by Katharine Hartley
SEE THAT man over there?” said Dick, nodding across the room. “He has a new baby, too. At the hospital he had the room across from ours.”
The room across from ours! Well, in a way, that foolish-sounding statement was true, for when one Joan Blondell Powell gave birth to one Ellen Powell, weighing eight pounds six ounces, on June 30th, Papa Powell just about moved into the hospital, too.
by Keith Monroe
Up, up, up goes Dick Powell’s stock, followed closely by Dick Powell’s plane—followed by loud wails from Junie Allyson
Harry Cohn, the all-powerful boss of Columbia pictures, turned maroon. “What?” he roared. “You mean you’re flying planes on Sundays?”
Dick Powell’s face hardened into the blank, tough-guy expression his movie audiences know so well. “Right,” he said in a flat voice. “I am flying on Sundays.”
Looking at Hollywood with Hedda Hopper
Chicago Sunday Tribune
November 9, 1950
June Allyson says her husband, Dick Powell, can talk people out of anything. Having seen the gent in action, I’m inclined to agree. But in one instance he failed notably. He couldn’t talk Metro into lending him his wife to play his wife in “Mrs. Mike.” The studio, it seemed, didn’t think that co-starring a married couple would be good box office.
But Dick’s argument to the contrary must have left an impression, even if it did work in reverse. Metro talked him into coming to the lot and co-starring in two pictures with his wife. The first, “The Reformer and the Redhead,” was well received by the public.