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Stories of theatrical lore often slip into legend, and many come with an extra dollop of “un-truthiness” that make for a better tale. But the one that occurred on this date at Broadway’s Shubert Theatre on the night of May 7th, 1953, happened exactly as reported. After all, the opening night critics were there (those were the days), witnessing it with their own eyes (and pens). To set the full scene, the show was an original musical entitled Can-Can.

The opening night Playbill for Can-Can (1953)

It had words and music by the inimitable Cole Porter; book by Abe Burrows (hot off Guys and Dolls) and dances by Michael Kidd, who had won the first of his five Tony Awards as Best Choreographer for his work on Finian’s Rainbow, and would win his third for Can-Can (Guys and Dolls came between). Produced by the team of Cy Feuer and Ernest H. Martin, whose two previous shows had been Frank Loesser’s first musical, Where’s Charley? and his masterwork, Guys and Dolls), their next three shows were the British import The Boy Friend (the Broadway debut of Julie Andrews); another Porter hit, Silk Stockings, followed by the Pulitzer Prize winning How To Succeed in Business Without Really Trying. As Broadway producers, they were said to have possessed the Midas Touch, and no one helped promote that image more than Feuer and Martin themselves.

The star of Can-Can was Lilo! (I put the exclamation point in myself — she didn’t carry it with her). And who was Lilo that she could get away with one name like Cher does or Prince did? Well, she was a beautiful and leggy chanteuse who had become an international sensation in French music halls in the early 1950s and was therefore a pretty good choice to portray a nightclub owner in 1893 Paris. She had a striking and sexy voice (listenable on the original cast recording), and belted out what became hit tunes such as “C’est Magnifique” and “I Love Paris.”For her efforts, she was well reviewed in the role.

Lilo as La Mome Pistache in Can- Can (1953)

But someone else from the cast of Can-Can; someone without their name above the tile and listed as a featured player stole Lilo’s thunder on that early Spring night sixty-four years ago. Her name was Gwen Verdon.

Gwen Verdon as Claudine in Can-Can (1953)

Though we have the stories by way of what happened out front on May 7th, it sure would be great to have the backstage stories of what went down on May 8th. Can you imagine what Lilo was like arriving the next night after having her show stolen out from under her by a featured player? Sure she could take some degree of joy in Brooks Atkinson proclaiming in the New York Times that “When Lilo takes charge of a song, the temperature in the theatre rises perceptibly. She has a good brass-band voice; she is a stunning blonde and she tosses herself into the middle of the show with gratifying abandon.” But it couldn’t come close to comparing with Walter Kerr in the New York Herald Tribune, who wrote of the favor that choreographer Michael Kidd had done “by introducing a red-headed extrovert named Gwen Verdon. From the time she starts playing footsie with a tempting apple in that first act finish, she is the dance discovery of the season. Miss Verdon comes upon sex with a magnificent astonishment, rueful, dismayed, interested, and deeply pleased all at once. The abandon with which she takes over the later, “Apache” business — sending chairs and males spinning with a flick of her ankle — is devastating. The audience held up the show for some minutes in Miss Verdon’s honor last evening, causing the actress to take a breathless bow in even great deshabille that the producers of Can-Can probably intended.”

For those unfamiliar with the term, deshabille, it is defined as “a state of undress.” As the Times was a family newspaper, what Kerr was describing is how Verdon exited at the end of her number to an ovation so forceful that it forced her back onstage. The show simply couldn’t go on. And Verdon, unaware of what was happening, did what she had to do next —change into another costume. Informed that the audience was clamoring for her — and practically naked — she returned to the stage and took her extended bow in front of the drop curtain … wearing her bathrobe. (Some reports are that it was a towel).