The Last Days of Marilyn Monroe (28 page)

Kazan was also interested in her sex vibrations, and he later acknowledged that he had an affair with Marilyn after his friend Arthur Miller returned to New York.

When Marilyn had signed with Fox, she insisted that the contract include a provision for Natasha Lytess, who was put on salary at the studio as a drama coach. Lytess guided Marilyn through her brief role in
Let's Make It Legal
, which was filmed in April. Though the film was a flop, Marilyn was not. She was luscious and vivacious and knew how to get laughs. Though her special appeal was still lost on Zanuck, the public was beginning to keep an eye out for her.

With her steady income, Marilyn became generous to a fault. She paid for Lytess's expensive dental bills and helped her buy a house on Rexford Drive in Beverly Hills. Marilyn sold the mink stole Johnny Hyde had given her to help make the down payment. In the fall of 1951, when the studio option was renewed and her paycheck rose to five hundred dollars a week, Marilyn hired business manager Inez Melson to look after her finances and take care of her mother, who was transferred from the state institution in Norwalk to the more comfortable country-club atmosphere of Rockhaven Sanitarium in Verdugo, California. A portion of Marilyn's income was set aside each month toward her mother's care, and Inez was appointed the conservator.

Hiring a private investigator, Marilyn tracked down her father, Stan Gifford. She hadn't spoken to him since he hung up on her in 1944. Her father had retired from Consolidated and purchased a dairy farm in Hemet, a desert community south of Riverside, where he lived with his third wife and several children.

Marilyn hoped her father would be happy to hear from his daughter. Driving out to Hemet with Marilyn, Lytess had a foreboding that Stan Gifford wouldn't necessarily be overjoyed by a visit from his illegitimate daughter—even if she happened to be Marilyn Monroe.

“You could be hurt by this,” Lytess tried to warn her.

“After all these years, I'm sure he's not the same man who walked out
on my mother and refused to talk to me,” Marilyn responded. “You agree that I must see him, don't you? Tell him who I am and everything?”

Believing that Marilyn was determined to see her father in any case, Lytess remained silent and made no further attempt to dissuade her.

Stopping at a gas station near Riverside, Lytess persuaded Marilyn to telephone first, reminding her that Gifford was a married man with children: “You can't just arrive without calling,” she advised. As Marilyn dialed the number written on a scrap of paper she held in her trembling hand, Lytess said a silent prayer.

Mrs. Gifford answered the phone. She wanted to know who was calling.

“This is Marilyn…the little girl he knew years ago—Gladys Baker's daughter. He's sure to know who I am.”

Marilyn was asked to wait, and Lytess observed her trembling in silence, her head thrown back with her eyes closed in the pain and anxiety of the emotional wound endured for a lifetime.

Mrs. Gifford returned to the phone with the message, “He doesn't want to see you. He suggests you see his lawyer in Los Angeles if you have some complaint. Do you have a pencil?” Marilyn slowly hung up and walked back to the car and slumped over the wheel in tears. There was nothing Lytess could say or do that could comfort her.

Gifford's stepdaughter, Susan Reimer, now a nurse in Hemet, was nine years old at the time and vividly recalls the incident when Marilyn called the house in 1951. It caused a furor, and when she asked her mother about the caller, she was told, “We're not supposed to tell. It was Marilyn Monroe.” Susan's half sister Lorraine stated, “I heard all my life that Stan was Marilyn's father. It's something the family always talked about. It was always told to me as fact.”

On the long drive back to Los Angeles, Marilyn remained locked in a brooding silence.

T
o the surprise of Darryl F. Zanuck, Marilyn's bit parts and cameo roles brought her a flood of fan mail—over three thousand letters each week. But it was when she made her entrance into the 1951 20th Century-Fox sales convention that she crossed the threshold of stardom.

The sales and publicity forces had gathered in the Café de Paris to mingle over cocktails with Fox executives and the studio's stable of stars—Tyrone Power, Betty Grable, Gregory Peck, June Haver, Susan Hayward. But the salespeople were looking out of the corner of their eyes for Marilyn Monroe.

She made a calculated late entrance, and all eyes were riveted on her as she paused in the doorway, breathtaking in a strapless black cocktail gown. The room became silent, and in that hushed moment the president of 20th Century-Fox, Spyros Skouras, felt the vibrations and heard the melody of cash-register bells. Skouras insisted that Marilyn sit next to him at the executive table. Zanuck issued orders the next day that Marilyn Monroe be given the star treatment. Philippe Halsman photographed her for
Life
, and she soon appeared in
Look, Colliers
, and
Quick
as Hollywood's new anatomic bombshell.

Earlier in the year, Marilyn had been loaned out to RKO to play a supporting role in an adaptation of Clifford Odets's play
Clash by Night
. Starring Barbara Stanwyck and Robert Ryan, the film was directed by the formidable Fritz Lang. Natasha Lytess recalled that Lang made Marilyn so nervous that she'd throw up before each scene and red blotches blossomed on her face and neck. Lang hadn't wanted Lytess on the set, but Marilyn insisted. “She fought Lang to have me there,” Lytess remembered. “I was glued to her, working in her tiny dressing room all day long. She was so nervous, she missed some of her lines, and then Lang took her on like a madman.” Marilyn was shivering with fright, and only her iron will and determination to succeed got her from the dressing room to the bright lights in front of the camera.

When
Clash by Night
was released in 1952, Marilyn received favorable notices. In the
New York World-Telegram
Alton Cook proclaimed, “Marilyn Monroe is a forceful actress, a gifted new star, worthy of all that fantastic press pageantry. Her role is not very big, but she makes it dominant.”

Having seen the rough cut of
Clash by Night
, Zanuck tested Marilyn for the lead in
Don't Bother to Knock
. “I didn't think she was ready for so demanding a role,” Lytess stated, “but she made such a beautiful test that even Zanuck had to write her a glowing note.”

Marilyn played a psychotic baby-sitter who threatens to kill her bratty ward at a downtown New York City hotel, and her career could have been easily scuttled by this mediocre melodrama. But from her first appearance through the revolving door of the hotel, there was something captivating about her that sailed high above the murky script. There were intricate prisms of nuance to her portrayal of a psychotic woman who has been emotionally broken by tragic loss.

But just as Fox was preparing to release Marilyn's starring vehicle, the executive offices received the news that the photograph of the entrancing nude popularized on the widely circulated calendars of the Baumgarth Company was a photo of their new star. Marilyn was summoned to the front office by Harry Brand, head of publicity, who demanded to know if the story was true. When Marilyn admitted it was, Brand screamed, “How could you do such a thing! Don't you know how offensive this is to the public? This could ruin your career if it comes out, don't you know that?”

“Well,” Marilyn began to sob, “I needed the money, and I di-didn't think I'd ever be identified.”

“There's only one thing to do,” Brand exclaimed. “Deny it! You never
posed for any calendars, understand! Just stick to your story and we may get out of the woods!”

As Brand slammed the door behind her, Marilyn began to panic. She didn't want to lie, nor did she want to lose her career. Telephoning Sidney Skolsky to ask his advice, she sobbed, “I'm so mixed up and scared, Sidney. I don't really feel ashamed. I didn't do anything so b-bad, did I? I needed the money to get my car back. I wouldn't have done it if it was bad. They're trying to make me feel ashamed but I'm not. What should I do?”

“Just tell everybody what you just told me,” Sidney advised, “and you've solved your problem.”

Marilyn disclosed the simple truth to UPI reporter Aline Mosby, and the story broke on March 13, 1952. It was picked up by almost every newspaper in the United States. To Brand's amazement, no civic, pious, or public guardian of morality denounced the Monroe calendar. It was generally perceived as a lovely photograph of a naked Venus, and those who may have found it immodest didn't find it offensive. Fox's publicity department was deluged by requests for a copy of the calendar, and crowds stood in line to see the naked Venus perform in RKO's
Clash by Night
. Marilyn soon began to receive star billing above Barbara Stanwyck on the theater marquees.

“Success came to me in a rush,” Marilyn said. “It surprised my employers much more than it did me…. I knew what I had known when I was thirteen and walked along the sea edge in a bathing suit for the first time. I knew I belonged to the public and to the world, not because I was talented or even beautiful, but because I had never belonged to anything or anyone else. The public was the only family, the only Prince Charming and the only home I had ever dreamed of.”

She soon found her Prince Charming.

“Miss Monroe, this is Joe DiMaggio,” said David March, a friend of hers and DiMaggio's who had set up a blind dinner date at the Villa Nova on the Sunset Strip.

“I'm glad to meet you,” DiMaggio said with a warm smile.

Marilyn recalled that she thought she was going to meet “a loud, sporty fellow.” Instead she found herself smiling at a reserved gentleman in a gray suit, with a gray tie and a sprinkle of gray in his hair. “We smiled and sat down next to each other at the table,” Marilyn remembered, “and hardly said two words to one another. There was no denying I felt attracted, but I couldn't figure out by what. Somehow he was exciting. The excitement was in his eyes. They were sharp and alert.”

When it was time to leave the restaurant, DiMaggio turned to Marilyn
and explained that he was just a visitor in Hollywood and didn't have a car. “Would you mind dropping me at my hotel?” he asked. As she drove DiMaggio to the Hollywood Knickerbocker, Marilyn began to get anxious when she realized that Joe DiMaggio might be stepping out of her life when they arrived, and she'd never know what had attracted her to him. She slowed her car to a crawl as the hotel came into view, and Joe spoke up just in time.

During the filming of
Monkey Business
, which costarred Cary Grant, Marilyn began suffering abdominal pains and was running a fever. Diagnosed with appendicitis, Marilyn checked into Cedars of Lebanon Hospital on April 28, 1952, to have her appendix removed. In the operating room the surgeon was amazed to find a handwritten note taped to her abdomen:

Mobbed by the press when she left the hospital several days later, she relied on Whitey Snyder to make her look the picture of health. It was then that she exacted Whitey's promise to make her up for her funeral, if she should die.

In May she recuperated at her new apartment on the corner of Doheny Drive and Cynthia Street, where DiMaggio was a frequent visitor. The press was soon on to the budding romance between two of America's most publicized celebrities. It was a match made in movie-mogul heaven, and Zanuck didn't hesitate to renew Marilyn's option, which raised her salary to $750 a week—one of the lowest salaries paid to an important star. Marilyn was already scheduled to film
Niagara
with Joseph Cotten, and it was announced on her birthday that she would have the plum role of Lorelie Lee in the musical comedy
Gentlemen Prefer Blondes
. Originally planned for Betty Grable, the part went to Marilyn because of her increasing box-office draw.

On her way to the
Niagara
location in Buffalo, Marilyn visited Joe DiMaggio in Manhattan, sparking rumors of their romance. But at the time he wasn't Marilyn's only romantic interest. She was also having an affair with Nico Minardos, a young Greek actor she had met at Fox, and she frequently saw Bob Slatzer. When Marilyn flew to the
Niagara
location, she called Slatzer and suggested he meet her. When he arrived, he found that Marilyn had arranged accommodations for him in the choicest room at the hotel—the one next to hers.

After celebrating their reunion with several glasses of champagne, Slatzer recalls Marilyn giggling, “Wouldn't this be a wonderful place to get married? We wouldn't have to go to Niagara for our honeymoon because we're already here!” Very much aware of her romance with DiMaggio, Slatzer wondered if it was just the bubbles talking. After several more glasses of champagne, they decided to go ahead with the honeymoon, and talk about marriage later.

When
Niagara
finished filming, Slatzer and DiMaggio both followed Marilyn back to Hollywood. “I saw Marilyn as much as DiMaggio did,” Slatzer commented. “When he was out of town I saw her practically every night. Sometime I'd be at the apartment when DiMaggio would phone, and there were times when I would call late at night and DiMaggio would be there—then she'd call back sometimes at three o'clock in the morning, and say, ‘Bob, I can talk now.'”

Dorothy Kilgallen picked up on Marilyn's affair with Slatzer, and wrote in her column of August 16, 1952, “A dark horse in the Marilyn Monroe romance derby is Bob Slatzer, former Columbus, Ohio, literary critic. He's been wooing her by phone and mail, and improving her mind with gifts of the world's greatest books.”

Three weeks later, Kilgallen invited Slatzer to do a guest column about
Marilyn, and on September 12 his column appeared under Kilgallen's “Voice of Broadway” byline. Slatzer wrote of supplying Marilyn with literary classics in her quest for knowledge.
Confidential
followed up with a cover story on Slatzer's romance with Marilyn. “DiMaggio was jealous,” Slatzer said, “and Marilyn told me she couldn't see any way she could be happy with him, because he was always so jealous. Not only over me—he would become jealous of anyone she paid attention to. If someone asked for an autograph or took her picture, he'd get bent all out of shape and give her hell. Back in the fall of 1952, I'd never have thought she'd marry him.”

Slatzer claims she decided to marry him instead.

After a long night of talk and champagne, Slatzer and Marilyn headed for Rosarita Beach, just south of the Mexican border. Stopping at the Foreign Club in Tijuana for a few more drinks, they suddenly decided to get married. Finding a lawyer who performed marriages, they were told to come back in an hour. On the Avenida, they encountered Kid Chissell, who had loaned Slatzer and Marilyn his car on their first date in 1946.

“It was pure chance,” Chissell said. “I was down in Tijuana with an old navy buddy, and I saw Bob and Marilyn coming out of a shop. I gave him a shove and he swung around, looking mad. When they realized who I was, we all laughed, and they said, would I be their witness at the wedding?”

Chissell recalled that Marilyn wanted to visit a church before the ceremony, and they went to a nearby Catholic church off the main street. He remembered seeing Marilyn cover her head with her sweater and light a candle near the altar. Afterward they went to the lawyer's office, filled out the forms, and were married.

On the way back from the border, the champagne bubbles began to burst. Marilyn was having second thoughts. When Slatzer turned the car radio on to hear some music, there was Joe DiMaggio announcing the World Series, and Marilyn began to cry. When they got back to Hollywood, Marilyn decided she had made a mistake. The next day they returned to Tijuana and bribed the lawyer to tear up the marriage certificate, which hadn't yet been officially filed. Bob and Marilyn had been married on Saturday, October 4, 1952. By Monday the marriage had ended. Actress Terry Moore, who knew Marilyn well during her years at Fox, stated, “I remember very well her being excited about going out with Bob. She wanted so much to have culture, and she respected Bob because he was well-read. She did tell me she had married him, right after they
did it.” Interviewed by Anthony Summers in 1982, Kid Chissell also confirmed his involvement as a witness on that wedding day.