Debra Paget was extremely beautiful in her prime and charmed millions of Americans when she starred in Elvis Presley’s film debut, Love Me Tender.
The talented actress was ”touched by the hand of God,” according to legendary director Cecil B DeMille.
Apparently, even the ‘King of Rock and Roll’ became obsessed with her…
Debra Page was born on August 19, 1933, in Denver, Colorado. Her real was Dabralee Griffin – but the actress changed her name as she moved towards movie stardom.
Raised in a showbiz family, Debra’s parents moved to Los Angeles in the 1930s so that they all could be closer to developing the film industry in Hollywood. (Debra’s two sisters, Tala Loring and Lisa Gaye, also had substantial film & TV careers).
Debra, who always wanted to be a dancer, has described herself as a ”post-depression” baby. She came into the world during a devastating and prolonged economic recession. Her family didn’t have much, but Debra held her parents in high regard.
“When I looked back, we had so much love in our home,” Debra said when being interviewed by Dale Evans Rogers.
‘Most beautiful legs in the world’
Pushed by her mother, Debra enrolled in the Hollywood Professional School when she was 11.
The talented young girl landed never doubted herself, landing her first professional job aged eight. Soon after that, she starred in a production of Shakespeare’s The Merry Wives of Windsor.
Her motion picture career began at the age of 14, and her big break came in 1950 when she was cast in Broken Arrow. Co-starring alongside James Stewart, Debra Paget portrayed a Native American maiden called Sonseeahray (“Morningstar”).
Debra’s “exotic” looks won her several roles in adventure dramas, and she soon earned the reputation as the only starlet who had never been kissed.
In the 1950s, she earned the title “The most beautiful legs in the world” when the National Association of Hosiery Manufactures polled 15,000 people in the industry. The deeply religious Debra won by a wide margin, according to The Baltimore Sun.
As a 14-year-old, Debra had signed an exclusive contract with 20th Century Fox. But it was when Paramount Pictures borrowed Debra for The Ten Commandments that she made her most successful movie.
Debra played the part of Lilia, the water girl, in Cecil B. DeMille’s giant biblical, spectacular movie. The blue-eyed Debra had to wear brown contact lenses – something that caused quite some trouble for her.
“If it hadn’t been for the lenses, I wouldn’t have gotten the part. They were awful to work in because the klieg lights heated them up,” she said.
The movie, which won seven Academy Awards, changed her life forever.
”It was probably the highlight of my career, ” Debra said.
Meeting Elvis
Debra Paget was a 22-year-old established Hollywood star when she stepped onto the set of Love Me Tender. Back then, she was probably the most beautiful actress of the Hollywood Golden age. And that is saying something.
She and Elvis Presley first met months earlier when both appeared on the Milton Berle Show on June 5, 1956. It was the moment when Elvis shocked conservative America by gyrating his famous, or infamous, pelvis during his now-iconic rendition of Hound Dog.
“Although I usually don’t form an opinion of a person until I have met him,” she explained. “Frankly I looked forward to my first meeting with Elvis Presley with mixed emotions. I’d heard and read a lot about this new young singing sensation from Tennessee—and most of it was not complimentary.”
The young singer surprised Debra in many ways during their first, memorable meeting. As a born-again Christian, you might think that Debra disliked The King, but it was quite the opposite.
When Mr. Berle introduced the 21-year-old rising star to Debra, he firmly grabbed her hand and said: “I’m glad to meet you, Miss Paget.”
Elvis then shook her mother’s hand with ”equal vigor,” excused himself, and a couple of minutes later came back with a chair for her.
“We were together for only a couple of hours but sometimes you can learn more about a person in a short span of time than in weeks of seeing one another constantly. I felt I did. From the very beginning, Elvis impressed me as a pleasant, sincere, obliging young man,” Debra recalled.
The proposal
A few months later, Debra starred opposite Elvis in Love Me Tender – his first movie. According to Daily Express, the singer became obsessed with his co-star. He believed that Debra was ”the most beautiful girl he had ever seen” and even visited her parent’s house.
“From the time he first came to the house, my folks have considered Elvis a member of the Paget clan—a feeling which, I believe, he reciprocated,” Debra explained.
But Debra and Elvis’s relationship was more family-oriented than a whirlwind romance – at least in the eyes of the young actress.
“I was very shy, very quiet and very immature for my age. I was in my very early 20’s but I was emotionally more like a 16-year-old. Elvis and I just sort of came together like a couple of children really.”
Elvis, however, seems to have thought otherwise.
“Following the film, he did ask me to marry him but my parents objected to my getting married. I cared about Elvis, but being one not to disobey my parents, that did not take place,” Debra shared.
In the end, Debra turned Elvis down – she had already fallen in love with Howard Hughes, a famous film producer and billionaire.
Debra would later marry actor and singer David Street, but she always spoke fondly of Elvis. And Elvis didn’t forget Debra either – many think she did set the template for Elvis’ fixation with the ‘Debra Paget look.’ For example, it was reported that young Priscilla Beaulieu changed her hair and make-up when she learned about Debra.
Debra left the entertainment industry in 1964 and is now 89 years old. Sadly, there is not much information about her life today; Debra seems to live a quiet and private life out of the limelight.
Elvis and Joan Blackman
Interestingly, Elvis’s proposal to Debra in the late 1950s wasn’t the only time he wanted to marry a co-star. After shooting Blue Hawaii with Joan Blackman in 1961, he wanted to tie the knot with her as well – while he was dating Priscilla.
Joan Blackman, who looked very much like Priscilla, has shared what really happened during the making of Blue Hawaii.
“When we first set eyes on each other (in 1957), there was a spark, a magic in the air… There was just that special something between us, sometimes so warm and wonderful you could almost reach out and touch it,” she told the Midnight Globe newspaper in 1977.
In the sensational interview, Joan Blackman said that Elvis ”really wanted” her as his wife and that he repeatedly begged her to appear in his movies, but she turned him down each time.
“I wanted parts because of my ability, not because I was dating Elvis,” she stated.
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My Husband Didn’t Save Me Any Food for Dinner While I Was Feeding Our Newborn Son
Five weeks ago, my world changed in the most beautiful and challenging ways when I became a mother. My son, with his tiny fingers and soft sighs, became the center of my universe. Yet, amid this new and overwhelming love, a shadow loomed over our little family’s happiness — my mother-in-law.
From the moment we brought our son home, she stationed herself in our living room, transforming it into her base camp. Her intentions might have been good, at least that’s what my husband believed, asserting she was here to help us navigate through these early days of parenthood. However, her presence quickly became another source of stress. She filled our home with visitors, contributing to the chaos rather than alleviating it. Despite this, I bit my tongue, choosing silence over confrontation, all for the sake of peace.
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Amidst the endless cycle of feeding, changing diapers, and soothing my son to sleep, I found little time for myself, often going hours without food. My mother-in-law, claiming that she was there to cook, didn’t extend her support to actually helping with the baby. Eventually, I was exhausted and hungry, clinging to the hope that at least I wouldn’t have to worry about meals.
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Last night shattered that last vestige of appreciation I had for her so-called help. After a long evening spent breastfeeding, I emerged from the nursery, expecting to find a plate saved for me, only to be met with indifference from my husband and outright disregard from his mother.
The coldness in her voice as she informed me there was no food left because she assumed I wasn’t hungry cut deeper than any physical hunger I felt. In that moment, my frustration boiled over. The argument that ensued was heated and bitter, revealing the deep fissures in our family dynamics.
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My husband’s defense of his mother, coupled with his outrage at my reaction, made it painfully clear that I was alone in this struggle. On top of it all, he even expected me to wash the dishes as well. Feeling utterly unsupported and unseen, I made the decision to leave, seeking refuge in my mother’s home. The calm and care I found there stood in stark contrast to the turmoil I left behind.
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Yet, even here, where I thought I would be safe, the conflict followed. My husband’s relentless calls and messages, each more accusatory than the last, painted me as the villain in this scenario. His inability to understand my perspective, to see the toll his mother’s presence and his lack of support took on me, was disheartening. The narrative he spun to his family, that I was keeping our son from him over a trivial matter like food, only added to my sense of isolation.
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As I tried to navigate through these swirling emotions, the bond with my son remained my anchor. His innocent dependence on me, his warmth, and his trust, fortified my resolve to seek a better environment for us both, even if it meant standing against the expectations and demands of my husband and his family.
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In the quiet of my mother’s house, with my son cradled close, I pondered our future. The path forward seemed daunting, fraught with difficult conversations and decisions. Yet, in the face of this adversity, I knew I had to advocate for myself and my son, to strive for a life filled with the love, respect, and support we deserved.
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In a moment of sheer desperation, I reached out to the one person I hadn’t considered before — my father-in-law. Through tear-blurred eyes and with a trembling voice, I poured out my heart, detailing every strain and stress that had pushed me to my limit. To my surprise, he didn’t just offer words of comfort; he took immediate action.
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Within the hour, we were standing together at my house’s doorstep, his usually gentle demeanor replaced with a stern resolve that I had rarely seen. He didn’t spare a moment for pleasantries, bypassing me to confront the heart of the turmoil — his son and wife, seated obliviously in front of the TV. The air grew heavy with anticipation as he declared, “This ends now,” a simple yet powerful decree that commanded attention.
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He turned to my husband first, his voice a mix of disappointment and authority, “You will wash the dishes every night from now on. Your wife needs your support, not your neglect.” The shock on my husband’s face was palpable, a visible sign that the weight of his father’s words had struck a chord.
Then, without missing a beat, he addressed his wife, my mother-in-law, with a clarity and firmness that left no room for negotiation. “And you, it’s time to go home. Your ‘help’ here is doing more harm than good.” The impact of his words on her was immediate; the usually unflappable woman was reduced to a silent, stunned figure, her protests dying before they could even begin.
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With the air still echoing his pronouncements, my father-in-law turned to me, a softness returning to his gaze, “Now, let’s go get you a proper meal.” That dinner was a welcome pause in the storm where understanding and compassion filled the gaps worn by weeks of tension. It was a balm to my frayed nerves, a gesture of solidarity that I had sorely missed.
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Back home, the reality of my father-in-law’s intervention began to take root. My husband, confronted with the undeniable truth of his neglect, took to the dishes — a symbolic act of taking responsibility not just for the cleanliness of our home, but for the well-being of our family. It was a turning point, one that reshaped the dynamics of our household.
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The changes were gradual but undeniable. My husband emerged as a more present and supportive partner, actively participating in the care of our son and the myriad tasks that keep a home running smoothly. My mother-in-law’s presence in our home, once a source of constant stress, became a rare and much more welcome occurrence. Her visits, now infrequent, were no longer invasions but genuine attempts to connect and contribute positively to our family life.
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This transformation, sparked by the bold yet necessary intervention of my father-in-law, brought about a sense of peace and respect that had been missing. The support I had longed for was finally manifesting, not just in the physical help around the house but in the emotional solidarity that now characterized our family. It was a stark reminder of the power of understanding and the profound impact of taking a stand for what’s right.
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In the end, the turmoil that had once seemed insurmountable became the catalyst for a deeper connection and appreciation among us all. My husband’s efforts to amend his ways and my mother-in-law’s adjusted approach to her visits painted a hopeful picture of our future — a future where support, respect, and love were no longer scarce commodities but the foundation of our home.
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