Page 12 University Daily Kansan Friday, March 28, 1954.
Hepburn, Holden Win Oscars
Hollywood, Calif. — (U.P.) A story once considered useless as movie material, a big-eyed Hollywood newcomer, Audrey Hepburn, and veteran actor, William Holden won coveted Oscar's last night at the 26th Academy Award ceremonies.
Song and dance man Frank Sinatra, to the shouts and applause of 2800 celebrities and fans in the Pantages theater here, collected the first serious show of his first serious role, that of a tragic GI in "From Here to Eternity."
One of his co-stars, pretty Donna Reed, shouted "hurray" and raced the stage to take an Oscar for her performance at a stress of 1953, also an "Elegantly" role.
"From Here to Eternity" reached the rank of a film classic by winning eight separate awards including the "best picture" Oscar—honors that equalled those of the old favorite "Gone with the Wind."
"From Here to Eternity," James Jones' lyrical barracks-room novel of Army life in pre-Pearl Harbor days, had been turned down by
Miss Hepburn won the best actress award for her first picture, "Roman Holiday." Mr. Holden won his first Oscar for his portrayal of the cynical hero in "Stalag 17."
many major studios before Columbia bought it for the screen. Mr. Jones earthy dialogue and plot had been considered unsuitable for film fare.
Yet it swept the Academy awards categories, equalling "Gone with the Wind," and passing "The Best Years of Our Lives," which won seven Oscars.
The four happy stars, all first-time winners, had been selected in advance polls to win.
"The picture never could have won these honors without Montgomery Clift. He was the heart of the whole movie."
Fred Zinnemann won for best director and Daniel Taradish for best screen play with "Eternity." The movie also scored in the black and white photography and film editing divisions.
Miss Hepburn, now starring on Broadway, walked slowly to the stage of a New York remote control telecast to accept her statue.
Mr. Zinnemann indicated he thought another star of the picture should have been honored, when he said after the ceremony:
"This year I thought it would go to someone else," she said as she
Mr. Clift lost in the best actor race.
held the gilded statue with trembling hands a few minutes after it had been handed her on the stage of the Center theater.
"My goal is still the same," she said in a husky, vibrant voice that was difficult to hear above the noise of the crowd that shoved to get near her. "I want to be a really good actress. Getting this award—well, it's like being given something to wear when you're small that you can grow into."
When Mr. Sinatra's name was called near the end of the 90-minute event, he excitedly kissed his escort—his 14-year-old tearful daughter, Nancy.
Mr. Holden murmured, "wow," as he stumbled out of his seat at the Pantages, but at the stage he merely mumbled, "thank you." Later he explained he had prepared a speech but had been told time was running short for the NBS telecast of the show.
"I'm going to keep my Oscar in my dressing room at the studio," he grinned. "After all, I won it at the studio."
Later Mr. Sinatra said he carried in his pocket a St. Genesis medal that little Nancy and Frank Jr., 10, had given him.
The Rover Boys Report—
Night Raiders Foiled As Camp Session Ends
By CLARKE KEYS and TOM STEWART
The noise you hear is us folding our tent and silently stealing away.
We've had it, ladies and gentlemen. As of tonight we begin the difficult process of adapting to over-heated buildings and beds that don't smell like burning leaves. $ \textcircled{*} $
Last night we played a game that we had played the night before, only last night we were successful. Knowing that many of the braver lads about campus were itching to steal up in the night, dump our tent, and scamper away, Keys spent several we hours standing in the nearby Daily Kansan newsroom window with a press camera and a double flash.
Shortly before 1 a.m., two young men made themselves ultra-conspicuous by trying to look too casual (all the honest folk make no bones about staring), and so, as they approached the tent the cameras were focused.
signs to our tree—some rubbish about Quantrill. At a choice moment, Clark let go with the flashes, and scared the wits out of the two desperadoes. They dropped their signs and fled like two kids who were caught trying their first cigarette.
Chuckling at the way the suckers had risen to the bait, Clarke was changing bulbs and film when our two frightened mousies returned with three of their friends—all wearing handkerchief masks.
They began trying to attach two out of his sleeping bag.
This time they didn't mess, but went straight to the tent. They yanked out Stewart, who was half out of his sleeping bag.
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