Let's be things you'd find on the set of I Love Lucy

Chesterfield cigarette butts.

I'm Bill Frawley's delirium tremens.

Uh-oh!

Desi, rapidly deteriorating and developing an oily, gray, grimacing face while doing what he kept doing and done did until he couldn't do it no more.

He liked the good life and was able to enjoy a lot of it. But that health!

I'm Bob Carroll Jr's eyebrow.

I’m the well-worn prop wire hanger used whenever the Ethel character had one of her madcap “procedures”.

The phoniest brick and the fakest-looking windows (depending on the season) on TV.

"The Honeymooners" was the creepiest set, for me, but at least it started as sketches on two other of his shows before he did the 39 episodes and specials.

Off-topic. Sorry.

I’m the constant farts coming out of Bill Frawley’s asshole.

I’m Carolyn Appleby’s Chinese Modern Furniture.

I'm Lucy's much-abused kitchen stove and oven.

The rice. The bread. The horribly overdone roast beef. The dry-toast breakfasts with soap-water percolator coffee.

And I'm Desi's large cock in his boxers, smooth with Caesar Romero's ChapStick.

I'm Viv's black eye.

I'm Mrs. DeVries, from across the street

I’m the furniture Lucy changed every 10 minutes.

The cheap-assed Asian Brick-a-brack on the mantel.

The banjo clock. We had one too. I loved their apartment with the windows. The first one was claustrophobic. I thought their country place was devoid of charm and warmth.

The Franciscan Ivy dinnerware .

The Chinese ceramic figures on the mantel in the second apartment.

The framed reproduction of a Degas ballet dancer , also in the second apartment.

"Wondahfull!"

I'm Ethel's hostess pants.

R19. I saw those in Harper's Bazaar.

R20. Oh they're bizarre all right.

I’m Ethel’s toaster.

Oh, wait, she never got one!

I'm the Franciscan Ivy.

I'm

I’m Viv’s false eyelashes that Lucy ripped off.

I'm the separate conjugal beds.

We're the hookers in Desi's dressing room.

I'm Mrs Trumball giving blow jobs in my dressing room.

I’m scattered chocolates that fell off the conveyor belt.

Don’t worry, Viv will scarf us up.

I'm the pages of Frawley's script from the scenes in which he does not appear in the trash can.

I'm the used Kotex Viv stuck in Bill's script.

A door in the kitchen that goes nowhere.

I'm the hidden bottle of Vitameatvegamin Lucy drinks on the sly when she needs a bit of liquid courage.

I'm the hostility.

I'm the actor playing Little Ricky, wandering off onto the set of Gunsmoke.

I'm Lucy's Don Loper original.

Ethel's dungarees.

I'm the waxed fruit Mrs. Littlefield's mother gave her and Mr. Littlefield for their anniversary.

I'm the Degas prints that seem also to appear in the Beverly Palm, or at least something similar. (Did I also appear in Westport...?)

I'm the fat jokes about Ethel when Viv still weighed the same as Lucille.

I'm Vivian's on-set psychiatrist.

I’m Fred’s pants that are pulled up to his tits.

I'm Little Ricky's birth mother who weighed 400 pounds.

I’m the scissoring that takes place between Lucy and Viv after a few too many drinks in Lucy’s dressing room when Desi is out with “the boys”. At first, Viv feels dirty and abused, until Lucy does this thing with her pelvis that cause Viv to squirt more than the Bellagio fountains…..

I'm the daily crate delivery of Bacardi rum, half empty by 11am.

I'm one of the two twin beds in their bedroom. The one where the action happened... when Lucy was out of town.

I'm Barbara Eden, trying to be a more important guest star than I really am.

I’m Jay Sandrich. Desperate to get away from Lucy. Just had lunch with an ad agency guy named Tinker. I pitched an idea for a show set in Minneapolis.

[quote]I'm the waxed fruit Mrs. Littlefield's mother gave her and Mr. Littlefield for their anniversary.

WAX fruit (i.e., fruit made from wax), not WAXED fruit (actual fruit that has been coated with wax.)

R49, your Virgo is showing.

I’m Lucy’s racist, Chinese dance.

I am the good prince Lancelot.

R51, which episode was that?

I’m the Philip Morris signs and banners in the studio. I did Jack shit for the company.

I'm Ethel's blue jeans. I have never seen the inside of a subway.

R53. When Ricky's "mamacita" visits.

I'm the 3 year old emergency box of chocolates.

I'm Lily of the Valley's elbow.

I'm the bottles of bourbon in Tallulah Bankhead's dressing room.

OP I congratulate you on a genuinely interesting and original "Let's Be..." thread. Like the old days of DL!

Is r60 being facetious?

I’m the grapes stuck in Lucy’s nose and ears.

I'm William Holden's meaty cock.

[quote] Let's be things you'd find on the set of I Love Lucy -- I'm Barbara Eden, hiding from Desi in my dressing room.

Well, then you actually wouldn't be found on the set, now would you?

I'm Frank Nelson, pinging.

Tonight at 12:30 on Pluto TV “Ricky’s Movie Offer” will air. On the set you’ll see one of the greatest improv bits by Ethel when they prop up Ben Benjamin (the inimitable Frank Nelson). You can tell by Lucy’s reaction that it was not scripted or rehearsed. I wish I could find the isolated clip. YouTube has the lead up but then stops just before it.

I am (allegedly) Lucy's real Mother tied to a seat in the audience and ordered to give that "Oh Oh" laugh for every episode.

R37- I must correct that. She refers to them as Blue Jeans 👖 not dungarees.

I'm Phil Ober's fist.

I’m Butch Mertz, Fred’s dog.

I'm A Little Bit of Cuba

Well, I'm a Big Hunk of America

I’m the Italian haircut.

I’m henna rinse bottles.

R66, it was definitely in the script. Lucy absolutely wouldn't allow that kind of improvisation.

I’m Ethel’s bustle.

I do t k ow R75, the way that Lucy snorts out that cigarette smoke has always made me feel that it was improvised, though of course you’re right in that Lucy left nothing to chance. Here’s the script though it doesn’t have business or stage directions included.

I'm the genius of Karl Freund.

I’m the swaging-sheer curtains in the Ricardo’s windows just like my grandmas house+ the “Benician” blinds

I'm Ethel's hideous wardrobe, especially in early seasons.

I'm spaghetti. Lucy orders me in restaurants a lot.

I'm Mrs. Benson. I have a roast in the oven but I'm willing to move apartments TODAY!

Carolyn Applebee’s Chinese Modern decor.

I’m Don Loper’s scathing bitchiness.

I read that the live audience laughter was padded out with recorded laughter. I’ve heard that same “uh oh” in other tv shows.

Someone in the Desilu circle said that Phil Ober used to laugh really hard during filming, because -- they speculated -- he liked hearing himself when the episodes aired. I've never been able to isolate his laugh, though.

I'm Rock Hudson and I'm checking out Desi's ass. I think Lucy knows what I'm doing.

I'm the baby chick that Lucy smothered when she lay the box on top of me.

I'm Mary Wickes, waiting for r44's sloppy seconds.

I’m a can of All Pet.

Lucy’s menopausal hormones…in their Westinghouse refrigerator.

No artifical hormones back then. Menopausal women medicated themselves with booze and cigs.

I’m the trick cello with a plunger

R92:

“First defined only in 1821 by a French physician, menopause had historically been treated with everything from opium to acupuncture. Then, in 1942, Wyeth Pharmaceuticals introduced… Premarin, whose name was derived from its primary ingredient: pregnant-mare urine.”

How delightful!

Refrigeration was apparently not required, but knowing that crafty Lucy, it had to be hidden somewhere.

So there!

I’m the Vintage Lady Bradford Zippo Table Lighter.

I'm the Philip Morris cigarettes that killed both of them.

I’m the toilet in Lucy’s dressing room, which she had to allow female audience members to use during the first filming in order not to violate the health code.

r97 is that really true?

R98 Yes, it was featured in at least one biography, “Ball of Fire”.

[quote] I’m the toilet in Lucy’s dressing room, which she had to allow female audience members to use during the first filming in order not to violate the health code.

R97 Why didn’t Lucille make them use Viv’s toilet, or did Viv have to use the Texaco station next to Desilu?

I'm the none-too-convincing Connecticut house set.

I used Lucy's dressing room bathroom during a taping of Out of Practice back in 2005. I think at that point they had installed other bathrooms, but I was taken on a private tour and asked if I could use it. I urinated quite demurely.

I'm the painstaking recreation of the Imperial Theatre lobby seen in the episode when the gang attends Broadway's "The Most Happy Fella."

I'm William Holden. I managed to stay sober for exactly one hour while I filmed my episode.

I’m Tallulah Bankhead. I will be so drunk I barely make it through rehearsal but I’ll steal the show on tape night.

I’m the vodka in Desi’s tomato juice.

I'm the vodka in Desi's urine.

I'm Viv's potato salad.

I'm the teacups used by the Wednesday Afternoon Fang and Claw Society

I'm a turquoise cocktail hat with pearls. Pearls!

I’m Ethel’s dresses. All three of ‘em!

I'm the lyrics to Shortnin' Bread

I’m Lucy’s mink stole. You’re sitting on it.

I’m multiple slabs of John Wayne footprints.

Barbara Eden didn't run from Desi except when he didn't gave a c note in his conga fist.

I'm a naked Cornel Wilde

I'm a (nearly) naked John Wayne

I'm a naked Desi Arnaz

R116 Bob Cummings

I'm Cynthia Harcourt's donations ledger, with pledges of $500 each from Lucille McGillicuddy Ricardo and Mrs. Mertz.

I'm enceinte.

I'm the very mean LESBIAN who says to Lucy and Ethel that if one piece of chocolate gets by them without being wrapped you're BOTH FIRED!

I'm Mary Wickes, servicing the very mean LESBIAN after the show.

I am the George Washington Bridge with Lucy ,Ricky, Fred and Ethel drive over as their long journey to California begins

Don't forget about me- I'm the 1955 Pontiac Star Chief Convertible that takes them 3,000 miles across the country AND over the George Washington Bridge

R20 well they certainly are "bizzare"!

I'm Giuseppe and you wanna know sumtin'? Today, she's a my birthday too!

R118. That's Mrs. "Nertz."

I’m wrinkled canvas flats for background scenery.

Under the video of them driving over the George Washington Bridge someone commented- They should not be singing California here we come. They should be singing New Jersey here we come- I thought it was a funny comment.

I'm a crucifix and Holy Water.

I'm the back porch/balcony that's only seen in 1 episode.

They were on the back steps while dressed in turn of the century clothes. And when the bum tried to pretend to be Lucy's first husband.

I’m the Christmas episode that bombed.

Look what happened to YOUR washing machine,

I'm the big, black telephone.

I'm Eddie Grant's rack of wholesale lingerie...

I'm Desi's foreskin.

I'm the haggard look of the cast by the time the hour-long episodes began. Even Karl Freund can't erase me.

Actually, Fred and Ethel looked younger than Lucy and Ricky in those hour-long episodes.

I’m Max Factor makeup.

I'm Sweet Sue.

I'm Barbara Pepper shakin' what God gave me during the midnight jam session.

I'm a potato sack.

I’m the old bitch babysitter who dictated her hours to Lucy. I later showed up as a neighbor Lucy tried selling a vacuum to. I was just as bitchy then.

I’m Lucy telling a crowd, “whyncha tell it to her face?!” whenever Vivian comes back from the bathroom.

I'm a raging headache from all the unfunny shouting.

I’m the keys Fred jingles.

R145- More important I'm the pants Fred wears OVER HIS HEAD that showcases his huge stomach.

I’m a trash can loaded with jelly-filled chocolates.

She wasn’t a babysitter, she was a maid. And she informed Lucy that she wasn’t doing Lil Ricky’s laundry.

I’m Mrs. Porter’s peanut butter sandwich, still stuck to the roof of Lucy’s mouth.

OP: you MUST be an Elder Gay!

R149 That's how you eat a peanut butter sandwich!

I’m Fred in a fur coat.

[quote]I'm a raging headache from all the unfunny shouting.

Which got progressively worse over the years in her subsequent series. "Here's Lucy" was one long shout-a-thon.

I'm a mink T-shirt.

I'm hostess pants.

I'm a henna-rincess not a maharincess

I'm the rope the twins used to tie Lucy up.

I’m Don Loper originals.

I’m the pantry stuffed with unsold Aunt Martha’s Old Fashioned Salad Dressing jars.

I’m a little bit of Cuba.

I’m a big hunk of America.

I'm always wanting to look like a chrysanthemum...

I'm 623 east 68th street New York City.

The address the Ricardo's and Mertz's lived , however if you try to find the actual address you'll end up in the East River.

I'm soaking up the local color.

Grab a fork. I'm the world's biggest BBQ.

I'm the looooong loaf of bread that could not have possibly fit in the oven from which it's emerging.

I'm Ricky trying to electrocute Lucy by plugging in the television after she's removed the picture tube and is inside the console pretending to do a commercial.

I'm the overly generous beauty parlor allowance given to Lucy for her "henna rinse" and poodle pouf 'do. Ricky didn't get his money's worth.

I'm the domestic violence.

I'm Bill Frawley, who looked exactly the same age in the last Lucy-Desi Comedy Hour episode as I did in Episode 1 of I Love Lucy.

I’m Squeeze Comb Lilt Home Permanent.

I’m Little Ricky, a gift from God considering Lucy’s incessant smoking, prior abortions and peri-menopausal plumbing.

I'm Phil, roughing up Viv in her dressing room.

I’m the “Home Sweet Home” sign that turns up in both the Mertz’s bedroom and the One Oak Cabin.

Captain Stubing

We're young lovebirds played by Richard Crenna and Janet Waldo (Judy Jetson). One of us was pushing 30 and the other pushing 40 but we were supposed to be teenagers.

R175 "Keep gigglin' Peggy!"

I’m a few unfortunate, squashed baby chicks.

“Great, now we need a new rug!” gripes Lucy.

[quote] "Keep gigglin' Peggy!"

JIGGLIN'

Teresa Tirelli who spoke perfect English but Lucy kept saying she only spoke Italian because it made her story better. Jess Oppenheimer's son said that the entire grape fight was rehearsed within an inch of its life for the entire week of the taping because Lucy wanted it perfect. There was no misunderstanding or actual fight.

I'm Little Fred the Dog

R175 I had no idea that was Richard Crenna and Janet Waldo! OMG they did look old

I'm all the things Fred has himself trained to do in less than a minute.

R179- That is not true. I watched an episode of The Dick Cavett show from 1974 and Lucille Ball was talking about the grape stomping scene from that ILL episode. She said that big woman in the vat with her did not understand English and really went after Lucy when they were fighting- it was NOT rehearsed.

I feel like Ball embellished certain aspects of the show later.

R183. Um, she LIED!

R183, that's Lucy's story. Jess Oppenheimer's son Gregg says this: Cleanup time after Lucy's famous grape-stomping scene in "Lucy's Italian Movie." The only real problem they had with the scene was that during rehearsals, Lucy's hair kept going underwater. The prop and makeup people had to find something that wouldn't leave Lucy with permanently purple hair. At the last minute they came up with a food coloring that would wash out easily. Problem solved. Any stories you may have heard that the Italian woman in the vat spoke no English, or that Lucy nearly drowned, are simply untrue. The fight scene in the grape vat was carefully rehearsed all week. The Italian actress, Teresa Tirelli, was a card-carrying SAG member who spoke perfect English. She later appeared on the TV series "Dr. Kildare" and as a midwife in "The Godfather Part II."

I'm the suspension of disbelief that kicks in whenever Lucy and Ethel don wigs and costumes and their respective spouses take leave of their senses and fail to recognize them.

I'm the ancillary cast of characters, like Mrs. Trumbull, Carolyn Appleby, Freddie Fillmore, Dory Schary, Mr. Ritter, and Betty Ramsey, who all appear to have had a thing for Ricky and/or Lucy at one time. (I know Dory was played by Viv's lout of a husband). The Ricardos weren't THAT great looking.

The one man who appeared to have zero attraction to Lucy was the bus driver in the Hollywood episode. He clearly hated her from the second she boarded.

The only time I ever got mad at the Mertz's was when they blamed Lucy for all the feathers going everywhere in "Redecorating the Mertz's Apartment"

R189- That Nightgown salesman had the HOTS for both Lucy and Ethel.

Lucy wouldn't have done the grape stomping scene w/o rehearsal. Madelyn Pugh probably had to do a run through as well before Lucy agreed to do it.

I’m Carole Cook in ‘53, practicing Lucy’s wide-eyed facial expressions while hitting every Broadway audition…stunning producers with both my talent and that subtle hint of Arpege.

I’m Tallulah Bankhead naked backstage.

R190, I used to think that but Ricky's argument was sound. Lucy kept butting into the Mertz' business. She says she doesn't want "a boo boo on my record", yet she was close to breaking them up. It was Lucy's comeuppance, sorta like when she cried wolf and actually got kidnapped.

The fight in the vat actually came about during rehearsal. The original script called for Lucy to lose one of her earrings and she tries to find it only to have Teresa step on it and howl with pain. Lucy secretly takes off the other earring and throws it outside the vat. End scene. It clearly needed something more and during the rehearsals is where the concept of the fight happened. If you remember one of those Lucy TV movies (maybe Nicole Kidman), it showed Lucy on her back trying to find the earring by flipping her arms and legs wildly.

I’m the changing sets for the Mertz’s roof.

I’m Ricky’s uncle. Lucy calls him a fat pig in Spanish.

I’m the Ricardo’s TV set, only showing up when needed.

Did Lucy learn Spanish during her years with Desi?

I'm a figurative title

I'm a carton of Chesterfields.

I am also Mrs. Benson who wants to remind you all that I was Lady Beekman in "Gentlemen Prefer Blondes."

My real name is Norma Varden.

Gin and regret

I’m Desi’s pit-stained shirts.

And I'm Cesar Romero, taking a whiff of r205.

I'm Hal March, years before the quiz show scandals, which would eventually kill him (that and Chesterfields).

I’m the magical checked suit that Lucy wore in both the Vitametavegamin and Candy Factory episodes. Talk about a good luck charm.

I'm the ugly jacket that was worn (in different episodes) by Ricky, Fred, and Dore Schary.

We're the feathers that some poor schmucks had to clean up after the pillow-fight-meets-painting-party episode.

Vivian's on it, r210.

Up until now, I never realized that not only does 623 E. 68th St. not exist, neither does 62 E. 68th St., nor 23 E. 68th St. I daydreamed about living on either the third or sixth floors of those buildings and having a secret Lucy room or something.

[quote] A door in the kitchen that goes nowhere.

It goes the back porch.

I’m Lillian Appleby, Carolyn’s evil twin sister.

I'm Carolyn's glasses.

I'm Harpo Marx's curly mound of blond pubes

I'm Marion Strong, slaying in "The Senior Shenanigans of The Rappahannock School For Girls!"

I’m the wilting wax flowers in Connecticut.

R213 at some point there was a door that went nowhere on the same wall as the refrigerator

Yes, that door was on the same wall as the fridge, in the far left.

Of course I know the back door went to the porch. Duh. But there was ANOTHER door in the kitchen besides that one, R213.

I’m Fred’s idea of a Hollywood outfit.

I am the Queen of the Gypsies.

R215- I’m the strings attached to Lillian Appleby’s glasses.

Maybe Lilian Appleby was the original Chris Costner Sizemore.

In one Hollywood episode Ricky called her Lillian (.her original name) but by Hollywood it had already been changed to Carolyn, which Lucy and the others called her.

Good catch, r225.

I'm Desi, who can sometimes be heard laughing off-camera. I also cracked up a lot on-screen when Viv nailed a particularly funny line.

I'm Bobby the Bellboy. You don't see me around the hotel after the Cornel Wilde incident because I got fired. Mrs. Ricardo neglected to tell you that, didn't she?

I’m two sides of beef, only 69¢ a pound.

I'm Lucy's mother laughing.

R225, not necessarily correct. The prop post card used on that episode is addressed to Lillian.

R224- She was a bigoted snob by 1971.

[quote]I'm Harpo Marx's curly mound of blond pubes

Here you go

R232. Harpo was uncut! Where did you find such a thing?

Quite the bush.

R220 I always assumed it was a pantry closet.

Seeing as how Minnie's boys were Jewish I doubt he was uncut.

Connected to All In The Family. I read once that Lucille Ball did not like or approve of All In The Family and though it should be taken off the air.

R237 Lucy was pretty prudish.

Lies r238!

I must oh dear myself again.

It's thought not though

I confer on you my forgiveness, r240.

R236. The photo in R232 looks like a turtleneck to me...

I’m the Don Loper salon set. Fancy schmancy!

I'm the fireplace in Connecticut that's never used.

R243. I'm Don Loper's salon saleswoman who moves to Miami and becomes great friends with Celia Rubenstein.

I'm Vivian Vance's messy hair and unflattering clothes on "The Lucy-Desi Comedy Hour."

I'm Hal King, Max Factor Makeup Director and Lucy's makeup artist.

r246 = Phil

BTW, I am the actor who played the hobo who tried to pass himself off as Lucy's first husband. In real life, I was the only husband of the fabulous Tallulah Bankhead. Tallulah dahling once led a party of her friends into their bedroom with the express purpose of confirming the size of his manhood which she had always bragged about to all and sundry. The guests observed him sleeping naked and were able to confirm the description absolutely.

He also appeared on the show as a potential renter of one of the apartments. His name was John Emery.

R249 wins

r249 = Cesar Romero

Size 56 boxers with skid marks.

I'm Desi's elevator shoes.

I’m the extra couch cushion to help Desi look taller when sitting.

I'm the flats Lucy always wore to make Desi look taller.

R237, Lucy's trite moralizing is another reason why she never should have played Mame.

I’m Mrs. Pettibone and Mrs. Pomerantz of The Society Matron’s League

I’m frozen peas.

I'm a snively little morsel of roast beef...

I’m Cesar Romero, sucking Desi’s uncut pinga.

I’m a pile of horse shit in the den.

I would day "I'm okay," but that's a swell way to get off to a lousy start.

I'm Pepito the Clown doing those baby crying imitations for Mrs. Trumbull.

I'm the bass drum belonging to one of the Friends of the Friendless.

I'm Tallulah Bankhead and I'm not wearing any panties.

[quote] at some point there was a door that went nowhere on the same wall as the refrigerator

Pantry?

I’m Ethel’s girdle.

I'm Myra Marsh who only gets through a few lines of "Hiawatha". Lucy also recited it.

R268 “AH HA HA HAAAAAAH! AH HA HA HAAAAH! A HA HA…erm, well, anyway.”

I’m Lucy’s mother in the audience going “uh oh”.

I’m Ethel’s “Why don’t you think it ovah” to Mrs. Trumbull.

I'm Mr. and Mrs. O'Brien and we are going to blow up the Capitol.

I'm Miss Dorothea Wolbert, President of Ladies Overseas Aid. I flew all the way from Indiana for this, so give me the $3,000, Miss Mertz!

I am the self-congratulatory story that Ethel keeps repeating to anyone who will listen about how her friendship with the Ricardos means more to her than anything else. I've had more performances than "South Pacific."

I’m the photo of “Shrinking Violet” daddy keeps on the mantle.

"Is she coming with us?"

R273. Dorothea, please take a couple hundred out of the ladies' donation and purchase a fur that isn't molting with bald spots. That always bothers me, how crummy that woman looks.

I'm hitching up my girdle.

The telephone that the Ricardos were too stupid to use to call the Littlefields to say that they were going to be an hour late.

I'm the clock that Lucy was too stupid to set forward an hour.

I'm Fred's tie with a split pea soup stain.

Im Bobby the Milkman who was run out of town by Mr. Foster for screwing Mrs. Grace Foster, so I moved to Hollywood and got a job as Bobby the Bellman.

The Fairy Princess costume that Ethel got to wear because she was the same size as Jimmy Wilson's hefty mother.

R256.

My folks received a mailer around 1980, listing her among other notables supporting prayer in schools, a return to family values, etc. and my mother was horrified.

Carole Cook, as a good friend and part of my extended family, said…wait for it… look at Gary for that bullshit.

Yet another example of him not able to read the room.

I hope he’s roasting in hell.

I’m all of the chicken shit on the Connecticut house floor when Lucy was trying to raise chickens.

r284 Gary? Really? I've never known a Jew in my life who supported "prayer in schools."

I'm Little Ricky's teddy bear that Lucy wheeled into surgery.

Can someone please explain r128 to me? I assume Desi was Catholic, but ...

Ball was the devil?

I'm the happy expression on Frawley's face when he gets to do a little song and a little dance.

Just watch him light up while doing it.

I'm Don Juan.

And I'm Don Juan's footfall...

I’m Lucy’s giant headdress.

I'm Desi Arnaz's uncut cock that the crossdresser Edgar Hoover got to see when he had Arnaz picked up on trumped up charges in the 1940's- arrested and strip searched and photographed naked after Hoover saw him in a play and apparently had the hots for him and wanted photos of him naked.

I'm the italian style wig Lucy wore that was very "sheik" during that time. Short, dark and feathered, like all the neorealist girls. I made Ricky look at Lucy in a way he hadn't "since before they were married" . I made Ricky super horny, apparently.

R294. On Ethel it looked like Life with Luigi

I’m wigs styled by Irma Kusley.