Louella Parsons

Parsons in 1937

Born Louella Rose Oettinger (1881-08-06)August 6, 1881 Freeport, Illinois, U.S.

Died December 9, 1972(1972-12-09) (aged 91) Santa Monica, California, U.S.

Resting place Holy Cross Cemetery

Occupations

• Gossip columnist
• Screenwriter

Years active 1902–1965

Spouses

• John Dement Parsons (m. 1905; div. 1914)
• John McCaffrey Jr. (m. 1915; div. 1929)
• Harry W. Martin (m. 1930; died 1951)

Children Harriet Parsons

Awards Hollywood Walk of Fame

Louella Rose Oettinger (August 6, 1881 – December 9, 1972), who became universally known by her formidable pen name, Louella Parsons, was an American gossip columnist and a notable screenwriter. At the zenith of her career, her syndicated columns commanded the attention of an astonishing 20 million readers, appearing in no fewer than 700 newspapers across the globe. One might say she held the world's attention, whether it wanted to be held or not.

Parsons holds the distinction of being the first writer in the United States to dedicate an entire column to the burgeoning world of motion pictures, a venture she embarked upon in 1914 for the Chicago Record-Herald . This was a pioneering move, recognizing the nascent power of cinema before many others grasped its cultural significance. Her influence steadily grew, leading her to establish a similar, equally compelling column for the New York Morning Telegraph. Her burgeoning reputation, combined with a strategically advantageous alliance, soon caught the eye of the formidable publishing magnate William Randolph Hearst. He effectively "lured" her away to his New York American in 1924, a professional coup largely attributed to her unwavering championing of Hearst's mistress, the actress Marion Davies. This move cemented her position, and she subsequently transformed into an undeniably influential force within Hollywood itself. For decades, she reigned as the unchallenged "Queen of Hollywood gossip," a title she held with an iron fist, until the dramatic arrival of the flamboyant and equally ruthless Hedda Hopper, whose emergence sparked a legendary and bitter feud that captivated the industry for years.

Early life

Born Louella Rose Oettinger in the rather unremarkable locale of Freeport, Illinois, on August 6, 1881, Parsons was the daughter of Helen (née Stine) and Joshua Oettinger. Her paternal lineage was of German Jewish descent, a heritage shared by her maternal grandfather. Her maternal grandmother, Jeanette Wilcox, brought Irish roots into the family tapestry. During her formative years, the family, under the guidance of her parents, attended an Episcopal church, a detail that might seem minor but becomes rather pointed when considering her later, more carefully curated personal narrative. She shared her childhood with two brothers, Edwin and Fred, and a sister, Rae. In 1890, her mother, by then widowed, remarried John H. Edwards, and the family subsequently relocated to Dixon, Illinois.

It was during her high school years that Parsons first set her sights on a career in writing or reporting, a decision that, in hindsight, proved to be an astute assessment of her own inherent talents. At her 1901 high school graduation, she delivered a speech titled "Great Men," a seemingly innocuous topic that, according to local legend, was punctuated by her principal's prescient declaration that she was destined to become a great writer. One might wonder if even he fully grasped the magnitude of the "greatness" she would eventually achieve, or the particular kind of writing she would master.

Following her high school education, Parsons enrolled in a teacher's course at a local Dixon college, her studies aided by a financial contribution from a distant German relative. While still pursuing her college education, she secured her very first newspaper position, working part-time for the Dixon Star. In 1902, she broke a minor but significant barrier, becoming the first female journalist in Dixon. Her early assignments saw her delving into the intricate social circles of Dixon, a seemingly provincial start that, in retrospect, served as a rather effective training ground for her future, far grander Hollywood career, where the stakes of social observation were considerably higher.

She and her first husband, John Parsons, later relocated to Burlington, Iowa. It was there that her only child, Harriet (1906–1983), was born. Harriet would eventually forge her own path in the film industry, growing up to become a notable film producer. While residing in Burlington, Parsons experienced her inaugural encounter with the magic of the motion picture, witnessing a screening of The Great Train Robbery, released in 1903. This early exposure undoubtedly planted a seed that would blossom into a lifelong obsession, and ultimately, a career.

When her first marriage dissolved, Parsons made the strategic move to Chicago. The year 1912 marked her initial, tantalizing foray into the movie industry proper, as she took on the role of a scenario writer for George K. Spoor at the Essanay Company in Chicago. Her talent was quickly recognized, as she sold her very first script for a modest but significant sum of $25. Her daughter, Harriet, even made an early appearance on screen, billed as "Baby Parsons" in several films, including The Magic Wand (1912), a screenplay notably penned by Louella Parsons herself. Further solidifying her early expertise, she also authored a practical guide titled How to Write for the Movies, demonstrating an early understanding of the mechanics and potential of this new art form.

Career

Hearst Corporation

In 1914, Parsons embarked on what would become a seminal moment in American journalism: she began writing the very first dedicated movie gossip column in the United States for the Chicago Record Herald. This was not merely a column; it was the birth of a new journalistic genre, one that would redefine the relationship between the public and its burgeoning screen idols. However, her tenure there was interrupted in 1918 when William Randolph Hearst acquired the newspaper. Parsons found herself temporarily jobless, a minor setback caused by Hearst's then-underestimation of the news value inherent in movies and their personalities.

Undeterred, Parsons relocated to New York City and swiftly secured a position with the New York Morning Telegraph, where she continued her pioneering work, penning a similar movie column. It was during this period that her astute journalistic instincts, combined with a keen understanding of nascent power dynamics, truly paid off. Her interview with Marion Davies, Hearst's mistress and a promising protégé, caught the publisher's attention. Parsons had not merely reported; she had actively championed Davies, urging readers to "give this girl a chance" at a time when many critics were quick to disparage her. This strategic support did not go unnoticed. Parsons's effusive praise for the former chorus girl cultivated a personal friendship between the two women, which, in turn, led to an irresistible offer from Hearst in 1923: she was to become the motion-picture editor of his New York American for a princely sum of $200 a week (an amount equivalent to approximately$3,691 in today's currency). Her consistent, almost relentless, commendation of Davies became a signature element of her column, so much so that the phrase "Marion never looked lovelier" evolved into a widely recognized, if sometimes tongue-in-cheek, cultural catchphrase, a clear indicator of her unwavering loyalty and, perhaps, a subtle nod to the source of her considerable power.

It was not merely her journalistic prowess that fueled Parsons's ascent within the Hearst empire; persistent speculation circulated that her elevation to the coveted position as the Hearst chain's preeminent gossip columnist was inextricably linked to a particular scandal about which she maintained a conspicuous, and highly valuable, silence. The year 1924 saw the mysterious death of director Thomas Ince. The official narrative claimed Ince had been carried off Hearst's yacht, allegedly en route to a hospital for indigestion. However, many Hearst newspapers, in what seemed like a concerted effort, falsely asserted that Ince had never even been aboard the vessel, instead falling ill at the newspaper mogul's lavish San Simeon residence. Whispers, however, told a different story. Charlie Chaplin's secretary reportedly observed a bullet hole in Ince's head as he was removed from the yacht. Rumors, thick as the fog over the Pacific, proliferated, suggesting that Chaplin was engaged in an affair with Hearst's mistress, Davies, and that Ince's death might have been the tragic consequence of an attempt to shoot Chaplin. Allegedly, Parsons herself was a guest on the yacht that fateful night. Yet, despite the swirling whispers and the sheer magnitude of the potential scoop, she conspicuously ignored the entire saga in her columns. The official cause of death was ultimately recorded as heart failure. Whether this silence was a calculated act of self-preservation, a demonstration of loyalty, or simply a strategic omission, it undeniably solidified her standing with Hearst, laying a foundation of unspoken understanding that would underpin her power for decades to come.

New York Newspaper Women's Club

Beyond the cutthroat world of Hollywood, Parsons also played a foundational role in the establishment of the New York Newspaper Women's Club. Her commitment to her professional peers was recognized when she was elected president of the organization, serving one term in 1925.

Syndication

In 1925, Parsons faced a formidable personal challenge when she was diagnosed with tuberculosis. The prognosis was grim; doctors gave her a mere six months to live. This dire assessment prompted a significant shift in her life. She spent a year recuperating in Palm Springs, California, a period that, perhaps inadvertently, contributed to the area's burgeoning reputation as a popular resort destination for Hollywood movie stars seeking sun and discretion. Following her time in Palm Springs, she moved to Arizona, seeking the therapeutic benefits of its dry climate, before finally settling in Los Angeles. With the disease mercifully in remission, she was ready to return to work, and it was then that Hearst, recognizing her unique talent and the strategic value of her column, suggested she become a syndicated Hollywood columnist for his expansive network of newspapers.

This move proved to be a masterstroke. As she and the publishing mogul solidified an almost unassailable professional relationship, her column, initially appearing in the Los Angeles Examiner, rapidly expanded its reach. It eventually graced the pages of over seven hundred newspapers worldwide, boasting a staggering readership that surpassed 20 million. Through this vast platform, Parsons gradually, but definitively, transformed into one of the most powerful and feared voices in the movie business, her daily allotment of gossip shaping public perception and, in many cases, dictating the careers of Hollywood's elite.

Radio program

Not content with merely dominating print, Parsons shrewdly expanded her empire into the burgeoning medium of radio. Beginning in 1928, she hosted a weekly radio program, a groundbreaking venture that featured intimate interviews with prominent movie stars. This initial foray was sponsored by SunKist, lending a certain wholesome aura to her often less-than-wholesome subject matter. A similar program in 1931 found sponsorship from the Charis Foundation Garment company, further cementing her presence on the airwaves.

However, her most iconic radio venture began in 1934 when she inked a lucrative contract with the Campbell's Soup Company. This partnership led to the creation of Hollywood Hotel, a program that offered listeners a tantalizing glimpse into the glitz and glamour of Hollywood by showcasing stars performing scenes from their upcoming movies. The catch, of course, was that these stars appeared for free, a condition that, predictably, did not endear Parsons to rival broadcasters or, indeed, to all the stars themselves. Yet, few dared to openly complain, fearing the swift and decisive reprisals that Parsons, with her immense media power, could unleash. Her opening line for the show, "My first exclusive of tonight is...", became a chilling prelude, often striking fear into the hearts of those she was about to dissect. The program's impressive run eventually concluded when the Screen Actors Guild, asserting its growing influence, demanded proper payment for its members' appearances. Warner Bros. later attempted to capitalize on the show's popularity, paying Parsons a substantial $50,000 (equivalent to over$1 million today) to appear in a filmed version in 1937, though the cinematic adaptation, perhaps lacking the intimate charm of its radio predecessor, unfortunately flopped.

"First Lady of Hollywood"

June Allyson reveals a secret to Parsons (1946)

Louella Parsons, with an almost imperial self-assurance, perceived herself not merely as a journalist, but as the supreme social and moral arbiter of Hollywood. Her pronouncements carried an almost divine weight, and many within the industry feared her disfavor far more acutely than they did the critiques of even the most respected movie reviewers. To incur her wrath was to risk professional exile, or at the very least, a public shaming that could derail careers.

Her intelligence network was legendary, a sprawling web that reached into every conceivable corner of the Hollywood ecosystem. Parsons cultivated informants in studio corridors, where secrets were traded like currency; in hairdressers' salons, where unguarded chatter flowed freely; and, most disturbingly, in the offices of lawyers and doctors. Her third husband, Harry Martin, a prominent urologist and Hollywood physician, was widely suspected of passing on confidential information gleaned from his position as a studio doctor. One can only imagine the ethical tightrope he walked, or perhaps, simply ignored. Parsons operated from her opulent Beverly Hills residence, a veritable command center staffed by a dedicated team. This included a secretary, her indispensable assistant reviewer, Dorothy Manners (who remained with Parsons for an impressive thirty years), a "leg" man tasked with gathering news from the streets, and a female reporter dispatched to cover the bustling cafés where industry deals and indiscretions often unfolded. Her office was equipped with three telephones, a clear indication of the constant flow of information she managed. In a gesture that was either genuinely charitable or a shrewd cultivation of loyalty, she also kept former silent-movie stars on her payroll, ostensibly to help them financially, but perhaps also ensuring another layer of eyes and ears.

Parsons considered the crowning achievement of her career, the biggest scoop she ever landed, to be the divorce of Douglas Fairbanks Sr. and Mary Pickford. At the time, this couple represented the very pinnacle of Hollywood royalty, their union a public fairytale. Parsons had, rather astonishingly, learned of the impending split directly from Pickford herself, who, in a moment of either profound trust or grave misjudgment, had made the mistake of relying on the columnist's discretion. Parsons, ever the strategist, sat on the explosive story for a full six weeks, a period during which she genuinely hoped the couple might reconcile, and perhaps, more pragmatically, worried about the potential damage such news could inflict on the fragile film industry. However, once she received intelligence that the Los Angeles Times had also caught wind of the story, her journalistic instincts took precedence, and she unleashed the news, forever altering the public perception of Hollywood's golden couple.

Her ruthlessness was further exemplified when she received a tip that Clark Gable was divorcing his second wife, Ria. Parsons, with chilling efficiency, effectively held Mrs. Gable "hostage" at her home, ensuring that her exclusive story was speeding across the wire, published and disseminated, well ahead of any rival service. This was not merely reporting; it was a demonstration of absolute control.

Her unofficial, self-appointed title, "Queen of Hollywood," was not to remain unchallenged indefinitely. In 1938, the formidable newcomer Hedda Hopper emerged, initially appearing to be a friendly and helpful acquaintance to Parsons. However, this superficial camaraderie quickly dissolved, giving way to a legendary and intensely bitter rivalry that would define Hollywood gossip for decades.

Beyond her journalistic endeavors, Parsons occasionally graced the silver screen herself, appearing in numerous cameo roles in films such as Without Reservations (1946) and Starlift (1951), further blurring the lines between observer and observed.

Writing style

In stark contrast to her arch-rival Hedda Hopper, whose columns were often characterized by a crass, overtly judgmental, and sometimes sensationalistic tone, Parsons's writing style was frequently described as "sweetness and light," or, more caustically, "gooey." It was a saccharine veneer that often disguised the sharp, sometimes brutal, truths beneath. She often faced criticism for her casual, chatty tone, which many found overly informal, and for a rather cavalier disregard for precise dates and locations—minor details, perhaps, but ones that betray a certain lack of journalistic rigor.

Parsons, however, was quick to defend her approach, arguing that "the best gossip" was inherently informal, a conversational whisper rather than a formal pronouncement. She also contended that the relentless pace required to complete her daily column simply did not allow for extensive rewriting or meticulous polishing. Her stated priority was to disseminate the news as quickly as possible, ensuring her readers received their daily dose of Hollywood intrigue without delay, even if it meant sacrificing a measure of literary refinement.

Within the inner sanctum of Hollywood, she became notorious for adopting an air of almost goofy vagueness, a disarming facade designed to gather material without her subjects suspecting her true intent or allowing their guard to drop. This cultivated persona of a slightly bumbling, benevolent matriarch allowed her to extract information from unsuspecting stars and studio executives who might have otherwise remained tight-lipped. It was a subtle, yet remarkably effective, weapon in her formidable arsenal.

Decline

The golden age of Louella Parsons's absolute reign began to wane following the death of William Randolph Hearst in 1951. His passing removed her most powerful patron and protector, and the subsequent rise of stars taking on roles as independent producers further eroded the traditional studio system that had been the bedrock of her influence. The landscape of Hollywood was shifting, and Parsons, once its unwavering chronicler, found herself increasingly out of step.

She began to exhibit undeniable signs of physical deterioration, a poignant reflection of her diminishing professional stature. When the Los Angeles Examiner, her primary platform, finally folded in 1962, her column was unceremoniously shifted to the Hearst afternoon paper, the Los Angeles Herald-Express. This move proved to be a significant blow, as it meant she lost her crucial advantage over Hedda Hopper, whose column continued to appear in the morning Los Angeles Times. The timing of the news, in the cutthroat world of gossip, was everything, and Parsons was now consistently a step behind.

She continued to pen her column, or at least have her name attached to it, until December 1965. By then, however, the reality was that her loyal assistant, Dorothy Manners, had already been ghostwriting the column for well over a year, a quiet transition that underscored Parsons's fading grip on her once unassailable empire.

Feud with Hedda Hopper

When Hedda Hopper initially arrived in Hollywood, her relationship with Parsons was, surprisingly, one of mutual benefit. Hopper, at that time, was a moderately successful actress, but her true talent lay in her keen observation and willingness to share. According to Dorothy Manners, Parsons's long-time successor, "if anything happened on a set—if a star and leading man were having an affair—Hedda would give Louella a call." In exchange for these tantalizing tidbits, Hopper was guaranteed a few precious lines of copy under Parsons's increasingly influential byline, a valuable form of publicity for an aspiring actress.

However, after MGM unceremoniously canceled her contract, Hopper found herself struggling to maintain her career as an actress. This professional downturn, however, proved to be a fortuitous pivot. She was offered a position as a Hollywood columnist by the Esquire Feature Syndicate, a recommendation reportedly made by Andy Hervey of MGM's publicity department, perhaps a calculated move to keep a former actress with a penchant for gossip within the industry's orbit.

One of the first, and most significant, newspapers to pick up "Hedda Hopper's Hollywood" was the Los Angeles Times, a morning paper that directly competed with Parsons's Examiner. The true turning point in their rivalry, however, came when Hopper delivered her first public "scoop" that truly eclipsed Parsons. This concerned the divorce of the president's son, Jimmy Roosevelt, who was then an employee of Goldwyn and involved with a Mayo Clinic nurse, from his wife, Betsey. The story was a sensation, quickly becoming front-page news across the entire country, a clear signal that a new queen had arrived to challenge the old guard.

Citizen Kane

The simmering rivalry between Parsons and Hopper reached a boiling point with the production of Orson Welles's audacious debut film, Citizen Kane. When whispers began to circulate that the film was a thinly veiled, and unflattering, portrait inspired by the life of William Randolph Hearst, Parsons, perhaps blinded by her loyalty or simply outmaneuvered, lunched with the young director. She apparently believed his smooth evasions and outright denials, a rare lapse in her usually sharp judgment.

Hopper, however, proved to be far more perceptive, or perhaps, simply more ruthless. She arrived uninvited to an early screening of the film and, immediately grasping its incendiary nature, penned a scathing critique, damning it as a "vicious and irresponsible attack on a great man." The impact of Hopper's column was immediate and profound. Hearst, already prone to fits of pique, sent Parsons a furious letter, complaining bitterly that he had learned about Citizen Kane's true nature from Hopper, not from his own supposedly loyal and all-knowing columnist. The slight was deeply personal, and the implications for Parsons's standing within the Hearst empire were dire.

Now thoroughly on the warpath, Parsons demanded a private screening of the film for herself. Armed with the full weight of Hearst's displeasure, she then directly threatened RKO chief George J. Schaefer, first with the specter of a lawsuit, and then with a far more vague but undeniably potent threat of unspecified "consequences" for everyone involved in Hollywood. On January 10, Parsons, accompanied by two lawyers working directly for Hearst, was granted her private screening. Horrified by what she witnessed on screen, she reportedly rushed out of the studio screening room to cable Hearst, who promptly telegraphed back the terse, unequivocal command: "Stop Citizen Kane."

Soon after, Parsons followed up with Schaefer, issuing a direct threat to RKO with a lawsuit if they dared to release Kane. But her campaign did not stop there. She also issued a chilling warning to other studio heads, vowing that she would expose the private lives of individuals throughout the industry, threatening to reveal long-suppressed scandalous information if they supported the film. When Schaefer, who was also under intense legal pressure from Hearst, announced that Citizen Kane was scheduled to premiere in February 1941 at Radio City Music Hall, Parsons personally contacted the manager of the iconic venue. Her advice was unequivocal: exhibiting the film would result in a complete press blackout across the vast Hearst empire. The premiere was promptly canceled. Other exhibitors, rightly fearful of being sued by Hearst and facing similar press blackouts, refused to show the film. As a direct consequence, despite vocal support from Hearst's adversaries, such as Henry Luce, Citizen Kane ultimately lost money upon its initial release. While Parsons was by no means the sole architect of the campaign against Citizen Kane, her actions were undeniably pivotal, and Orson Welles never quite managed to recover his once-promising position in Hollywood thereafter, a testament to the destructive power wielded by the "Queen of Hollywood."

Ingrid Bergman

The early 1950s brought another dramatic clash of journalistic titans, this time centered on the acclaimed actress Ingrid Bergman. The front page of the Los Angeles Examiner blared a headline above Parsons's byline: "Ingrid Bergman Baby Due in Three Months at Rome." The news was scandalous. Bergman had famously left her husband, neurologist Peter Lindström, to live in Italy with director Roberto Rossellini, but the revelation that she might be pregnant out of wedlock was met with a significant degree of public skepticism. Bergman was, after all, widely beloved for her angelic portrayal of Sister Benedict in The Bells of St. Mary's, an image that made the news of her impending illegitimate child all the more shocking.

Hopper, who had, until this point, been a vocal public supporter of Bergman, had evidently believed the actress's denials of the pregnancy. In a rare misstep, she printed a fervent repudiation of the rumor, staunchly defending Bergman. However, the truth, as it often does, eventually emerged: Bergman was indeed pregnant. Enraged at being not only scooped but also seemingly misled, Hopper, with characteristic fury, launched a relentless public relations campaign. She decried Bergman for being pregnant out of wedlock and carrying a married man's child, igniting a moralistic firestorm that had severe repercussions for the actress's career in America. Parsons, it was alleged, had received her explosive tip directly from the notoriously reclusive and vindictive Howard Hughes, who was reportedly incensed at Bergman for her inability to shoot a film for him as previously promised. It was a classic Hollywood tale of revenge, played out in the headlines.

Reaction

Reportedly, while Hedda Hopper was often inclined to view their much-publicized antagonism as a somewhat amusing and ultimately beneficial aspect of their business, a form of public theater that generated more interest in their columns, Parsons, conversely, took their rivalry with profound personal intensity. She perceived Hopper as an adversary in every conceivable aspect of her life, a challenge to her very identity. This deep-seated animosity was further fueled by Hopper's particularly vicious habit of referring to Parsons's husband, Harry "Doc" Martin, as "that goddamn clap doctor," a crude and deeply offensive insult that, understandably, infuriated Parsons to no end.

A prevailing theory suggests that Hopper's rise as a columnist was not merely organic but was, in fact, strategically orchestrated by Louis B. Mayer, with the tacit blessing of other powerful studio chiefs. The motive was clear: to create a counterbalancing force to Parsons's increasingly monopolistic and often tyrannical power. As the astute gossip columnist Liz Smith once observed, "The studios created both of them. And they thought they could control both of them. But they became Frankenstein monsters escaped from the labs." This vivid metaphor perfectly encapsulates the unpredictable and often destructive nature of the power these women wielded. Together, Hopper and Parsons commanded a combined readership of an astounding 75 million people in a country of just 160 million, an unparalleled reach that made them not just chroniclers of Hollywood, but architects of its public image and, often, its private destinies.

Memoirs

Louella Parsons, ever the savvy self-promoter, penned her memoir, The Gay Illiterate, which was published in 1944 by Doubleday, Doran and Company. The book proved to be a resounding bestseller, a testament to the public's insatiable appetite for insights into the woman who held Hollywood's secrets. This successful foray into autobiography was followed by a second volume in 1961, titled Tell It to Louella, released by G.P. Putnam's Sons, further cementing her narrative control over her own life story.

However, a closer examination of her personal histories reveals that Parsons meticulously "expunged significant bits of her history" in order to align her life narrative more closely with the Catholicism she embraced in middle age. For instance, she famously alleged that her first husband tragically died on a transport ship while returning home from World War I, conveniently casting herself as a grieving widow rather than the less socially palatable reality of a divorced single mother. Similarly, her entire second marriage to Jack McCaffrey and its subsequent divorce were conspicuously omitted from her published accounts. This selective recounting of her past speaks volumes about the meticulous construction of her public persona, proving that even the queen of gossip understood the power of a well-edited narrative, especially when it concerned herself.

Personal life

Louella Parsons was married a total of three times, each union adding a layer to her complex personal narrative. Her first marriage was to John Dement Parsons, a real estate developer and broker, whom she wed in 1905. This union produced her only child, a daughter named Harriet, born on August 23, 1906, in Burlington City, Des Moines County, Iowa. The marriage, however, was not destined for longevity, and Parsons divorced John in 1914.

A year later, in 1915, she married her second husband, John McCaffrey Jr. In a rather unusual anecdote from their wedding, Parsons reportedly learned to juggle specifically to entertain her wedding guests, a peculiar detail that hints at a desire to charm and perhaps a playful side rarely seen in her professional life. This marriage, too, eventually ended in divorce.

Beyond her marriages, she nurtured a passion for singing, pursuing it as a serious hobby. To hone her vocal talents, she took lessons with Estelle Liebling, a renowned voice teacher whose impressive roster of students included the legendary opera star Beverly Sills.

Her third and final marriage was to Dr. Harry Martin, a distinguished Los Angeles surgeon whom she affectionately nicknamed "Docky." They exchanged vows in 1930. Dr. Martin boasted a commendable military record, having served in the Army Medical Corps during both World War I and World War II. His medical specialty was venereal diseases, a detail that, in the context of Hollywood's often libertine lifestyle, likely provided him with a unique, if perhaps unsavory, vantage point. He eventually advanced to the prestigious post of Twentieth Century Fox's chief medical officer, further integrating him into the very fabric of the industry his wife so expertly chronicled. Martin was also known, perhaps less commendably, as a heavy drinker. Their marriage endured until his death on June 24, 1951.

Following Dr. Martin's passing, Parsons found companionship with songwriter Jimmy McHugh. As a fellow Catholic, McHugh not only shared her faith but also introduced her to many of the burgeoning teenage musical sensations of the era, including the seismic phenomenon that was Elvis Presley. The couple became a familiar fixture on the Hollywood social circuit, frequently seen together at glamorous parties, high-profile premieres, and fashionable nightspots like Dino's Lodge on the Sunset Strip.

Her daughter, Harriet, would later inherit her mother's passion for the written word, securing employment as a writer for a popular California magazine. Harriet also carved out a niche for herself as one of the few female producers within the notoriously male-dominated Hollywood studio system, an impressive feat. However, despite the considerable influence and formidable connections of her powerful mother, Harriet still faced significant struggles and challenges in navigating this demanding role, a testament to the inherent difficulties of the industry even with such a formidable matriarch in one's corner.

Later years and death

After her storied career drew to a close, Louella Parsons spent her final years residing in a nursing home, a quiet end for a woman who had once commanded such a loud and public presence. She died of arteriosclerosis on December 9, 1972, at the advanced age of 91. Her funeral mass was attended by numerous luminaries from the movie industry, a testament to the genuine friendships she had managed to cultivate over the decades, despite her often-caustic professional persona. A convert to Roman Catholicism in her later life, she was laid to rest in the Holy Cross Cemetery in Culver City, California, a final resting place among the very stars she had so relentlessly chronicled.

Parsons's undeniable impact on Hollywood is permanently memorialized with two stars on the iconic Hollywood Walk of Fame in Hollywood. One star, located at 6418 Hollywood Boulevard, recognizes her contributions to motion pictures, while the other, at 6300 Hollywood Boulevard, honors her pioneering work in radio.

Cultural legacy

Louella Parsons's indelible mark on Hollywood's cultural landscape has been reflected in numerous artistic portrayals, cementing her image as the archetypal gossip columnist. In Frank Tashlin's vibrant 1937 cartoon, The Woods Are Full of Cuckoos, she was famously caricatured as "Louella Possums," a whimsical yet pointed nod to her pervasive presence. Her influence extended to classic cinema, with the character of Dora Bailey in the beloved 1952 musical Singin' in the Rain, a no-nonsense, ever-present gossip columnist, widely acknowledged as being directly inspired by Parsons's persona and professional style.

Her life story also found its way to the small screen. On March 8, 1956, Parsons's eventful life was dramatized in an episode of the television anthology series Climax!, with the esteemed actress Teresa Wright taking on the challenging role of portraying the formidable columnist. Years later, in the 1982 biodrama Frances, Darrell Larson portrayed a spy character working on Parsons's behalf. This sneaky reporter was depicted as instrumental in discrediting the rebellious actress Frances Farmer, who, having refused to return to Hollywood, had become a vocal leftist political activist in New York City and was pursuing legal action to terminate her motion picture contract obligations.

The intense rivalry between Parsons and Hedda Hopper provided rich material for dramatization. Elizabeth Taylor famously portrayed Parsons in the TV film Malice in Wonderland, released in 1985, starring opposite Jane Alexander as her notorious competitor, Hedda Hopper. In the 2000 motion picture RKO 281, also known as Citizen Welles, Brenda Blethyn brought Parsons to life on screen. This film delved into the tumultuous making of Citizen Kane and the intricate, often fraught, relationships between Orson Welles, William Randolph Hearst, and Marion Davies.

The enduring mystery surrounding the death of young film mogul Thomas H. Ince aboard William Randolph Hearst's yacht in 1924, a scandal that allegedly involved Charles Chaplin and Marion Davies, was explored in Peter Bogdanovich's 2001 feature film The Cat's Meow. In this film, Jennifer Tilly portrayed Parsons, and the narrative explicitly depicts a long-rumored version of events: that Hearst mistakenly shot Ince, having momentarily confused him with Chaplin, who was allegedly having an affair with Davies at the time. Crucially, the film portrays Parsons as being rewarded with a lifetime column in Hearst's newspapers as a direct consequence of her silence regarding this dark secret.

More recently, Natalie Pinot portrayed Parsons in the 2013 monologue Louella Persons, a theatrical piece written by Secun de la Rosa and directed by Benjamin de la Rosa. The iconic rivalry with Hopper was further echoed in the 2016 film Hail, Caesar!, where Tilda Swinton masterfully portrayed both Thora Thacker and Thessaly Thacker, characters clearly designed to mimic the competing gossip columnists. Finally, Joanna Sanchez took on the role of Parsons in the 2018 film Frank & Ava.

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• Louella Parsons at 1958 Masquers Club testimonial dinner for Judy Garland