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Nobody’s Girl Friday
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Nobody’s Girl Friday
The Women Who Ran Hollywood
J. E. Smyth
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Oxford University Press is a department of the University of Oxford. It furthers
the University’s objective of excellence in research, scholarship, and education
by publishing worldwide. Oxford is a registered trade mark of Oxford University
Press in the UK and certain other countries.
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Printed by Sheridan Books, Inc., United States of America
In memory of Mary Caldwell McCall Jr. (1904–1986),
Ruth Elizabeth Davis (1908–1989),
and Barbara Pollut McLean (1903–1996)
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Nothing and nobody would take her place away from her. She was fighting
every minute of the time, and you gloried in her battle. She was a supreme
success; she knew it, we knew it. And the theaters reaped a golden harvest.
Hedda Hopper, 1949
CONTENTS
List of Figures ix
Preface xi
Notes 245
Bibliography 279
Index 287
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FIGURES
1.1 Bette Davis with mother Ruthie and sister Bobby, 1919 (Davis
estate, Boston University) 27
1.2 Davis with new friend Helen Hayes on the set of The Sisters,
1938 (Davis estate, Boston University) 32
1.3 Davis with Ed Sullivan receiving her “Queen of Hollywood”
crown, 1940 (private collection) 40
1.4 John Huston, stunned to read his orders to report for army
duty, with Olivia de Havilland and Davis, 1942 (private
collection) 42
2.1 Ida Koverman, MGM studio portrait by Clarence Sinclair Bull,
1930 (USC) 78
2.2 Glamorous executive Anita Colby with David O. Selznick, 1944
(private collection) 84
2.3 Colby on the cover of Time, 1945, flanked by her charges Shirley
Temple, Jennifer Jones, Ingrid Bergman, Joan Fontaine, and
Dorothy McGuire (private collection) 85
3.1 RKO Producer Joan Harrison, unimpressed by her Nocturne
writer, John Latimer, 1946 (private collection) 102
3.2 Harriet Parsons on the set of Night Song with mother Louella
and director John Cromwell, 1947 (private collection) 111
3.3 Parsons joins Teresa Wright and her mother on the set of The
Louella Parsons Story, 1956 (private collection) 117
4.1 Mary C. McCall Jr., 1932 (private collection) 124
4.2 McCall as Shakespeare, 1930 (private collection) 126
4.3 McCall taking a break with Dorothy Arzner and John Boles on
the set of Craig’s Wife, 1936 (UCLA) 129
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4.4 The women who made Craig’s Wife: Viola Lawrence, Rosalind
Russell, McCall, and Arzner, 1936 (AMPAS) 130
4.5 McCall with her alter ego, Maisie, 1942 (private
collection) 138
4.6 McCall with Eleanor Roosevelt, 1944 (private
collection) 140
4.7 McCall, aka “Sir,” as Screen Writers Guild president, 1951
(Writers Guild Foundation, Los Angeles) 149
5.1 MGM studio portrait of its two top editors, Margaret Booth and
Blanche Sewell, 1934 (private collection) 160
5.2 Barbara McLean, fresh from another Academy Award
nomination, 1938 (private collection) 169
6.1 Katharine Hepburn in Adrian and Barbara Stanwyck in Head,
1941 (Wisconsin Center for Film and Theater Research) 191
6.2 Dorothy Jeakins’s workbook for Joan of Arc, 1948 (Wisconsin
Center for Film and Theater Research) 203
6.3 Jeakins’s sketch for Shirley Jones in Elmer Gantry, 1960
(Wisconsin Center for Film and Theater Research) 205
7.1 Katharine Hepburn with Judy Garland and Billie Burke
at Ethel Barrymore’s 70th birthday party, 1949
(private collection) 232
7.2 Hepburn looking up at Spencer Tracy, Woman of the Year, 1942
(private collection) 235
7.3 Hepburn and Humphrey Bogart pulling an equal share of the
burden, The African Queen, 1952 (private collection) 236
E.1 Margaret Lindsay (standing) reads telegrams of congratulations
for Arzner, flanked by McCall, Arzner, and Francine Parker,
1975 (UCLA) 242
E.2 Carmen Zapata, Davis, Booth, and Ruth Gordon at the Women
in Film Crystal Awards, 1983 (private collection) 242
[x] Figures
P R E FA C E
This book was planned many years ago when I was a rebellious and unre-
pentant defender of the Hollywood studio system. Growing up, I spent
more time after school with Barbara Stanwyck and Ginger Rogers than
with my peers. I never took classes in film or media studies in college. Film
was an essential part of my life—I felt that it would have been as ridiculous
to take lessons in breathing. Behind the scenes, I wrote scripts, read old
Hollywood memos, and collected production material the way others did
comic books. Looking back, I can almost smile at that anxious, driven, dou-
ble life. I still felt some need to impress people back then.
I’ve grown out of it.
As a graduate student, I tried the odd film class and cringed when I read
Andrew Sarris and Laura Mulvey. Hollywood, for me, was always more than
male directors—and who said that you couldn’t identify with Errol Flynn
or Cary Grant as a girl or that studio-era Hollywood films always objectified
and punished strong women? Look at who’s writing, editing, and starring
in some of them occasionally, I grumbled under my breath, and you’d been
teaching us a different story—and maybe one that could be an inspiration
to girls and women today.
And so the idea for this book was born. I started off writing to Janet
Leigh, and, miraculously, she wrote back. She was fed up with people
wanting to interview her, only to ask about Orson Welles (Touch of Evil,
1958) and Alfred Hitchcock (Psycho, 1960). We met, and talked about her
“discovery” by colleague Norma Shearer, early career struggles, and com-
mitment to her work. Over the next decade, I would spend more time
in the archives, trying to reconstruct a picture of a film industry where
women remembered their points of view being taken seriously, fought for
and achieved a measure of success, and produced films with women pro-
tagonists. Acquaintances often asked why I didn’t look at contemporary
films. “Why bother?” I said. “Have you seen the kind of image Hollywood is
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pushing of women these days? Things were better for women in the studio
era.” They raised their eyebrows, skeptical. “I’ll prove it,” I promised.
Although I admired histories of the silent era by Cari Beauchamp that
recalled a period when women were a force in the industry, I didn’t like the
prevailing scholarly picture that was emerging: that as Hollywood matured
in the late 1920s and 1930s, women were forced out and disempowered,
visible only as actresses and, invisibly, as secretaries and seamstresses—
good little “girl Fridays” at their boss’s beck and call. When people did talk
about Bette Davis, they always skipped her off-screen life as president of
the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences and of the Hollywood
Canteen. I read about the blacklist, but no one ever mentioned Mary
McCall, except in footnotes when she was backing up the careers of male
screenwriters. Even the Writers Guild seemed to have forgotten about
their first female president.
Bob Sklar was a great source of encouragement in the early stages of this
project. He liked encouraging rebellions, and he was also one of the kindest
people I’ve ever met. I was struggling with a foreign university system and
a marriage I didn’t like. On one of my rare visits, the remains of lunch in
front of us, he just said, “Stop letting life get in the way.”
So, Bob, it took me a while, but I came back to the original plan.
Part of that original plan was to spend most of my life in film archives,
but I had two problems: I can’t eat scripts, and my job was thousands of
miles from Los Angeles.
Archivists and colleagues came to my rescue. I owe a lot to Ned
Comstock, Hilary Swett, Valerie Yaros, Joanne Lammers, Sharon Smith
Holley, Lisa Dosch, Pauline Wolstencroft, André Bernard, Heika Burnison,
Sarah Weinblatt, Amanda Stow, and Kristine Krueger for sending me
material. I remain grateful to Eric Hansen and Candace Bothwell for access
to Katharine Hepburn’s papers prior to her estate bequests. Hilary, J. C.
Johnson, Adriana Flores, Tal Nadan, John Leroy Calhoun, Laura La Placa,
Mary K. Huelsbeck, and Jenny Romero sustained me on my marathon trips
to the archives.
But I have to say a special thank you to Ned Comstock. I’ve known him
for nearly twenty years, and in that time I’ve benefited from his knowledge,
enthusiasm, generosity, and open-mindedness. When I’ve had to cancel
trips because I can’t get a babysitter for the kids, he sends me what mate-
rial he can. Ned gives the best presents—script memos for Christmas, New
Year’s clippings, and a Hollywood phonebook that absorbed me for weeks.
The person who says anyone is replaceable has obviously not met Ned. He is
one of a kind, and I will always associate him with library basements, boxes
of script memos, air conditioning, and the best-spent days of summer.
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I’m deeply grateful to Mary-David Sheiner and Sheila Benson for their
memories of their mother and access to the private papers of Screen
Writers Guild president Mary C. McCall Jr. It’s true they each have con-
trasting assessments of her (so different, their mother could be two differ-
ent women). Sheila’s childhood coincided with a period when “Mamie” was
one of the most visible and vocal women in Hollywood; Mary-David grew
up with her in the blacklist era, when she had more time on her hands to
read bedtime stories and cook.
But if my research on studio-era Hollywood women has proved anything
to me, it’s that these women were never easily described female “types,”
with all the traits fitting together like pieces of a jigsaw. How else could one
explain Hedda Hopper’s consistent support and defense of working women
in Hollywood—even Democrats like Davis, Ida Lupino, and McCall? That
really resonated with me. Whatever their political affiliations, women dur-
ing this era tended to support each other off-screen. Sometimes it was a
positive comment or celebration of a career move in a column; other times
it was recommending another woman for a job; sometimes they supported
each other on a committee, on a radio show, or in working together on
an enterprise such as the Hollywood Canteen. Certainly women com-
peted for jobs. Davis and Joan Crawford disliked each other; sisters Joan
Fontaine and Olivia de Havilland did feud. But too often, the media has
reduced women’s presence in Hollywood’s past to a series of catfights.
And, to paraphrase Davis, while the studio system was no place for sissies,
many women gave the industry credit as a space where they could thrive as
professional women.
I wasn’t taught this history, and I didn’t read it because it didn’t really
exist except in the archives and in dusty newspapers. I never heard about
Mary McCall until a few years ago. She was a workaholic, tough, articu-
late, charismatic, but also domineering and stubborn. She was a working
woman, a mother of four, and the creator of Maisie Ravier, the role Ann
Sothern made her own in 1939. When I first began to grasp McCall’s pub-
lic and private lives, I was astounded, but also felt that I had found an
ally who would have understood the challenges women of my generation
still face. I wish I could have told her that nothing in life has any business
being perfect. When you try being the perfect parent, very often you are
agonized to be away from what you feel most fulfilled doing—in McCall’s
case, writing and guild leadership. Motherhood is sometimes boring, and
marriage—well, show me a successful and fulfilled woman and I’ll show
you a woman who’s divorced or single! But colleagues can be even worse
than in-laws . . . It’s finding the balance. Whatever the contrasting per-
spectives of her children, McCall struggled and she did her best. Both
Preface [ xiii ]
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Mary-David and Sheila went on to make their own careers in the world
of film and television. They are a phenomenal family, and I hope that I’ve
done some justice to their faith in this book.
As far as I have been able, I’ve tried to give a full picture of women’s
lives during the studio era. Not just their studio careers, but also their
work in the guilds and unions, their interviews for fans, their political lives,
and their roles as wives, partners, and mothers. Like McCall, Bette Davis
worked hard in all her roles. Her son Mike Merrill gave me permission to
reprint images from his mother’s papers and was very encouraging with my
project. I am also indebted to Olivia de Havilland, Marsha Hunt, Samantha
Eggar, Peter Jeakins Dane, and the late Janet Leigh, Ann Rutherford,
and Noel Taylor for reflections on their careers and for being sources of
inspiration.
Gary Crowdus, Vera Dika, David Eldridge, Desirée Garcia, Mark Glancy,
Hannah Graves, Helen Hanson, Kristin Hole, Dijana Jelača, Julia Kostova,
Paula Massood, Nahid Massoud, Sarah Onions, Robert Rosenstone, Alvin
Sargent, Tom Schatz, Art Simon, and Tom Stempel have been great col-
leagues and friends. I am especially grateful to Tom Stempel for a copy
of his oral history with Bobbie McLean, certainly the best example of the
genre I’ve ever read. Thank you, Tom, for giving us such a lively portrait
of Hollywood’s “Editor-in-Chief.” But it’s so typical of the American Film
Institute that the only reason we have McLean’s oral history is because
it was to be a part of the Darryl F. Zanuck oral history project. Not that
I don’t like Zanuck; he hired McLean, after all! And Dorothy Spencer. And
Mary Steward.
Even when we’ve been thousands of miles apart, Cynthia and Ray
Lucia, Roy Grundmann and Mark Hennessy, Robin Vaccarino, and Donna
Vaccarino have been there with invaluable friendship, conversation, and
irreverent laughter. I look forward to the next time we can sit down and
have a drink and not look at clocks.
At first, my kids Zachary and Zoe did not want to talk about the book
at all. The trade-off was they loved Claudette Colbert and the Ale and Quail
Club, were thrilled when Bette Davis got rid of another dull lover (the quick
but often illegal way), and shared Kate Hepburn’s addiction to Mondel’s
chocolates and eyebrow-raising disdain for the idiots we can’t completely
get rid of in our lives.
The British Academy supported this project with—by their standards—
a small grant. The Writers Guild of America West, the Writers Guild
Foundation, and the guild’s women’s committee sponsored the articles,
exhibition, and screenings honoring Mary C. McCall Jr. in 2017. They also
let Sheila, Mary-David, and me sit down on a Beverly Hills stage and talk
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about McCall, careers, and motherhood. Hopefully now Madam President’s
name is a bit more familiar to the members, although I don’t see any McCall
biopic on the horizon at this point. If it happens, I hope to hell they have
enough sense to hire a woman to write it.
It’s been a true pleasure working with my editor, Norm Hirschy, and
the staff at Oxford University Press. And I want to thank my anonymous
reader whose encouragement and astute criticism helped shape the final
draft of the manuscript.
This book is meant to challenge and to inspire people who love Hollywood
and believe in gender equality. It targets the beliefs, reinforced in too many
histories and public comments, that feminism died between 1930 and 1950,
that women were not important within the Hollywood studio system and
had little creative control, that directors called all the shots, that the most
important Hollywood writer you should know about is Dalton Trumbo,
and that Katharine Hepburn is the best example of studio-era feminism.
On that last point—yes, sad to say, she admitted she was not a feminist.
Today, actresses such as Reese Witherspoon and Geena Davis are taking
Hollywood to task for its lack of substantial roles for women. Yet the focus
is still on actresses’ salaries and the number of women who direct pictures.
There was a time when Hollywood recognized and supported a collabora-
tive, creative environment and women achieved positions of power and
influence in the American film industry. Sadly, this disappeared with the
decay of the studio system. Even the memory of these women’s achieve-
ments has faded. The only historical period currently of any box-office
interest, the blacklist, has become a minifranchise enabling white males a
space to reenact heroic victimhood. The poor little dears.
Hollywood may be a bastion of male privilege these days. It may have
been for the past sixty-odd years. But there was a time when things were a
bit different.
Let me take you back to 1942 . . .
Preface [ xv ]
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Nobody’s Girl Friday
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INTRODUCTION
This industry is a generation ahead of the rest of the world in its attitude toward women
workers.
Julie Hunt, 19391
[Contents]
CHAPTER I. MOKUNA I.
RELATING TO NO KALAEPUNI.
KALAEPUNI.
Kalanipo and Kamaelekapu were O Kalanipo ka makuakane, o
the father and mother of Kamaelekapu ka wahine, o
Kalaepuni and Kalaehina. Kalaepuni ka mua o Kalaehina
Kalaepuni was the elder and ka muli, a o Holualoa i Kona,
Kalaehina was the younger. Hawaii, ka aina; o
They were born and raised in Keawenuiaumi ke ’lii o Hawaii ia
Holualoa, Kona, during the reign wa e noho ana. No Kalaepuni.
of Keawenuiaumi, king of He keiki kolohe loa ia a me ka
Hawaii. Regarding Kalaepuni: he makau ole, eono ona mau
was a very mischievous boy and makahiki, hoomaka oia e pepehi
one who was without fear. At the i kona poe hoa paani; mai laila
age of six he was able to whip all ka pii ana o kona ikaika a hiki i
his playmates and his strength ka iwakalua o kona mau
developed from that time on until makahiki. Lilo ae la o Kalaepuni i
he reached the age of twenty mea kaulana ma Hawaii a puni,
years, at which time Kalaepuni manao iho la ia e pepehi i na
became famous 1 over the whole keiki alii a pau loa o Hawaii, mai
of Hawaii for his great strength. ka mea nunui a ka mea liilii loa,
At twenty he determined to kill all a ka mea e omo ana i ka waiu.
the young chiefs of Hawaii, 2 [201]A o Keawenuiaumi hoi, aole
those who were of very high ona manao e pepehi, no ka mea
blood as well as those of low ua kokoke mai kona wa
blood, both big and small, even elemakule; nolaila, waiho wale
the mere sucklings. In his plan to kona manao ia Keawenuiaumi.
[200]kill all the chiefs he did not Aka, ua komo ka makau o
intend to kill Keawenuiaumi, Keawenuiaumi ia Kalaepuni, a
because, as he reasoned, manao iho la e mahuka mai na
Keawenuiaumi was already well maka aku o Kalaepuni.
on in years. But Keawenuiaumi 3
was afraid of Kalaepuni and he
made his plans to escape and to
get out from the presence of
Kalaepuni.
After they had been fishing for A pau ka lawaia ana, hoi aku la
some time they returned and lakou a pae ka waa ma
landed their canoe at Honaunau Honaunau, e ku ana he kumu
where a large kou tree was kou nui i laila, o ka nui o ua kou
standing. This was a very large la, ekolu kanaka e apo me na
tree requiring three men to span lima, alaila, puni kona kino.
its girth. Kalaepuni, however, Lalau iho la o Kalaepuni i ke
took hold of the tree and pulled it kumu kou a huhuki ae la, ua like
up by the roots 5 as though it was me ka mauu opala ia ia, ka
but a blade of grass, so maunu a uaua ole ke huhuki ae.
resistless was it. After pulling up Alaila, waiho iho la ia i kana
the tree he again boasted, olelo kaena, penei: “E hoolilo
saying: “I am going to turn my ana au i o’u mau lima i ko’i kua
hands into an axe for the cutting waa no Hilo.”
down of trees for canoes in Hilo.”
[Contents]
Legend of Kapakohana. Kaao no Kapakohana.