Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Hey pallies, likes I simply loves to read more and more affirmations 'bout our wise and wonderful Dino. Today's Dino-tale comes from the blog pad of the New York Post where correspondant Miss Susannah Cahalan reviews a posthumously published memoir of Hollywood publicist Mr. Jay Bernstein. This tell-all bio shares many a story of the Hollywood elite, includin' one shared below 'bout Frank Sinatra.
You can draw your own conclusions 'bout Mr. Sinatra's behavior, but likes of course, I share it with all of you 'cause this vignette simply shares our most beloved Dino's magnificant response to Sinatra....again showin' what an amazin' man of honor our amazin' Dino is. It is in readin' such Dino-reports that I simply gain more and more respect for our main man...and simply wants to be more and more like him.
ilovedinomartin sez our thanks to Miss Susannah Cahalan for reviewin' the Jay Bernstein bio for the New York Post and bringin' this extraordinary story of our extraordinary Dino to light for all us pallies to grow in our keen Dino-knowledge and
deep Dino-devotion. To view this in it's original format, and to read the entire review, just clicks on the tag of this Dino-message. Dino-awed, DMP
Dish upon a star
A legendary Hollywood manager on the careers he made and lost
By SUSANNAH CAHALAN
Posted: 10:22 PM, October 8, 2011
He made people stars -- even if it meant lying, cheating and paying people off to throw panties on stage.
Hollywood publicist Jay Bernstein molded Tom Jones into a sex symbol by hiring women to throw hotel keys and underwear at him and bribed a boxer to club Sammy Davis Jr. in the face to toughen up his image. He told the press that he took out a $2 million insurance policy on TV show host Mary Hart’s legs, but never did. All in the name of show business.
Bernstein, who carried jeweled canes and .38 caliber guns, was as known for making the careers of sex symbols Farrah Fawcett and Suzanne Somers as he was for driving them crazy. By the end of his career, Bernstein was blacklisted by the industry and fired by 600 of his clients.
Publicist Jay Bernstein helped make Farrah a pinup, paid women to throw underwear at Tom Jones and was chased around by Jayne Mansfield.
Bernstein passed away in 2006 from a stroke at 68, but his stories live on in his pull-no-punches memoir, released posthumously this month by friends. The result is a dishy tell-all from the grave, including:
Aboard his private plane after being serviced in public by a chorus girl, Sinatra called out for a hard-boiled egg. Frank cracked one hard on the top of his diamond ring. The egg was raw.
“Frank exploded with the lightning flash of an atom bomb. He leaped out of his seat like a jack-in-the box, spun [the man who gave him the egg] 180 degrees, wrapped his arms around the man’s shoulders and started shoving him down the aisle, screaming obscenities. “You’re out of here! Somebody open the f---in’ door.”
He was seriously threatening to throw the man out of the plane.
Suddenly Dean Martin, the voice of reason, was in the aisle and blocked Frank’s path. “You’re not throwing anybody out, Frank,” Dean said.