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hotvintagepoll · 9 months ago

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Mbissine Thérèse Diop (Black Girl)—She’s a Senegalese actress known for starring in Black Girl, one of the first African films to receive international attention/acclaim. So much of the movie relies on her ability to convey her character’s sense of isolation/loneliness, she’s so amazing, I really wish she had acted more. However, she just recently appeared in the film Cuties!

Myrna Loy (The Thin Man, Manhattan Melodrama, Mr Blandings Builds his Dream House)—Started out a slinky silent screen vamp. Became a screwball lead who had a blast drinking, being married to William Powell, solving mysteries, and taking her dog everywhere in the Thin Man Movies. Broke our hearts in The Best Years of Our Lives and played a string of dream wives. Remained hot the entire time. Decades of hotness.

This is round 3 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

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Mbissine Thérèse Diop:

Myrna Loy:

Myrna Loy excelled at playing coy women, so common in screwball comedies in the 40s. She batted her lashes, and shrugged with grace, and made her costars look like foolish heels next to her. She charmed with sneaky elegance, well-placed pouting, and repartee. Besides, she was sultry AF.

While Myrna certainly looked hot in some her earlier vampy exotic bad girl roles, I think shes hottest when her comedic chops got to be displayed. Her dry wit, comedic timing, and subtle facial expressions make her the queen of deadpan snark.

She's just very Mother

So beautiful and popular she was crowned Queen of the Movies in 1936, Myrna Loy was also an amazing actress. She's best remembered for The Thin Man and sequels, where she gets to show off her comedy skills, adding irresistible impish charm to her classic beauty and dancer's figure.

THE SASS

One of the few actresses who managed to successfully transition from silent to talkies, never won an Oscar but was at one time the highest paid woman in Hollywood. Advocated for better roles and pay for Black actors in the 1930s, so passionately anti-Nazi in the 40s she made Hitler's blacklist, spoke out against Joseph McCarthy during the Red Scare, and advocated for fair housing in the 1950s and 1960s, all while being hot as fuck opposite William Powell, Clark Gable, Cary Grant, Spencer Tracy and a whole galaxy of the Hot Vintage Men Poll all-stars.

Cute as a button with so much RIZZ! She and whatsisname in The Thin Man are relationship goals.

She was literally called the Queen of Hollywood! She is so sassy and funny in the whole Thin Man series. Absolutely hot in those, and who doesn’t love a woman who can laugh? She had the sultriest gaze and that style! Also before she was a star she sat as the model for an iconic statue for a school (representing “Fountain of Education”).

the glamour!! the banter!! the comedy!!

She's got this cute kinda scrunched up face AND shes funny AND shes got a bangin body.

#myrna loy #Mbissine Thérèse Diop #hotvintagepoll #fuck that old woman #ladies 3

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ciceroprofacto · 2 months ago

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Manhattan, February 1774 - Part 2

“That was President Cooper’s house.” Alexander let the curtain slip from his fingers as the carriage trundled on with no apparent intention of stopping. “I- uhm, I think your driver’s missed it.”

“It’s not Cooper's house we’re visiting tonight.”

A mild answer and then silence, so Mister Mulligan was not going to explain further.

Alexander sat back in his seat, twisted his neck against the stiff-ribbed collar, pulled his sleeves down so they’d stop bunching under his arms. Mulligan’s shoe buckles, his powdered hair, his rings, the fraying paper lining the inside of his coach, he struggled to find anything worth fixing his gaze on. The wheels kept rumbling underfoot.

It had made sense to assume this dinner was with Miles Cooper. Alexander had spent all his time for the last few weeks on Cooper’s assignment, and Hercules’ brother, Hugh, had been his host in Boston for the trip. He had been adamant that Alex should volunteer. So, Alex had thought- perhaps they had discussed the whole trip in advance.

But, perhaps not.

“Stop fidgeting with that.”

Alex’s thumbnail was scratching at the hem of his cuff. He pushed his sleeve back to his wrist.

“Best manners tonight.”

Alex cocked his head in wry acquiescence.

It was a point that Mister Mulligan had impressed thoroughly. When he’d brought Alexander to his shop and put him on the step riser to fit him with a finely-embroidered waistcoat, Alex had assumed he was only doing this to support some business with the university president, perhaps another elite party he was angling to host, perhaps a new contract to provide the school with uniform designs, perhaps he was being propped up as his son's tutor in hopes of securing his future enrollment.

Obviously, he wasn’t here to impress Cooper tonight, but Alex was still dressed in ridiculous finery for a reason and if he was going to titillate for another man’s interests, it would help him to at least know whom he was dazzling and why. “You said to be prepared to discuss my essay about the tea party,” he said. “I brought my notes.”

“And we will discuss them,” Mulligan leaned to peer out the window anxiously- as if their voices might drift onto the streets as they passed. “But not with Miles Cooper.”

“Then who?”

After biting his lip another moment, the tailor finally seemed to decide they were far enough away from Broadway. He drew the curtain. “When you came to this city, you followed recommendations from the Creugers, the Livingstons, the Lees. My own brother insisted you were brilliant- the most-driven, most relentless person he’d ever met. Everyone I knew was telling me I should take care to guide your energies because you could be a force in society. I told you as much.”

Alexander was taken aback by the flattery, immediately suspicious. In truth, he had neglected countless opportunities with the university in favor of involving himself in petty local politics and debates. Despite the fancy new clothes and the arranged dinner with a mysterious friend in high society, Alexander was bracing for Mulligan to say he hadn’t lived up to his reputation.

Instead, Mulligan asked, “Do you remember what you said to me?”

Alex blinked.

“You said that you got lucky.” Mulligan smiled, a slow, slanted stretch that reached up to his brows as if the conversation still amused him.

Alex remembered it, vaguely, but he was sure, “I didn’t use that word.”

“No, you said something about destiny being kind to you...or something to that effect.” He grinned as if the melodrama in that also amused him, “And I agree. It’s fortunate that you’ve come here, and it’s fortunate that you did so now."

"So, you have some grand plans for my essay." Alex said, hoping for the point of this, "You could be straightforward with them. Just this once."

Mulligan's smile clearly said he would not. "Before I bring you into this fold, I need you to understand why I'm doing it. Out of all the rising stars in your class, all your Corsican friends and the young scions of business and law that come in and out of my shop, I'm recommending you because you understand that your success has been arbitrary. Half your friends are convinced it was their own hard work that got them there, but men more brilliant than either of us are starving to death in the gutters while we'll attend an invitation from men half as brilliant and twice as rich. It's all arbitrary. Luck."

"I didn't say luck," Alex repeated.

"Fine. Destiny. Whatever you call it, it cannot be earned or returned. Someone who knows that it was mere luck that granted them the chance to be a contender- they won't delude themselves to believe it's their own actions that grant them opportunities and power. They'll recognize it as a fleeting blessing and they won't squander it."

"It seems to me that the opportunity I'm obliged not to squander right now is my education..." Alexander said.

He was pleased with the roll of Mulligan's eyes. "We both know how much of your energy that requires."

It was true that Alex would find some other way to distract himself if not this, but, "You're encouraging me to a task that I haven't even heard yet," he said. "I appreciate everything you've done for me in the last few months, but I'm not your blunt instrument."

Mulligan's mouth pinched at that. "Hardly mine- as I said, I'm recommending you tonight," he leaned and peeked out the curtain again as the carriage started to slow. "But, you should know- we are all tools. Each of us with talents and skills that could benefit our communities and ourselves. Not many of us are lucky enough to be situated so close to someone who can use us properly.”

To use him properly, Alexander's eyes narrowed. He was no stranger to Mulligan's whiggish tendencies, and he had attended Mulligan's drawing room for enough after-dinner conversations to know whom he was referring to when he was raving over 'tools'.

"So, are we meeting with James Rivington? Preventing the publication or trying to secure the rights to final edits?"

It seemed like the obvious answer. President Cooper would arrange a publication regardless of what Alexander wrote, and the Royal Gazette would be a possibility. Moreover, it would be a forum prestigious enough to perhaps merit these ridiculous clothes, especially if Rivington was entertaining.

But, Alex quickly reconsidered- "No, this isn't about avoiding or nulling the work, you're suggesting I should make myself a tool to..."

The carriage stopped.

Alex's eyes widened.

They were at the end of John Street near Golden Hill. The list of names narrowed, and the sly quirk of Mulligan's mouth left only one answer.

"King Isaac..."

That earned a full-throated laugh.

Alex wanted to grab the guess out of the air and swallow it back down. But, there wasn't any unkindness on Mulligan's face, and Alexander knew he was right.

He knew that, before Hercules married Elizabeth, he'd been an active member of the Sons of Liberty, a steady friend to their leaders. He had not known whether those connections were still intact.

He was pleased to discover they were, but “When I hoped for a chance to be useful, I always imagined it as a sword rather than a pen,” he said.

Mulligan had the decency not to laugh.

Alex could've covered his mouth if his arms weren't so stiff in this coat. He hadn't meant to speak of his hopes. He felt the embarrassed flush in his own cold cheeks, keenly aware of how he looked- slender, paltry; how he carried himself- rangy and bookish at best. He was aware of how ridiculous it must sound, someone like him wanting to fight.

But, if the Sons of Liberty needed a reporter and they were recruiting, that meant that they were planning as well. It meant that action was coming to New York- perhaps to Manhattan- perhaps an action like that at Griffin's Wharf in Boston. An action which it seemed like Alexander was about to be asked to promote and defend in writing rather than participate in...

“Perhaps that opportunity will come," Mulligan said. "For now, I think it will be fine to seize this chance, help in the best way you can, and we can hope that fortune continues to favor you.”

Alex said nothing.

“You’re pouting.”

“I’m not pouting.”

“You are."

The carriage door opened and Cato lowered the step for them. Mulligan didn't move to get out though, watching Alexander's face for some implacable signal of recognition.

Finally, Alex couldn't stand it anymore. He grabbed his parcel of notes and turned to crawl out of the carriage first.

They were only about a mile away from Mulligan's shop, but the only time Alexander had ever been this far north in Manhattan was when he first arrived and made obligatory visits to the Beekman family and Crueger's associates.

The houses here would be more-aptly described as mansions. The one they'd pulled up to was elegantly lit, attended by a full staff of well-dressed slaves in high, stiff collars much like the one that was currently chaffing Alexander's neck, though maybe with even more lavish embroidery.

Mulligan's heels clacked primly behind him, careful steps to avoid slipping in the icy road until he reached the carpet laid out by their host. He offered up his arm for Alex to take and they walked up the front lawn towards the columned portico.

"Y'know, I think Excalibur was a lucky sword to be put in that stone," he said. "But it still had to wait to be drawn.”

Alex laughed. The noise shocked out of him, because it was oddly kind. A trifling and silly reference to a fanciful story, but inexplicably comforting. It made him willing to trifle back, so, “What does that make you then? King Arthur?”

"Heavens, no!" Mulligan chuckled, "You're right that Isaac's already laid claim to the title 'King' around here. Merlin, perhaps?” He twirled his hands as if he were conjuring something in the air around his head, a mockery of divination. “And I see great things ahead for you. But, let's not call him 'King' here- Mister Sears in tonight's company, yes?” He patted the back of Alex’s hand where it was curled around his arm. “Best manners."

Alex nodded even though he still didn't know precisely who 'tonight's company' entailed.

Part 2

#ficlet #title's reference to Gigi Perez song #1 of 2 #shaking out the cobwebs #historical hamilton #hercules mulligan

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paladin-of-nerd-fandom65 · 5 months ago

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From disney there was an animated series called Gargoyles from the 90s.

Goliath's narration in the opening: One thousand years ago, superstition and the sword ruled. It was a time of darkness. It was a world of fear. It was the age of gargoyles. Stone by day, warriors by night, We were betrayed by the humans we had sworn to protect, frozen in stone by a magic spell for a thousand years. Now, here in Manhattan, the spell is broken, and we live again! We are defenders of the night! We are gargoyles!

That series was noted for dark tone, complex story arcs and melodrama, the character arcs were through in the series, as were shakespearean themes.

That animation had received comparison from other series Cybersix, Batman: The Animated Series and X-men.

Oh I know about that one alright

It’s a classic XD

#gargoyles #disney

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archivist-crow · 2 months ago

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The Haunted Atlas

Biograph Theater - Chicago, Illinois, United States

41°55′35″N / 87°38′59″W

The Biograph Theater is located on the north side of town and gained fame when Dillinger was gunned down near the alley outside on July 22, 1934.

Dillinger (1903-1934) enjoyed a spectacular career as a robber, earning him the title of the first Public Enemy Number One. Born in Indianapolis in 1902, he started his crime life at a young age, when he linked with the Dirty Dozen gang and stole coal from the Pennsylvania Railroad.

In 1924, Dillinger's professional crime life began with the attempted robbery and assault of a grocer. He served nine years in prison in Mooresville, Indiana, and was released in 1933. His time in jail was well spent, for he got to know many bank robbers who later became his accomplices.

Once out of prison, Dillinger became a robber in earnest, moving from city to city. In the space of 11 months, he robbed between 10 and 20 banks, plus police arsenals. He seemed to be a magic escape artist, evading traps set for him, and once even escaping from jail armed with a phony wooden gun. He murdered 10 men and wounded many more. A $10,000 reward was offered for him, dead or alive.

Dillinger hid at the home of his waitress girlfriend, Polly Hamilton. He was betrayed by Anne Sage (real name Anne Cumpanis), Hamilton's roommate. Sage was in danger of being deported and struck a deal with the federal government to inform on Dillinger in exchange for staying in the United States.

The fateful night came on July 22, 1934, when Dillinger took Sage and Hamilton to the Biograph Theater to see Manhattan Melodrama, starring Clark Gable. Dillinger was well dressed and wearing a straw hat. Melvin Purvis, the head of the FBI in Chicago, set up a trap. Sage would identify herself by wearing a red dress (actually orange).

When Dillinger exited the theater at 10:40 P.M. with the two women, one in a reddish dress, Purvis signaled his waiting agents to draw their guns. He identified himself to Dillinger and ordered him to surrender. Dillinger turned and fled toward an alley. FBI agents fired on him. Two bullets hit his left side and one entered his back and exited through his right eye, tearing it to bits. Dillinger was killed instantly and collapsed just short of the alley. He was rushed to Alexian Brothers Hospital, even though he was already dead.

Sage, who became known as the "Lady in Red," was paid $5,000 by the federal government for her part—but was deported anyway.

According to lore, instant souvenir hunters dabbed handkerchiefs in Dillinger's blood at the scene, before his body was whisked away to the hospital. Others hunted for bullet fragments.

Since that violent night, passersby have reported seeing glimpses of a ghostly replay of the killing. A blue-gray silhouette of a man is seen leaving the theater, running toward the alley, falling, hitting the pavement, and then disappearing. A ghostly figure also is seen hovering near the spot where Dillinger fell dead. The alley is known as "Dillinger's Alley.” The Biograph has gained a reputation for being haunted too; visitors can sit in the same seat once occupied by Dillinger on the last night of his life.

Popular lore persists that the man killed that night was not Dillinger, but a small-time criminal. Dillinger himself is said to have gotten away and lived out his life under a new identity. Little evidence exists to support the belief, which seems to be rooted in a common romanticism that denies the deaths of famous-and infamous-figures.

Text from The Encyclopedia of Ghosts and Spirits, Third Edition by Rosemary Ellen Guiley (Checkmark Books - 2007)

#the haunted atlas #biograph theater #John Dillinger #chicago #illinois #ghosts #haunted locations #spirits #apparitions

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citizenscreen · 5 months ago

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#OnThisDay in 1934, public enemy no. 1, John Dillinger, was gunned down by federal agents as he exited Chicago’s Biograph Theatre where he’d gone to see his favorite actress, Myrna Loy in MANHATTAN MELODRAMA.

#john dillinger #myrna loy #old hollywood #public enemy number one #1930s

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niniblack · 3 days ago

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Nini's Fic Masterlist

I mean you could also just go look at AO3 for this...

Nothing is ever fully abandoned, but yeah, some of these WIPs have been lingering for a few years. Sorry.

Cherik Fic

This far but no further & What stays and what fades away Mpreg melodrama followed by married couple shenanigans.

Is It Casual Now? Star Wars AU. Raven and Charles get into trouble and have to call Charles' ex, Erik, for help.

Can't Buy Me Love Maid in Manhattan AU. The part of Jennifer Lopez is played by Erik Lehnsherr.

The Boys All Love to Stare High school AU porn.

Hitting It Off Erik meets the perfect guy at the bar. Too bad Mr. Perfect is on a date with someone else...

On a Beach, With You (The Tel Aviv Remix) Charles Xavier meets Erik Lehnsherr on a beach in Israel.

Lucid Dreaming (The Just a Dream Remix) Charles is dreaming that Erik’s in his bed.

Office Hours Charles and Erik fuck in a bathroom.

Brimnes Erik helps Charles put together Ikea furniture.

Mint to Be Erik winds up in the ER with a candy cane stuck up his dick.

Running With You WIP Charles and Raven at Oxford.

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MCU Fic

Lucid Dreaming WIP The life Peter's been living ever since Endgame is all a lie.

A Thousand Lies (and a good disguise) Tony is responsible for creating the spider that gives Peter powers.

the long game Biodad au where Peter gets arrested for selling drugs, and that actually improves his life.

What's In a Name? Morgan starts calling Tony "Mr. Stark."

How to Get Banned from Monaco (again) Tony, Rhodey, and Peter go to Monaco for the grand prix.

the ghost at the back of your closet WIP Tony lives AU. The DODC charges both May and Tony with child endangerment for letting Peter go out as Spider-Man.

Extraction WIP Peter is kidnapped to a foreign country, and Tony is the contractor sent in to get him out.

The Simple Life The 8-year-old kid Tony didn't know he had turns up on his doorstep.

Since You've Been Gone Pepper solves a mystery.

Papa-Paparazzi The media thinks Tony is Peter's dad.

the one where Bucky kidnapped Peter Stark as a toddler SERIES Biodad AU where Peter was kidnapped and doesn't return home until he's 15.

Different Shapes and Sizes Aunt May meets the other Spider-Men.

Just Part of the Costume Peter wears a thong under his suit.

The Hottest Toy of the Season Uncle Ben is on a mission to find little Peter the Iron Man toy he wants.

The Best Thanksgiving Ever Tony' in-laws make some assumptions about his relationship with Peter. Also, they blow up a turkey.

A 10 Step Plan for Saving Your Mentor’s Life (a Guide by Peter Parker) WIP Tony takes Peter on a training mission that goes horribly wrong.

Tony Shark (doo doo do do do do) Undersea adventure.

I tamagot-chu (if you tamagot-me) Peter and Ned transfer Karen into a tamagotchi.

miles and miles to go (before I dream) The only chance of beating Thanos requires bringing Loki back from the dead.

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Captive Prince Fic

The Stowaway WIP Star Wars AU. Damen and Nikandros are pilots who find someone hiding in their ship's hold.

The Boyfriend Experience WIP Laurent's a hooker and Damen's the client who's in love with him.

All the Education (that I missed) Teacher!Damen and Student!Laurent, sort of.

Verisimilitude Auguste/Laurent. Laurent is intent on helping Auguste with a mission.

A Kansas City Shuffle FBI Agent!Damen and Criminal Consultant!Laurent. White Collar AU.

Frigid Huddling for warmth.

A Luxury Few Can Afford Laurent is undercover as the prince's pet when he meets Damen.

A Poorer Prospect Laurent is marrying a Patran princess, Damen attends the wedding.

Frisking Attempts at roleplay.

Sunburn Laurent burns easily.

Catalyst College AU. Damen makes a bet about being able to seduce Laurent.

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Lymond Fic

Cat Sitting Richard is tasked with babysitting his younger siblings.

Play to Win Lymond and Will get trapped in the Midculter cellar and decide to get drunk and play cards.

Inspection Duty On the eve of the Battle of Solway Moss, Jerott Blyth takes it upon himself to inspect the camp. He finds more than he expected.

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Star Wars Fic

relieved to lie in the wreckage Post-ROTS, Anakin is on the run.

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Glee Fic

Left in the Pieces Karofsky transfers to Dalton Academy.

5 Times Blaine was Slushied WISOTT

News Cycle The 24-hour news cycle doesn't allow time for grief.

I Don't Know How This Started, So I Won't Know When It's Done Kurt can't remember where he's been for the last three weeks. There's probably a good reason for that.

Just a Little Late Blaine would help Kurt, if he could just figure out how.

Nobody’s Business Finn calls Kurt in the middle of the night.

Earning the Right to My Silence There’s a line you don’t cross, even when you’re the one putting people in their place.

Don’t Let the Door Hit You on the Way Out Kurt just walked into a door. Really. Why won’t anyone believe him?

Baby, It’s Cold Outside (but not cold enough to wear that) Blaine's favorite party of the year is the annual ugly Christmas sweater party.

Tweety Kurt and Finn aren't allowed to have pets.

Manning Up "That's not a closeted guy hitting on you. That's sexual harassment."

The Way We Communicate Ten unconnected drabbles based on the random song meme that’s been going around.

The Boys All Love To Stare In which Kurt realizes that Blaine has a cheerleader fetish.

Sparkle Kurt has the perfect plan to get back at Principal Figgins for telling him what not to wear.

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Criminal Minds Fic

Checkmate AU of Memorium, featuring 4-year-old Reid.

The Forgetting Curve Spencer Reid has an eidetic memory. That doesn’t mean he remembers everything.

#my fic

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film-classics · 5 months ago

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Myrna Loy - The Queen of Hollywood

Myrna Loy (born Myrna Adele Williams in Helena, Montana on August 2, 1905 ) was an American actress who reigned as one of America’s leading movie stars in the 1930s and the 1940s. Millions of fans idolized her as ‘the perfect wife,’ a paragon of charm, sophistication and intelligence, earning her the title as "The Queen of Hollywood."

Of Welsh, Scottish, and Swedish ancestry, Loy moved to Culver City in her early teens. She first attended the exclusive Westlake School for Girls.��When her teachers objected to her extracurricular participation in theater, her mother enrolled her in Venice High School.

To help the family, she wroked at Grauman's Egyptian Theatre, where she performed in prologues, musical sequences that served as preliminary entertainment before the feature film. This led to work as an extra in Hollywood productions in 1925 and then a contract with Warner Bros. in 1926.

With the advent of sound films, she then became associated with musicals, and when they began to lose popularity, her career slumped. In 1934, after Loy's move to MGM, John Dillinger was shot to death after leaving a screening of her film Manhattan Melodrama (1934). She received widespread publicity, with some newspapers reporting that she had been Dillinger's favorite actress.

Loy gained further fame from the box office hit, The Thin Man (1934), which spawned five sequels. This marked a turning point in her career, and she was cast in more important pictures and became one of Hollywood's busiest and highest-paid actresses,

With the outbreak of World War II, Loy focused on the war effort, becoming an active member of the Hollywood Chapter of 'Bundles for Bluejackets,' helping run a Naval Auxiliary Canteen, going on fundraising tours, and volunteering for the Red Cross.

In the coming decades, she continued acting alongside her activism work. She organized opposition to the House Unamerican Activities Committee in Hollywood through radio broadcasts and petitions, worked with the federal government, and served in UNESCO.

In 1975, Loy was diagnosed with breast cancer and underwent two mastectomies. She kept her diagnosis and subsequent treatment from the public. This resulted in her progressive retirement from acting; her last film performance was in 1980 and her last acting role on TV in 1982.

In failing health, Loy died at age 88 in a Manhattan hospital during surgery following a long, unspecified illness.

Legacy:

Received an Honorary Academy Award in 1991 in recognition of her life's work both onscreen and off

Bears the likeness of the 7-foot statue outside Venice High School, titled 'Inspiration," created in 1922 and has since become a symbol of the school and the community

Has a building named after her at Sony Pictures Studios, formerly MGM Studios, built in 1935

Named Queen of the Movies in a 1936 national poll by New York Daily News

Honored with a block in the forecourt of Grauman's Chinese Theatre in 1936

Listed by the Motion Picture Herald as one of America’s top-10 box office draws in 1937 and 1938

Served as the full-time assistant to the director of military and naval welfare for the Red Cross from 1941 to 1945

Became a member-at-large of the U.S. National Commission for UNESCO from 1949 to 1954, the first Hollywood celebrity to do so

Has been the namesake of Venice High School's annual speech and drama awards, the 'Myrnas' since 1953

Served as Co-Chair of the Advisory Council of the National Committee against Discrimination in Housing from 1961 to 1962

Became a founding board member of The American Place Theatre in 1963

Commemorated with a cast of her handprint and her signature in front of Theatre 80, on St. Mark's Place in New York City in 1971

Appeared in John Springer's "Legendary Ladies" series at The Town Hall in 1973

Presented with the 1979 Career Achievement Award by the National Board Review

Honored by the Los Angeles Film Critics Association Awards in 1983 with the Career Achievement Award

Published an autobiography, Myrna Loy: Being and Becoming, in 1987

Was the winner of the 1988 Kennedy Center Honors

Honored by the Steel Pole Bath Tub with a song on their 1991 album Tulip that is both named after Loy and samples dialogue from one her film, The Thin Man Goes Home (1945).

Named by The Guardian named her one of the best actors never to have received an Academy Award nomination in 1991

Has been the namesake for The Myrna Loy Center for the Performing and Media Arts in downtown Helena since 1991

Honored as Turner Classic Movies Star of the Month for December 2016

Has a song named after her in Josh Ritter's 2017 album Gathering

Has a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame at 6685 Hollywood Boulevard for motion picture

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