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The episode was originally released 11/2018.
In 1947 Sinatra recorded 70 sides, his highest creative output in any year. On 9/6/47, he was back as the featured emcee of The Lucky Strike Hit Parade on CBS. Axel Stordahl and his orchestra joined Frank on the program. There was just one major problem: Sinatra could only sing his own songs if they made the Hit Parade top 10. Fewer and fewer of his songs did so.
His yearly income dropped below $1 million for the first time since 1942. No one felt sorry for him.
With his star dimming, right-wing columnist Westbrook Pegler went on the attack. Pegler had been an open adversary of both Franklin and Eleanor Roosevelt and had opposed the New Deal vociferously. He hammered Frank in his columns all through September, warning the American public of the danger of being a Sinatra fan. On 9/26 he wrote, “There is a weird light playing around Sinatra. Hitler affected many Germans much the same way and madness has been rife in the world.” Later Pegler slammed Sinatra defenders amongst the left and center, stating they were part of the Communist Propaganda machine, bullying the government into staying silent. Frank Sinatra was a draft dodger, a bully, a sex offender, and a crook. He shouldn’t be trusted.
In 1947 Frank Sinatra was no doubt a 32-year-old unfaithful husband with a short temper, but he was publicly called a communist who somehow had ties to the Italian Mob, a crime syndicate known for being ruthlessly capitalist. Worse yet, Sinatra's popularity was being compared to a man that had millions of people killed and who had only died two years earlier.
Perhaps no one could withstand the journalistic slander lobbied at Sinatra in the late 1940s, but his decade of fast-living and seemingly arrogant behavior did him zero favors.
By the end of 1947 his record sales were falling, and his own erratic behavior continued. Bobby Soxer fans from 1941 were now in their mid-20s. Many had husbands of their own. They were appalled at Sinatra’s disrespect of his and Nancy’s marriage.
On 1/1/48, a new American Federation of Musicians strike began. It would last until early December. In the interim Sinatra would go into the record studio twice, laying down only three sides. Production on Sinatra’s latest film, The Miracle of the Bells had wrapped the previous September. He suddenly found himself with more time on his hands.
He’s only a supporting player in the film behind Fred MacMurray and Alida Valli. Sinatra had no desire to go to Miracle’s premiere, but the film’s producer, Jesse Lasky, reminded the star he was contractually obligated to do so.
Sinatra flew to San Francisco for the premiere and behaved well at the premiere itself, but he made a scene at the Fairmont Hotel, taking up in the largest suite and ordering eighty-eight manhattans for room service. At 4AM, unable to sleep, he ordered a piano be sent up to his suite. Several people had to be awakened to get this request done. The next night he took twenty people out, then brought them back to the hotel for a party that didn’t break until 7AM.
After the premiere, he decided he needed to go back to Palm Springs at once. Unfortunately, a thick fog had rolled in and all planes were grounded. Sinatra and Jimmy Van Heusen took a limousine home… a five-hundred mile trip that cost RKO over $1100.
Critics panned the film. Time declared that Frank Sinatra, looking rather flea-bitten as the priest, acts properly humble—or perhaps ashamed. If Sinatra was ashamed of his life and career, it would have been justified. He was losing his audience, his prestige, and very rapidly, his hair. Trade papers wondered if Frank was finished.
On May 31st, all three stars reprised their roles for a Lux Radio Theatre adaptation of the film.
One night, Frank and songwriter Sammy Cahn were hanging out on the terrace of Frank’s old penthouse apartment at the Sunset Tower. Cahn pointed across the street to a series of little houses. One of them was owned by Tom Kelly, an interior decorator. Kelly was away. Sammy asked Frank if he knew who was currently occupying that home. It was Ava Gardner.
They both laughed and began to yell Ava’s name out into the night. “Hey! Ava Gardner!” “Can you hear me Ava?” “We Know you’re down there, Ava!” A curtain drew back, the window opened, and Ava stuck her head out and waved.
One day Sinatra asked her out for dinner. They had drinks, dinner, and wonderful conversation, and they kissed. Frank took her home. They said goodnight. It would be months before they saw each other again.
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