Wait, isn't he supposed to give her something? In fairness, he did. I'd call it venerability. To say nothing of companionship. Such as it was, though. Got all her best years, the old drunk. But then, she seemed to like it that way. Whatever. None of my biz.
All I'm saying is, I love Adam's Rib
, and I hope you do, too. And I hope you love this picture. Love the black & white. Soak it up. Because I'm afraid you won't be seeing much more of it as the countdown
Labels: 1940s, Favorites, Katharine Hepburn