THE regulars at the MGM commissary are used to seeing beautiful girls for under those portals pass . . . on those chairs reside . . . and over those menus lean some of the loveliest girls in the world. To draw a thimble-full of attention from this crowd is praise indeed.
Arlene Dahl couldn’t have stirred up any more excitement if she’d been announced by a trumpeter. She was wearing a black dress with a deep-cut square neckline, matching black gloves, shoes and cartwheel hat. Fastened snugly to her narrow patent leather belt were two vibrant carnations—the exact shade as her hair.
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source: SCREENLAND MAGAZINE 1950
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