ared another house, in Malibu. I remember those houses, the era, and a trip I made with Joanne and Paul, on their elopement to Las Vegas in 1958, along with the agent Ina Bernstein, the film producer John Foreman, the screenwriter Stewart Stern, and my then husband, the agent Jay Kanter.
We were friends in the 1950s, I told him, and Rosie was a bridesmaid at my wedding to Jay Kanter. We talked about how Rosie appeared to be such a straightforward, uncomplicated lil ole Kentucky girl, but how complex she really was: smart, funny, boisterous, blowing hot and cold with the ill winds o
most married, but was otherwise reluctant to speak about. And the late Sue Mengers, who started out as Jay Kanters secretary at MCAs New York talent agency and eventuallyafter becoming Hollywoods biggest ber-agent herselfhosted Gore at dozens of her dishy, intimate evenings at home. There was al
