led them to their seats
toward the rear of
He’d had his share of troubles
couples in Grauman’s, but such a
problem never entered his mind
as he watched red-haired Maureen sweep down the aisle into the darkness.
O’Hara necking in a public theater? It
just couldn’t be.
He got the shock of his
life an hour later, though, when the usher in charge of aisle “C” came
rushing out to report that
there was a couple heating up the
back of the theater as though
it were mid-January. Easing down the aisle, he saw the entwined
twosome. It was Maureen and her
His eyes accustomed
to the darkness, he saw
even more than that.
Maureen had entered Grauman’s wearing
a white silk blouse neatly
buttoned. Now it wasn’t.
The guy had come in wearing
a spruce blue suit. Now he
wasn’t. The coat was off, his collar was
open and his
tie was hanging limply at half mast
in the steam.
Maureen Made Movie-Viewing History
Moreover, Maureen had taken the darndest
watch a movie in the whole history of the theater. She was spread across three seats—with the happy
Latin American in the middle seat
This is going to the
The assistant manager
coughed. Then he coughed again. For all the reaction he got from Maureen
and her rumpled boy friend, he could have
had double pneumonia.
What to do now? He was
embarrassed at the prospect of having to walk over and tell them to
break up the unadvertised love scene. On the other
hand, what they were doing threatened to short-circuit the air
Luckily, the area they
were capering in was surrounded
by a wilderness of empty seats.
Inspiration set in and he rushed back to the theater’s foyer for a
Then, groping his way down the aisle as though
searching for something, he kept flicking the light on the two
until Maureen suddenly sat up, snuggled
into one seat and the pair started
to watch the movie.
Well, that was enough of
that and the agitated assistant manager figured he’d seen the
such goings on, But was he wrong!
So far as Maureen was concerned, this was double feature night and she
giving away more than dishes,
manager had hardly returned to the candy stand out front
usher from aisle “C” was on his heels
with the breathless announcement, “They’re at it again!”
They Were Really in a Cloud
This time, when he went
to investigate, he found Maureen
occupying one seat—her boy
friend’s. That is, they were both
in it, and if she’d come to watch
a movie she was wasting a lot of time
and money. So was her sweetie. She
was sitting on his lap, facing the back of the
theater. Naturally, he couldn’t see through her.
neither seemed to mind. In fact, the kids were really in a cloud.
That was too much.
The assistant manager turned his
flashlight directly on Maureen and her Latin Lothario. Impaled
beam of light, they froze—right in the middle
of their clinch.
Flicking off the light, he marched
over to the
romantic duo and suggested, “Perhaps
it might be best if you
left the theater.”
Well, Maureen and
her petting papa were in no
position to argue. They did as
requested, but only after Maureen
borrowed the guy’s flashlight to help
her back seat buddy find a
diamond cuff link he’d lost during
their torrid session.
adjusting her blouse, Maureen
led the parade to the little
red sign marked “Exit.” And to tell the truth, the manager was sad to see
She Starred in Row 35
He’s seen Maureen in Grauman’s
since - on the screen, that is.
he can tell you there’s nothing
she ever did for the camera that can match her antics in Row 35.
Matter of fact, there’s something unfair about it. Because Grauman’s has
never even bothered to
immortalize Maureen in cement
outside the lobby. And her prints
should be there ahead of
Of course, we don’t
mean foot prints!