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Gary Cooper.
From time to time I'll return to the theme of "manly cheesecake" (as well as the female variety), but until then, I hope this sates your needs.
Next up is George Brent. Born George Brendan Nolan in County Roscommon, Ireland, Brent served as either a courier or a hitman (depending on who you believe) in the Old Irish Republican Army during the Irish War of Independence.
With regard to his acting, our good friend Zoe of The Big Parade nailed it when she described Brent as "the brick wall almost all the great actresses in Hollywood lent on." He signed with Warner Brothers in 1930 and served primarily as that studio's go-to guy when Bette Davis needed a leading man (they made a dozen movies together and were romantically involved for two years) but he also stood next to Barbara Stanwyck, Jean Arthur, Greta Garbo, Kay Francis—you get the picture.
Brent's career faded during the Second World War and he moved to television in the 1950s. He died of emphysema at the age of eighty.
Don't know whether Robert Montgomery qualifies as manly cheesecake now, but MGM certainly thought of him in those terms in the 1930s and cast him opposite Norma Shearer, Joan Crawford and Greta Garbo in dozens of movies.
You can read a bit more about him here.
Clark Gable, who needs no introduction ...
Olympic gold medal winner Johnny Weissmuller, star of a dozen Tarzan movies, including 1934's Tarzan and His Mate which featured Maureen O'Sullivan's infamous nude swimming scene. (O'Sullivan was actually doubled by Olympic swimmer Josephine McKim.)
"How can a guy climb trees, say 'Me, Tarzan, you, Jane,' and make a million?" Weissmuller later said. "The public forgives my acting because they know I was an athlete. They know I wasn't make-believe."
This is more like it, you're thinking. That's Cary Grant, of course, from the 1932 movie Madame Butterfly.
Katie-Bar-The-Door and I are back from the Land of Lincoln where we spent four days in Chicago, followed by a weekend in Springfield, visiting friends, museums, eateries, Wrigley, etc. I didn't announce the trip ahead of time—seems like an invitation to come rob stately Monkey Manor—but we're back and I'll be back to the serious business of blogging tomorrow.
In the meantime, I'll kick things off with a series of posts in honor of Thingy at Pondering Life who wants "manly cheesecake" on her dessert menu. I assume she's thinking more along the lines of Cary Grant, Clark Gable, Robert Montgomery and the like, and she's going to get all of those and more, but I'll start her off with a photo of one of the greatest of Americans, Abraham Lincoln, known affectionately in these parts as "Lucky Linky."
Gadzooks. There's a word you don't see much anymore. Remember when everybody used to say "Gadzooks!" when they were surprised, excited or irritated?
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