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Her punch line, “I’m no illusion. I’m real—Here, take my hand—
touch me. Feel me,” anticipates the quality that she would spend her life developing. More skeptical minds called her illusion a gimmick, a word that had entered the American vocabulary a few years earlier.
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In Gypsy’s memoir, the story of her first striptease conflates several stories from showbiz mythology. One concerns the adage
“the show must go on.” In that myth’s burlesque version, Ed Ryan, the producer of “Girls from the Follies,” had hired blonde-haired Gladys Clark, who doubled as a stripper and a musician who could play both the accordion and the clarinet. But Clark went on a bender and disappeared. A star was born. Another myth asserts that striptease appeared in the hinterlands like soy-beans or corn. According to Gypsy’s memoir, she first took it off neither in Paris nor in New York; the location of her inaugural act was either Toledo, Ohio, in the fall of 1929, or just after the New Year of 1930 in Kansas City.
As for why she did it, the musical turns Gypsy into a victim: Rose Louise Hovick is a girl whose mother pimps her into a life of taking off her clothes onstage. Yet in her memoir Gypsy does not protest when Rose suggests that she strip. Was she an exhibitionist or a patsy? How much of the striptease was the result of Gypsy’s desire to strip, and how much of it was the result of her mother’s urging? It is impossible to know. Gypsy contributed to the “my mother made me do it” theory of striptease in her memoir but also suggested that she liked to undress in public.
What is known is that, in the mid-1930s, Gypsy began telling a story about her first striptease—contradicted by the photo of her childhood mugging—that refers to it as an accident. This recycles yet another showbiz myth. Stories about striptease’s 27
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invention almost always involve the performer standing onstage, caught in the spotlight, her strap slipping from her shoulder. Only when the crowd goes wild does she take off the other strap. The idea of a woman stripping of her own accord is too naughty—the shy creature is reluctant to take off her clothes, until her audience draws her in. She is, in the vulgar phrase, giving the people what they want.
But although Gypsy absorbed these earlier ideas, her story about her first striptease distinguishes itself from the more conventional ones. For one, it emphasizes self-invention. From the start Gypsy designed and sewed her own strip gowns, signaling that she was fashioning her own identity out of tulle and spangles and not accepting one that someone else made for her. The second unique aspect of her story is modesty. By the standards of the day, Gypsy’s first costumes were virginal. In one she stripped to
“ten yards of lavender net and three bunches of violets sewn on a flesh colored leotard.” The costume she wore in her second-act number in Toledo was a full-length gown made of red velvet.
With it she wore the kind of red picture hat that Vivien Leigh would later don. She would hide behind the hat for the encore, in a teddy or a bodysuit or a one-piece bathing suit with lacing up the side.
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the orchestra pit, as if to comment on her own incompleteness.
Also, she may have been the first stripper to wear a bridal gown onstage.
Even from this early point, Gypsy brings the con in striptease to the surface. When you go to see a striptease, you are going with the understanding that you will see someone take off their clothes, that it will be sexy, that it will titillate. Gypsy was never much interested in this as a goal. She was promising sex but she was delivering its illusion, playing three-card monte with her audience’s desire. She was asking a metaphysical question: What is left when we reveal everything? But she was also laughing. To strip as a bride parodies marriage; to ask all of these highfalutin questions while throwing your garter into the audience parodies the sanctity of matrimony.
Gypsy thought of her striptease as sleight-of-hand. More than anyone else on the scene, she stripped as though the world had drained her of heat and inflated her with whatever force animated “the mechanical doll.”
Gypsy’s striptease coincided with the worst economic crisis in American history. The connection between one woman undressing and the Great Depression, however farfetched it seems, may explain why the few publicity photos of Gypsy from 1929
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perhaps talent, since to cry, being a sign of good acting, could redeem the stripper from the purgatory of being unable to sing or dance. But then I understood: she was crying to express re-morse for her role in the nation’s economic woes.
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As the Depression settled over the country, Gypsy performed in burlesque theaters across America, from Chicago to St. Louis, from Washington to Newark. By the time she arrived in New
York at the end of 1930, she had dropped her supporting cast the way other strippers dropped their garters onstage.
If striptease started in the Midwest, New York—which is always about the solo act—made taking off your clothes a sophisticated one-woman spectacle. There is something poignant about New York burlesque creating the lone stripper in an era of social-ist fervor. The vulnerable undressing woman onstage mirrored the Depression era American audience in the dark theater; both watcher and watched sat isolated by solitude and hunger. The lone stripper gyrated across the stage and up and down the 31
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runway, so near though untouchable, jerking her way through her halfhearted orgiastic dances. And yet few observers saw it that way.
New York was several years away from electing as mayor
Fiorello La Guardia, who made cleaning up burlesque and striptease one of his most vociferous crusades. To describe burlesque before La Guardia is like evoking the Garden of Eden before the Fall. And yet La Guardia’s crusade also made strippers suddenly aware of their own economic worth. In the early years of the Depression, New York politicians and reformers had only just begun to figure out that targeting the Minsky brothers—the most notorious burlesque theater owners in the city—as evi-dence of the era’s depravity might distract Americans from their economic pain. So when Billy Minsky, the brains behind his family’s success, saw the overdressed Gypsy (billed in Newark, New Jersey, as “Gypsy” Rose Lee), he might have hoped that she would stave off reformers by way of a practical joke. Who would arrest an overdressed stripper?
By then Minsky had exhausted his repertoire of jokes/gestures—
wearing top hats, advertising in the New Yorker, costuming ushers in French maid outfits. Looking for a funny way to deflect city officials’ charges that his family was the city’s first flesh mongers, he advised Gypsy to straighten her hair to be “more ladylike.”
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the style of “the divine Sarah”—to emphasize restraint. The long, sultry locks of a Veronica Lake were not for her.
But while Gypsy posed as a Victorian stripper, the Minskys wanted audiences to see that her roots were in the Lower East Side. So, in April 1931, they gave her debut striptease at the Republic Theatre on Forty-second Street in a Yiddish inflection meant to make Depression era New Yorkers laugh. The Minskys titled the show that Gypsy starred in “Ada Onion from Bermuda” and advertised it with a phrase that mocked the tagline of the Ziegfeld Follies, New York’s mo
st respectable revue (“Glori-fied American Girls”): “Gypsie Rose Lee: The Most Beautiful Girl in the World.” The New York Evening Journal wondered how
“Ada Onion” would succeed given that she was “All Dressed Up for Burlesque?” But another paper asked: “She’s like a breath of spring. How far would she go in show biz?”
Until Gypsy arrived, the question was moot, since no stripper had gone anywhere. Trade papers tended to describe certain numbers as being “almost” good enough for Broadway, but no stripper had made it to the Great White Way. The five burlesque theaters crammed on Forty-second Street between Eighth and Ninth Avenues (as well as those in Harlem and downtown)
pulsed with Hollywood and Broadway wannabes, the B-girls and pinups of their day.
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claimed it to be artistry, many Americans associated with obscenity. Strippers flashed G-strings or lay down on the stage and crossed and uncrossed their legs. They painted their bodies with radium. They did “marionette” strips, “bubble” strips, and “muff”
strips. They named themselves “Peaches Strange” and “Dy-
namic Dolly.” The stripper would bump and grind or, back to audiences, shake her behind or “quiver”; she would also do the
“tassel twirl,” spinning tiny pieces of fabric from her nipples in circles like airplane propellers. Only one other stripper of this era—Ann Corio—took it off coyly.
What did Gypsy’s striptease circa 1931 look like? Decorum
and the obfuscating Broadway slang of the day makes it difficult to re-create. But a few things about Gypsy’s early numbers (she rotated them) are known. She sometimes stripped to Cab Cal-loway’s “Minnie the Moocher,” before Betty Boop made it her anthem. According to Martin Collyer, in “Seven Minutes of Sheer Art” Gypsy “kidded the lacy underpants off the more earnest of strippers.” Gypsy did not strip to the altogether, at least not at Minsky’s in 1931. When she was arrested at the Republic the morning after her premiere, telegrams offered to protect her as though she were a virgin in distress and not a loose woman. One tabloid quoted Gypsy as explaining that she made the detective wait outside while she dressed. Another claimed that she rode to the precinct in a limo. According to the New York Evening Graphic, the arrest raised her status. Gypsy received “six propos-34
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als of marriage, one live bunny, a dozen bouquets of American beauties, numberless boxes of candy, forty-four mash notes and a case of ginger ale.”
“My baby is innocent and pure,” Rose told the New York Evening Graphic when Gypsy made the cover in a body suit with flowers over her private parts. “I wasn’t naked . . . I was completely covered by a blue spotlight,” Gypsy said. “Just ask my mother, who is always with me.” Gypsy was eventually cleared of all charges. The detectives who arrested her admitted that she had not flashed anything obscene. (Except for a mother-daughter love song that would never be heard again. According to Mort Minsky, his brother Billy had banned Rose from the Republic Theater early on, because, as he put it, “her river did not run to the sea.”)
In the months that followed, Gypsy worked around town and
toured with her old show, “Girls from the Follies.” But Midwestern audiences scorned a stripper who took off only one or two garments. When “Follies” hit Chicago, Variety wrote: “Gypsy Rose Lea [ sic] has no following locally for her disrobing talent and she’s hardly likely to acquire one, since she impresses as being a sentimental, old-fashioned sort of a strip-tease dancer.”
Back in New York, the “sentimental, old-fashioned” dancer
bought her first house, in Rego Park, then part of Long Island. It was big enough for Rose and June.
While stripping for Minsky, Gypsy had befriended, or been
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befriended by, bootlegger Waxy Gordon. It is not clear whether she was Gordon’s lover or just “arm candy,” but the two shared rags-to-riches stories later immortalized in Broadway musicals.
As Albert Fried, a historian of gangsters, put it, although Gordon had started out as a thug in the Jazz Age, in the Depression
“he was reborn Irving Wexler, free-spending New York business-man, owner of real estate and stocks and other properties of a vaguer nature . . . a gentleman about town conspicuous by his fancy dress and limousine and companions.”
By 1932, it was hardly uncommon for gangsters to fund Broadway shows and nightclubs. The Great White Way was a mess.
None of the producers that had flourished in the Jazz Age had any money. Broke and ill with pneumonia, Florenz Ziegfeld, who had made his name in the 1920s with the beloved Follies revues, borrowed funds to produce his last original show, Hot-Cha, from Wexler and his colleague Dutch Schultz, the “King of Beer.” The cast included Bert Lahr, sexy movie star Lupe Velez, dancers Yolanda and Velez, and Eleanor Powell. The artistic team com-prised Joseph Urban, Charles LeMaire, and Mark Hellinger. But Hot-Cha (whose subtitle, Laid in Mexico, was contributed by Wexler) is no Follies. The vacuous plot concerns a Brooklyn waiter (Lahr) who, on his Mexican vacation, gets transformed into a matador.
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writer, Lew Brown. Waiting in line at the audition, Gypsy made the acquaintance of the Titian-haired Hope Dare, the girlfriend of Dutch Schultz’s lawyer, Richard Dixie Davis, whom she would later help hide upstate. The producers cast Gypsy in several minor roles, including “Girl in Compartment.”
Gypsy failed to save the show. Hot-Cha ran for only fifteen weeks. The real drama was backstage. Even though the credits list Gypsy as “Rose Louise,” the cast somehow learned of her Minsky’s past. When Hot-Cha opened in February 1932 in Washington, D.C., the showgirls complained that they had to share a dressing room with a stripper until publicist Bernard Sobel saved Gypsy from this showbiz snobbery: “I fired my first shot by placing Gypsy’s picture in every important paper in the capital,”
he recalled. When Hot-Cha arrived in New York the following month, Sobel continued playing White Knight. He got Gypsy
invited to a party attended by John Farrar, the founder of Farrar and Rinehart and, later, Farrar, Straus, and Co., and his wife, Margaret, the syndicated crossword puzzle columnist. “The meal had scarcely begun when I noticed to my surprise that the con-versation concerned books with Gypsy taking the lead,” he
wrote. Despite her literary savvy, Gypsy could not find work on Broadway.
Twelve months passed before George White cast Gypsy in his Melody, a romantic comedy with music by Sigmund Romberg and lyrics by Irving Caesar. Although White, a former dancer with 37
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the Ziegfeld Follies, had by that time garnered a following for the yearly revue he produced—George White’s Scandals—Melody was not a hit. The fluffy, old-fashioned operetta spanning the years between 1880 and 1933 ran for about fifty performances at the Casino Theatre. Set in Paris, Melody begins as an aristocratic woman cuckolds her aristocratic husband with the composer she really loves. The plot then leaps forward to show that act’s effect on the heroine’s heirs. One critic called it “delight-fully melodious.” “Rose Louise” plays “Claire Lolive, Pierre’s Mistress,” in the first act. Years later Gypsy recalled how she interpolated her shtick into the nondescript role, crying “ouch” as, exiting, her bustle stuck in the door (playing this role may have given her the idea of starting her striptease numbers in Gay Nineties costumes). Although Bernard Sobel compared Gypsy’s performance to that of the torch singer Helen Morgan (she sang one number), other critics panned her. “Gypsy Rose Lee’s career has not been spectacular,” wrote Irving Drutman in 1935.
But Gypsy nourished her own ideas about “spectacular”: she want
ed to use her Broadway persona uptown to inform her stripteases downtown, and vice versa. Some gave in to her charms, especially when doing so could tweak intellectuals. Recounting her activities, the New York Times observed: “Miss Lee panicked the guests by a cool appreciation of The Good Earth. ” (Pearl Buck’s book had recently won the Pulitzer Prize.) Panicked? The only stripper to modify her sex appeal with a deadpan appreciation for 38
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culture, Gypsy figured out that Depression era Broadway and Hollywood were full of tough guys and acid-tongued girls who talked as though they had read Proust. A woman from nowhere could exceed these stars by adding striptease to the mix.
What about the private life of the young stripper on her way up?
Common wisdom about Gypsy says that she was less interested in men than in money. Or that she was gay, which some sociolo-gists in the 1960s insisted that strippers are supposed to be. But these opinions come from her family, or “experts,” or people like Arthur Laurents—not the best sources of information on Gypsy’s sexual taste. Although there was more to Gypsy’s romantic life than noli me tangere, none of these labels describes her relationship with the opposite sex in the 1930s or in any other era.
“Our friend is much too pretty for me. I like my men on
the monster side, a snarling mouth, evil eye, broken nose. If he should happen to have thick ears, good!” Gypsy writes to Charlotte Seitlin, Simon and Schuster publicity director in 1941, after hearing that a mutual acquaintance thought she was witty and wanted to marry her. Gypsy resisted dating men who would compete with her for center stage. Coming from a matriarchy, she may have been wary about binding herself to the opposite sex in general. And men may have been intimidated by her consider-39
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able earning power. In More Havoc, June recounts how Gypsy, newly arrived to New York, confided that she was going to have to rape someone to lose her virginity. This is one of the few moments where the truth of the younger sister’s words overrides her bitterness and presents an American paradox: the woman who stripped for a living was a virgin. The great sex symbol was sexless.