A couple of days ago my wife and I watched La Règle of Jeu(1939). Yesterday was the International Women’s day and I thought two actresses from this memorable classic need to be remembered . The first actress took the role of Genevieve de Marras the mistress of the Marquis of La Coliniere and the second played the lead role of Christine ‘l’etrangere’ wife of the Marquis.
The actress Mila Parély, of her true name Olga Colette Peszynska, died 16 January 2012 at the 94 years age, in Vichy, where she lived since about fifty years.
Of Polish origin, the actress born in Paris on October 7, 1917, had made her beginnings on the boards in 1932 and left it for love. At the 40 years age she became nurse to devote her life for her husband, the racing driver Scottish Thomas Mathieson, victim of a road accident.
In the mid 1930s Nora Gregor married the vice chancellor of Austria, fascist politician Prince Ernst Ruediger von Starhemberg, with whom she had a son, Heinrich (1934–1997). Falling foul with the Nazi regime in 1938, the Starhembergs emigrated to France through Switzerland, and her husband joined the Free French forces; cut off from their money and eighty family estates, they were supported for a period by Starhemberg’s close friend Friedrich Mandl, the Austrian armaments magnate. In 1942, the Starhembergs moved to Argentina.
Reportedly depressed since the beginning of her South American exile, Gregor committed suicide in Viña del Mar, Chile.
Rest in Peace and in grateful remembrance of making our lives a little sweeter.
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It was the silliest of times. It was the year of disasters; it was the year of economic meltdowns; and it was the year of the new Age cults who looked at the sign on the moon and said the earth was going to go up in flames from inside out.
One noon a clairvoyant monkey saw in a trance it as if he had seen it wide awake while he was in the middle of a feast. The Grand Priest Fox tried to make him admit he was perhaps wrong. You see if he let the monkey get away with it he would be made to look a fool. The monkey stood up and said,’I make a mistake? Impossible!’ All the animals yelled and said, ‘Monkey knows what he is talking about. His jargon is music to our ears.’ Before they pushed him out the Fox got up and said such a clairvoyant monkey who can catch straws out of wind and spin gold from it should be their head.
Thus Grand Priest Monkey took his office. The Fox was unhappy but he concealed his displeasure and watched the monkey for a chance to trip him up.
Just as he guessed the monkey was grabbing with both hands everything he could get free. No psychic session began unless he got some gifts from his callers.
One day the Fox let it out that there was a gold mine in the moon and if Grand Priest Monkey sprinkled holy water from the well the mine would open by itself.
The entire assembly went wild. ‘How shall we reach the moon?’
The former Grand Priest smiled, ‘I have a flask full of magic potion that fairy Fox- goddess left in my care.’
‘How shall we come down with all the gold?’
He looked at the Monkey and said to all, ‘Grand Priest Monkey with his powers would know how. As the former grand priest my powers of levitation can only take off. Relaunch and landing is in the control of the ruling Grand Priest.’
Poor Monkey he just quaked and said, ‘On second thoughts I am only a monkey.’
He just bolted rather than being kicked down the stairs by others.
The fox called,’Look out where you are heading. If your special powers are that of a monkey learn to be one.’
Those who act too big for their boots are likely to be clobbered by their own boots.
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