Betty ann davies biography of michael jordan
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The Lonely Life by Bette Davis ~ 1962. This edition: G.P. Putnam’s Sons, 1962. Hardcover.254 pages.
My rating: 7.5/10.
I’m not a particularly dedicated fan of Bette Davis, though I’ve liked what I’ve seen of her acting – films I can remember watching are Dark Victory, Now, Voyager, Whatever Happened to Baby Jane?,Death on the Nile, and of course, most memorably, that glorious 1950s classic, All About Eve. Probably a few others over the years. But I do like a good autobiography, no matter who it’s about, and this one passed the browse test recently and found its way home.
I’d wavered a bit on it, because of the price (let’s just say “not cheap”) but the bookseller kindly gave my a nice discount – without my asking, because I very seldom dicker, figuring most people in the used book business aren’t exactly getting rich. I already had a generous collection assembled on the front coun
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Written By: Daniel D'Addario
“There are not many actresses who will komma right out with the truth,” wrote LIFE’s Los Angeles correspondent Alice Crocker in notes accompanying a 1947 photoshoot, “when that means admitting a birthdate of April 5, 1908.” Bette Davis, frank and relatively unaffected throughout her career, was one of the few. Her freewheelingness and seeming lack of concern for her image shows through in this photoshoot, taken months after the birth of her daughter and three years before the first of her återkomster, as (ironically enough) a vain actress in the film All About Eve.
Davis in 1947 was not yet the hardened krigare of FX’s 2017 miniseries Feud (in which Susan Sarandon portrays the early-1960s Davis as a star fueled bygd nicotine and resentments, aware both of the ställning eller tillstånd she’s earned and how little it’s respected). These photos show someone fully in control of herself, but far more at ease than the Davis who
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Elizabeth Davies: True Olympic spirit shines in ’92 skating medalist
Everyone has their top Olympic moment.
It’s the one performance that stands out as a pure, unadulterated victory. Maybe your moment came when Mary Lou Retton took home gold in 1984. Maybe it was when Michael Jordan led the American “Dream Team” to victory in 1992.
Mine wasn’t even in the form of a gold medal.
It happened during the 1992 Olympics, in the final minute of figure skater Paul Wylie’s performance. Wylie was a lifelong bridesmaid, someone who was among top American skaters for the better part of a decade but whose career was considered to be in the past.
There was debate, in fact, over whether he should even be on the Olympic team. Some felt a younger skater should go in his place: Wylie already had his chance.
But this Harvard grad showed up big that night in Albertville, France. It was, without doubt, the best performance of his life. As his music climbed to its crescendo, the roar of applause thr