“She was a winner, Who became a doggie’s dinner…” — Nick Lowe
Would a dog loving movie star leave her pooch to starve?
Memorialized in Kenneth Anger’s Hollywood Babylon and in the eponymous pop song, Marie Prevost is best-known today as a overly-nasal actress who killed herself without anticipating that her pet dachshund would get hungry after days of not being fed.
It’s a memorable Hollywood fairytale, the falling movie star who killed herself in despair and ended up being consumed by her starving if reluctant pup. But is it true?
At the end of the 19th century, Mary Dunn was born in Canada and later moved to Hollywood with her family. As a young teen, the beautiful girl found success as a Sennett Bathing Beauty. (Other Sennett Bathing Beauties include Gloria Swanson, Mabel Normand, and Carole Lombard.) Mack Sennett changed her last name to the fancier, French-ier Prevost, and she went on to star in movies as an unflappable flapper and later a charming comedienne at Universal and Warner Bros. Her career spanned 21 years, during which she not only survived the transition to sound, but managed to make over 120 films!
Marie had the requisite bee-stung lips and perfect pouty insouciance to embody the 20s female ideal. She was featured on the first cover of The Flapper magazine, which asked readers:
“How do you like our girl on the cover? Some fascinating little minx, Marie Prevost, isn’t she? And who but she could assume such a fascinating pose?”
Marie as The Flapper Magazine’s first cover girl
Prevost flappered it up in lots of films, occasionally scoring a juicy lead, as she did in an adaptation of F. Scott Fitzgerald’s The Beautiful and the Damned (1923) where she had sufficient chemistry with her leading man to merit their marrying Kenneth Harlan the next year. She made three films with Ernest Lubitsch where his infamous “Lubitsch touch” was in full-effect in mischievous movies like The Marriage Circle (1924), where Marie once again got to play an impish, slightly risqué jazz baby who turns out to be a “good girl” in the end. She made films with other famous directors as well, including Frank Capra, Mervyn LeRoy and Cecil B. DeMille.
But in 1926, while starring in one of her six films with the original movie star Harrison Ford (you didn’t know there were two, did ya?), Marie’s mother died in a car accident. It hit Prevost pretty hard, and that, coupled with her divorce from Harlan, sent Marie straight to the bottle – and the fridge.
Her drinking and eating made her put on the pounds, and roles became harder to get. Too curvy to represent slim, flat-chested flapperdom (a trope that was losing steam, and steaminess, anyway), she was now primarily playing “blowsy tough dames” or the wisecracking sidekick to stars like Jean Harlow and Joan Crawford. She tried all kinds of crash diets with hopes of getting back in the game. In a 1936 New York Times article, “Sometimes They Do Come Back”, Prevost ‘s slide is evident:
“In the studio restaurant at Warners there is an “Old-Timers Tables” that is reserved, in tacit arrangement, for the group of former stars who like to talk over together their halcyon days. A few weeks ago, Marie Prevost sat down at the table. The siren of Mack Sennett days had been successful with a reducing course and had got herself a job as a contract player…She was put to work almost immediately, in a small part in The Bengal Tiger…Miss Prevost is unbilled in The Bengal Tiger: She has only three lines to say, and those short ones.”
Full-on Marie Prevost!
Prevost’s “reducing course” consisted of drinking and not eating. A star just a few years before, Marie was now an “old-timer” and a has-been who was subsisting almost solely on booze –and hope.
On January 23, 1937, neighbors in her rundown apartment building called police to complain about a dog ‘s non-stop barking. Inside, they found Marie dead. Initially diagnosed as having died of acute alcoholism, the major cause of death was actually severe malnutrition.
To get back into pictures once again, Marie had basically starved herself to death. She was only 38.
Though she ate one too many hot dogs, today it’s the appetite of a different kind of weiner dog that has put poor Marie into the Hollywood Hall of Infamy. Despite Nick Lowe and Hollywood Babylon, the truth is that her poor distressed pet was only trying to rouse his sleeping mistress. The police report clearly states that the dog “had chewed up her arms and legs in a futile attempt to awaken her.” In her obituary in the Los Angeles Times, January 24, 1937, the paper details the more poignant than putrid scene:
“Whining at the-bedside was her pet dachshund, Maxie, and teeth marks on the actress’ body indicated animal had tugged at his mistress in ant attempt to arouse her.”
In fact, one can plainly see from the photo in Anger’s book that Marie’s corpse is intact. (And as far as the accuracy of Nick Lowe’s song, he even misspells Marie’s name in title!)
Prevost died a pauper, with only $300 and a few IOUs made out to Joan Crawford, a pal from silent days who’d lent her some money. Marie was also remembered by other luminaries; stars attending her funeral included Barbara Stanwyck, Douglas Fairbanks Jr., Clark Gable, and her old boss Mack Sennett, and her destitution prompted Hollywood to form the Motion Picture Relief Fund and the Motion Picture Country Home and Hospital.
Marie was a lovely, talented woman who died not of despair but from the hope that fueled her starving for stardom. Her end is sad, not sickening, both for poor Marie — and poor Maxie.
“You can never be overdressed or overeducated.” – Oscar Wilde
I’ve heard some folks insist “Every day is Mother’s Day” but for me, October 17th celebrates an occasion I feel should not be relegated to just one measly day a year. I refer, of course, to “Wear Something Gaudy Day”.
October 17th is “Wear Something Gaudy Day”. I’m not making this up; seriously, it’s a thing. There are all kinds of holidays, most of which are pitched by people or organizations trying to help promote something. (All I had to do was write Chase’s Calendar of Events and BOOM! April 17th is now “Nothing Like a Dame Day” — my my blog’s “holy day.”) However, October 17th celebration of garish goodness is brought to you by 70s sitcom Three’s Company. One of the show’s not-part-of-the-three regulars, a character named Larry Dallas (that name tells you a lot about him, the show, and the 70s), declared a “Wear Something Gaudy Day”. Not sure how October 17th became that day, but one day’s as good as another. In fact, more days should be devoted to flashy dress. Or tacky dress, or ornate clothes or inappropriate duds or whatever get-ups get you going!
We all know clothes aren’t just there to cover up your private parts or keep you warm in winter. Fashion expresses who you are, what you value, who you want to be, how you want to feel. It’s there to make you feel good and make you you. Now, Merriam-Webster defines “gaudy” as 1) ostentatiously or tastelessly ornamented; or 2) marked by extravagance or sometimes tasteless showiness. But that is just some straight-up dumb dictionary haterade. This presupposes that showiness or ornamentation is tasteless, and that is just not so. Just ask All-Time Hall of Fame fashionistas like Diana Vreeland, Iris Apfel, Rita Lydig, Millicent Rogers, Carmen Miranda and Coco Chanel! I don’t about you, but I want to live in a world where kitschy clothes and over-the-top outfits are out. My 40s floor-length banana print gown shouldn’t only see daylight one day a year, neither should my 50s sequined cock fighting circle skirt or my 60s silvery mod go-go boots. They and I deserve to have fun all year round. So while some Jews are only observant on the High Holidays (Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur), when it comes to flamboyant fashion, don’t you just be occasionally ostentatious. Let your freak flag fly whenever the mood strikes you.
But for those who aren’t yet ready to let their inner diva have free rein whenev, this October 17th reach for something a little bold, a little crazy. Wear something so out there that it’s in – and tell anyone who looks at you sideways to lighten up on that shade because you’re observing “Wear Something Gaudy Day” and you’ve got a right to bear arms…stacked with bejeweled bangles. Hallelujah, let freedom bling! (And remember: Only 364 shopping days until next Wear Something Gaudy Day!)
This piece also appears on LikeaBossGirls.com
Adrienne and Stephanie Vendetti, rocking it like redheads!
Adrienne and Stephanie Vendetti are sisters, best friends, natural-born redheads — and as it turns out, natural born entrepreneurs. They’re real redheads with a real head for business, with their own company, How to be a Redhead.
The sisters co-founded their website, HowtobeaRedhead.com, to empower all their redheaded sisters with the motto, “ Red hair is more than a color, it’s a lifestyle!” Being a redhead myself, I wanted to learn not just about their business, but the business of being a redhead. (And believe me, it is a full-time job!)
Hi girls! Your tagline is that “Redhead is more than a hair color, it’s a lifestyle.” Just what makes redheads different, special, awesome <fill in your own adjective here>?
First and foremost, red hair IS different! So, that in itself makes a redhead very unique. Redheads cannot deny that their red hair gives them spunk, attitude, fierceness, and definitely some sassiness. Growing up, we were bullied for our red hair and Stephanie even dyed her hair blonde for many years. When we started How to be a Redhead (and Stephanie went back to her beautiful natural roots), we promised ourselves we would make the community a powerful source, something we wish we had when we were growing up. We get emails from girls every single day telling us, “Thank you for making me feel like my hair is awesome! I wouldn’t be able to go to school without your website.”
Historically, how have redheads been a special breed? Which classic redheaded icons are your faves, and why?
We grew up watching “I Love Lucy” with our grandmother, who was also a redhead. Lucille Ball was one of the first women (ever) to make red hair beautiful in Hollywood. We’ve always thought she started the trend. We also love Julianne Moore, Jessica Chastain and Amy Adams.
It’s funny, I became a redhead years ago, and I notice that a lot of my closest friends also happen to be redheads – either born that way or by choice. Coincidence?
It must be because you all love How to be a Redhead. Kidding!! But, with all seriousness, we hear this all of the time. We’re so happy red hair is now being embraced by society and people view it as beautiful. It really is the most stunning hair color in the world!
Hey! You left out some famous redheads from the classic silver screen! Rita Hayworth was one of movie’s supreme love goddesses of all time — and she had gorgeous long red hair. Then there was Clara Bow, the “It Girl”, maybe the screen’s first ever real sex symbol — and she had flaming red hair! To name a few! Anyway…I digress.
Tell us about your “Rock It Like a Redhead” events! I hear you have a Kickstarter campaign…
We’re so excited about our Kickstarter campaign! We bring our website to life with events called Rock it like a Redhead. Its mission is to empower every redhead to feel empowered, look amazing and rock their red hair. We had our 1st event in New York City in 2013 and it was such a big success. A truly magical evening. Everyone kept coming up to us at the events saying, “When are you coming to our city?” We knew right away. We have to do a tour. It took us 18 months of planning and we’re finally live on Kickstarter! We want it to be more than fundraising and sponsors, we want all of our followers behind the tour.
We made it so people can pledge anywhere from $1-$2,000. 2015 is going to be an amazing year. It’s the world’s first & only redhead beauty TOUR ever. We’re about to make some history!
The words “redhead” and “dame” just seem to go together. What similarities do the proverbial dame and the redheaded woman archetype have in common?
They definitely do! Redheads are true “Redhead Royalty”! This is why we have tank tops sold in our store with that slogan. HowtobeaRedhead.com is all about the redhead “damehood.” We’re rare and unique, and our hair color definitely gives us status.
For us older redheads out there (over 40), is there special advice or stuff you have just for us?
We get this question a lot and thanks to our team of writers, we’re able to reach all age demographics. For women over 40, we suggest the following beauty tips: wear lots of sunscreen, invest in a great depositing shampoo (we’re head over heals for the Davine’s line) and a great, deep red lip is always in trend.
Last but not least, I’m a redhead – what concrete steps should I take to “rock it like a redhead”?
Rockin’ it like a redhead is all about having confidence and loving who you are! We think you have it down pat
Aw, shucks, y’all.
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