"She's been drinking from the Fountain of Youth, that girl"
It had been a bad couple of days for Claudette Colbert, and even this most unactressy of actresses was suffering an attack of nerves. On the morning of the day her new play, a suspense comedy titled A Talent for Murder, opened in Washington, D.C., the fire alarms rang in her hotel and everyone was ordered to flee the building. She scurried around, picking up valuables and trying to coax Bijou, the cat, from under the bed. By the time Bijou was out, the gongs were silent false alarmbut the damage was...
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