“I still remember the scene: Zanuck owned this beautiful house on the beach at Santa Monica, and on entering you walked through the living-room. The butler took me to the pool, and Zanuck sat at the pool with his back to me.The butler said:"Mr.
“Well, there are more ways than one of getting close to your ancestors. Follow the old road, and as you walk, think of them and of the old England. They climbed Chillingbourne Hill, just as you. They sweated and paused for breath just as you did today.
Meet me in St. Louis, Louis,
Meet me at the Fair
Don’t tell me the lights are shining
Anyplace but there
We will dance the “Hoochie-Koochie”
I will be your “Tootsie-Wootsie”