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The Secret Lives Of The Ziegfeld Follies, 'The Most Beautiful Girls In The World

 

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On July 8, 1907, a glitter-covered juggernaut was set loose on the world as producer extraordinaire Florenz Ziegfeld premiered his latest theatrical work on a New York rooftop.

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The Ziegfeld Follies was a musical revue that would change the face of theater with a level of spectacle never before seen, songs from the likes of Irving Berlin and Gershwin, elaborate costumes and scenery, and of course...the Ziegfeld Girls.

The Ziegfeld Girls were the main attraction. Row after row of talented and beautiful women, intricately dressed in the most dazzling of costumes, all dancing and singing in perfect synchronization. They were an immediate public obsession and were dubbed "THE MOST BEAUTIFUL GIRLS IN THE WORLD."

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But who were these girls, and what happened to them after they were the most "beautiful girls in the world"? Well, let's take a sample of three women whose lives after Ziegfeld were sexy, scandalous, tragic, and in one case…Nazi-ridden.

PEGGY HOPKINS JOYCE

If you Google "Peggy Hopkins Joyce," two words will immediately pop up: Gold digger.

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I know, right?! An ex-showgirl turned gold digger — it’s like a room of monkeys all hit typewriters at the same time and came up with the world's most stereotypical story! So it’s safe to say I don’t buy into the whole "gold digging hoe" thing. Did Peggy marry for money? Errr yeah, for sure! Several times — hell, she claimed to have been engaged 50 times!!!

But she was also one of the most entrepreneurial, hilarious, and full-of-life women that ever called herself a Ziegfeld Girl.

fyeah4 3e995Introducing Peggy Hopkins Joyce (and her pint).

 In 1915, Peggy turned up in New York on the hunt for fame. She was already two husbands deep -—one a bore she married as a teen who just wasn’t cool with her having all the affairs, the other, a Washington society lad who just couldn’t keep up with her.

Florenz Ziegfeld spotted Peggy performing and immediately hired her. The press went mad for the twice-divorced runaway bride, and she took advantage of her new fame by securing herself lucrative film roles.

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 In 1920, Peggy married hubby number three, millionaire Stanley Joyce. In case there was any confusion on why she married him, Peggy locked herself in the bathroom on their wedding night and refused to come out for anything less than $500,000…Unsurprisingly, the marriage was short-lived, but the divorce made her a tabloid sensation!

Now Peggy owned that shit. Seriously, she had Kardashian levels of brilliance for maintaining a career based on doing absolutely nothing. And say what you will, but it takes a lot of business intellect to pull that off! And so, Peggy became one of the worlds first international fashion icons; the papers were bursting with her sexual exploits and daily scandals.

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In 1924, she was married again (no I don’t know either) to Swedish noble Count Karl Gustav Morner. The marriage lasted two whole months.

By this tim,e Peggy had also had affairs with Charlie Chaplin, a Greek prince, and MGM heavyweight Irving Thalberg. A man had legitimately killed himself after she refused his proposal, and her name was public shorthand for misdeeds. Irving Berlin and Cole Porter wrote songs about her!

Peggy was bigger than ever and she kept capitalizing on her fame, starring in films and stage shows.  

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In 1945, she married husband number four, generating even more press after she announced would be omitting the word "obey" from her vows (pause for applause). Though the marriage got press…it didn’t last (is it a shock at this point??).

But in 1953, Peggy married, for the sixth time, to Andrew C. Meyer, a former bank teller who she’d met when he worked in her local branch. This time, the marriage actually stuck! Peggy settled down with her partner, living in relative obscurity until her death in 1957.

But that wasn’t the last of Peggy Hopkins Joyce.

You might have heard of a little film called Gentlemen Prefer Blondes. Yeah, Peggy is the inspiration for the Marilyn Monroe character, Lorelei Lee.

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OLIVE THOMAS

Olive Thomas was to be the first in what would be a long line of starlets — beautiful, young, talented, on the cusp of truly iconic fame when she died a horrible, tragic and deeply suspicious death.

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 Olive worked as Ziegfeld Girl following success as a model. She rose to become one of the follies breakout successes, starring in a risqué (read, topless) spin-off show, Midnight Frolic, and even had an affair with Florenz Ziegfeld.

In 1916, she moved from stage to screen, taking her talents to a Hollywood and becoming one of silent film's most hotly tipped starlets, known for her champagne habit and sultry film presence.

That same year, Olive met Jack Pickford, younger brother to silent film icon Mary Pickford. The pair bonded over a lust for life and dancingm with Olive saying, "We got along so well on the dance floor that we just naturally decided that we would be able to get along together for the rest of our lives."

By October 1916, they were married. Now far be it from me to say marrying someone based on their fancy footwork isn’t necessarily the best idea, but shit went downhill real quick.

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 Olive and Jack spent most of their time fighting. Jack didn’t let the ring on his finger stop him for sleeping with anything that moved. He contracted syphilis and probably passed it to Olive

Just four years into their marriage, Olive and Jack were on the rocks. So, they hot-footed it to Paris for a make-or-break second honeymoon…where things just went from bad to worse.

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Olive and Jack rolled back into their hotel in the early hours of the morning after indulging in some Parisian nightlife. Jack claimed he was in bed when he heard a scream and crash of glass from the bathroom. He rushed in to find Olive on the floor, an empty bottle of mercury bichloride beside her. Jack told police that Olive must have thought she was taking sleeping pills and instead taken his syphilis medication (mercury was a popular medication for the STI).

Now, there’s no coming back from mercury poisoning, a well-known fact in the 1930s (after all, it was a popular medicine for STIs!). Yet Jack forced eggs, milk, butter, and glass after glass of water down Olive, all in what he claimed was a vain attempt to save her. Sadly, this wasn’t the case and Jack's efforts left Olive in agony and burned out her vocal chords…so she couldn’t say what had happened.

A week later, Olive was dead. 

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Olive was buried on September 29, 1920, with a champagne glass in her hand. A swarm of fans mobbed the funeral, in floods of hysterical tears, fainting at the sight of Olives coffin. It was a spectacle that had never been seen before, but one that would soon become what Hollywood was notorious for.

As for Jack, he married again. Twice in fact! Both were Ziegfeld Girls — he had a type.

But he never got away from the rumor that he had in fact murdered Olive, frying her vocal chords to prevent the truth from ever coming out.

MONA PARSONS

Compared to the other Ziegfeld girls, Mona was pretty overqualified with years of dramatic training under her belt and lofty dreams of becoming a "serious actress." Still, she worked hard, hopeful that being a Ziegfeld Girl was just the stepping stone to her becoming the theatre world's most adored leading lady. 

But years later she was still there, in the back and no closer to swapping sequins for Shakespeare.

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 Then in 1930, Mona’s mum died. To make matters worse, she was turning the dreaded 3-0, which in Ziegfeld's world was a sure sign your P45 was on its way. And so Mona decided her theatre dreams were just that, dreams. She packed up her tap shoes, met a nice man, got married and quietly moved to Amsterdam.

The end, right?

Nope!

Because Nazis!!!!! 

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In 1940, the Nazis occupied Holland and Mona found herself living under Nazi rule.

Not ideal.

Doubly not ideal if, like Mona, you’re Canadian, and therefore a British subject.

Unsurprisingly, Mona’s husband wasn’t a huge fan of his wife staying in Holland. He wanted her to flee to safety. Mona disagreed. She was already in danger, so why not go all in?

Her husband supported her decision, and together they worked tirelessly to help countless allied soldiers flee Holland, sheltering them in their huge house and then smuggling them across the border at night.

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Things went smoothly until late 1941, when Mona returned home to find a bunch of SS hanging out in her house. Somehow, she managed to get a message to her husband, telling him to get the fuck out of dodge. With her husband safe, Mona was on her own with a ton of SS. It was time to put those acting chops to use and perform the greatest role of her life — convincing the Nazis of her innocence.

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It didn’t work.  

In December 1941, Mona was put on trial — a trial which took place entirely in German, which Mona didn’t speak. But she knew enough to know what "todstrafe" meant... death sentence.

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Mona appealed the sentence, and so she spent the next few years languishing in some of Europe's worst prisons. While waiting in a train station to be transported to yet another prison, Mona noticed a pale and deathly thin prisoner — it was her husband.

She was devastated. For so long, the only thing that had kept her going was knowing her husband was safe. And now here he was.

Mona ran to her husband. The two held each other for as long as they could before they were torn apart by guards.

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By 1945, Mona was in Vechta prison camp doing hard labor and expecting death. While at Vechta, she befriended a young fellow inmate, Dutch baroness Wendeline van Boetzelaer. The two soon became each other’s rock.

Then, on March 24, 1945, the camp was woken by the sound of Allied bombing. Mona and Wendeline held hands and waited for whatever would come next. Then, their cabin was hit by a wave of debris. 

An Allied bomb had hit the camp. In the confusion, the guards lost sight of the prisoners. Mona saw her chance, and with Wendeline, she ran for her life.

Three weeks later, Canadian soldier Clarence Leonard was approached on the Holland border by a startlingly emaciated woman. She was barefoot, barely dressed for the weather, and suffering from septicemia. Her name — Mona Parsons.

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Mona was reunited with her husband, who had also somehow survived, and moved back home to Canada where she lived a quiet life, occasionally regaling local children with stories of her life that were surely too incredible to be true…

This post originally appeared on FYeahHistory.com and is reprinted here with permission. 

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