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Hundreds of yellow roses adorn the Oscar
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"The real Hollywood is private, hon," the kind father said to his disappointed young daughter as they looked for signs of stardom this afternoon in front of the Kodak Theatre. Dad speaks the truth, of course, but none of the thousands milling around Hollywood Boulevard today want to believe it, including a tourist from Minnesota looking for his Oscar.
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| The bald one is Oscar |
He found it inside the theater, surrounded by a remarkably relaxed group of florists, considering the big day is tomorrow. He got a look at the famous red carpet too, stagehands walking all over it like it was in a basement rec room.
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| Road closed. Patrolled by tricycle. |
Hollywood Boulevard is closed in front of the theatre these days, but gawkers are encouraged to straggle around the massive preparations for tomorrow's network coverage . . . as long as they keep moving and don't bunch up too much. Merchandising rules.
The aluminum grandstands where fans will adore the arriving stars are all vacant today. They're reserved by guest ticket only, of course.
The Academy must have mailed them to his Minnesota address by mistake. Oh well.
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Photos by Stan Rolfsrud
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