Rita Hayworth, 1940s

Rita Hayworth, 1940s

Rita Hayworth, 1940s

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Rita Hayworth relaxes in her pool, 1940s.
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Rita Hayworth relaxes in her pool, 1940s.

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Rita Hayworth relaxes in her pool, 1940s.

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Rita Hayworth with US ambassador Lewis Douglas attending the world premiere of Down To Earth at the Gaumont Theatre in London in the July of 1947.

Rita Hayworth with US ambassador Lewis Douglas attending the world premiere of Down To Earth at the Gaumont Theatre in London in the July of 1947.

Rita Hayworth with US ambassador Lewis Douglas attending the world premiere of Down To Earth at the Gaumont Theatre in London in the July of 1947.

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Gilda (1946)
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Gilda (1946)

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Gilda (1946)

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Rita Hayworth at home in Los Angeles, 1945
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Rita Hayworth at home in Los Angeles, 1945

indypendent-thinking:

Rita Hayworth at home in Los Angeles, 1945


The time, the mid- ‘forties; the place, the El Morocco and the girl- Rita Hayworth. One evening, the story goes, Hayworth came in and moved to her table, the focus of all eyes. Nearby a jealous rival turned to her roving-eyed escort and inquired what he saw in Rita. After all, Grable had better legs. He agreed. “Lamarr is much more beautiful.” He nodded. “Lots of girls have better bodies and Ginger is a better dancer.” “Yup.” “Besides,” the actress threw in caustically, “she wasn’t born a red head.” Still eyeing Rita at her table, he assented. “So,” she repeated sourly, “what’s so special about her?” He thought, then said: “I guess it’s the way it all hangs together.”

The time, the mid- ‘forties; the place, the El Morocco and the girl- Rita Hayworth. One evening, the story goes, Hayworth came in and moved to her table, the focus of all eyes. Nearby a jealous rival turned to her roving-eyed escort and inquired what he saw in Rita. After all, Grable had better legs. He agreed. “Lamarr is much more beautiful.” He nodded. “Lots of girls have better bodies and Ginger is a better dancer.” “Yup.” “Besides,” the actress threw in caustically, “she wasn’t born a red head.” Still eyeing Rita at her table, he assented. “So,” she repeated sourly, “what’s so special about her?” He thought, then said: “I guess it’s the way it all hangs together.”

The time, the mid- ‘forties; the place, the El Morocco and the girl- Rita Hayworth. One evening, the story goes, Hayworth came in and moved to her table, the focus of all eyes. Nearby a jealous rival turned to her roving-eyed escort and inquired what he saw in Rita. After all, Grable had better legs. He agreed. “Lamarr is much more beautiful.” He nodded. “Lots of girls have better bodies and Ginger is a better dancer.” “Yup.” “Besides,” the actress threw in caustically, “she wasn’t born a red head.” Still eyeing Rita at her table, he assented. “So,” she repeated sourly, “what’s so special about her?” He thought, then said: “I guess it’s the way it all hangs together.”

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Rita Hayworth
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Rita Hayworth