Oscar Levant in his book, The Memoirs of an Amnesiac says this: “My last picture for Warners was Romance on the High Seas. It was Doris Day’s first picture; that was before she became a virgin.”

So sad about her personal life. She deserved better.

Thanks, Doris, for many years of great songs, movies, and TV shows. You were the best. RIP.

No, it was Oscar Levant who said that.

Btw, Doris Day was cast as a single mother in her second film, released in April 1949. Capote was an unknown prior to the publication of his first novel in January 1948, and did not compose his first screenplay until 1953.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UtITbVX_-Nc

“These clips are taken from Doris’s 1975 musical-comedy special that guest starred John Denver, Rich Little & Tim Conway. “

Wikipedia: “Les Brown and His Band of Renown had been performing the song, but were unable to record it because of the 1942–44 musicians’ strike. When the strike ended, the band, with Doris Day as vocalist, had a hit record with the song, Day’s first #1 hit, in 1945. The song’s release coincided with the end of WWII in Europe and became the unofficial homecoming theme for many veterans.”

She never lusted for the lime-light, which may be one reason for her longevity in both career and life.

https://www.foxnews.com/entertainment/doris-day-no-funeral-memorial-grave
“Legendary actress and singer Doris Day will reportedly not have a funeral, memorial service or grave marker, per a stipulation in her will….While Bashara wasn’t sure exactly why Day did not want to have a funeral, he speculated that it’s because she was a shy person despite being one of the most iconic figures in history.”

Years later when taken to San Francisco for a business association board meeting/company paid vacation, my boss who was the business owner (and a real preppy, V-neck sweater 39 year old golfing type from a wealthy family) made it a point to take us all – himself, two machinery salesmen (one newly minted more or less), and wives included, to all the high spots in the San Francisco, Carmel, and Pebble Beach areas. He must have spent a fortune during those two weeks on the finest hotels and restaurants and golf courses.

I laugh now to think how old and experienced I figured he was at the time; but he did have a certain ease of manner in these surroundings which struck the right note.

Anyway, after we left the Hog’s Breath Inn one evening, he asked the cabbie for additional recommendations. The cabbie said that Clint Eastwood had another restaurant which he had more or less recently opened: some kind of famous or important former sheep farm which he was preserving, and that it had become the newest “must visit” spot. I’m not even sure it was completely restored. This was ’89, maybe. Possibly a year or even more earlier.

We got there a night or two later and … it seemed ok, something like a golf club dining room, not too grand, but with lots of windows overlooking some scenery it was difficult to appreciate in the dusk. I guess there were Hollywood types there at times, but I would not have known them if they were pointed out to me.

On the way out though, a couple of the wives became really excited when they peeped into a side room, which was, as I recall, off to the right near the front of the place as you exited. There was a mass of appreciative people crowding the room and the entrance to it; and Tina, and Jack’s wife, (I’ve forgotten her name at the moment) after wedging their way in and out again to investigate the subdued hubbub were all agog, saying that Doris Day was in the room singing. I didn’t feel like trying to peer over anyone’s shoulder, possibly even intruding on what might have been a semi-private gathering, so I just moved along.

Someone said it was something she did once in a while. Maybe. I don’t even know if it was actually she, or if it was, if she did.

That’s, the only Doris Day story I have.