Film aficionados will readily recall a masterful early
example of Film Noir, 1944’s classic “Laura”. A suspenseful dark romance, it
opens with a street-smart detective, Mark McPherson (played by Dana Andrews)
finding himself fixated by a portrait of a wealthy, beautiful young lady, Laura
Hunt, who has mysteriously disappeared (superbly essayed by Gene Tierney), and
foul play is suspected. Although they have never met, McPherson finds himself
enamored of the lady in the portrait, falling hard for the missing Laura. After
numerous twists and turns, peppered with attempted murder, Laura’s cad of a
fiancée, a venomous poison-pen news columnist and a cast of characters (each
with their own agenda), all ends well. McPherson and the very-much-alive Laura
fall in love and all is right in the world. Fade to black.
A similar, teasingly enigmatic portrait of a beautiful
lady, by renowned artist Denman Fink, hangs in the Coral Gables Museum. Done in
1943, it captures the imagination of those who have seen it since it was first
displayed publicly in 2016, an important component of an exhibition of Fink’s
work. The auburn-haired young lady looks directly at the viewer – poised,
self-assured and confident. Dressed in an exquisite sky-blue evening gown, an
imposing bracelet of diamonds and pearls twinkling at her wrist, and a white
fox fur casually resting on the back of her chair, she is elegant and
comfortable in her privileged world. Who was this self-assured beauty, and how
was she connected to Coral Gables?
Her name was Willie Jane (“Cherie”) Frost. A true
Daughter of Dixie, she was born in Alabama on September 3, 1912 into old family
wealth and pedigree on both sides – populated with bankers and newspaper
tycoons and their gracious, privileged wives.
Frost’s father, William Alexander Frost, Jr., a Tennessean born in 1883,
and her mother, Norma Ward, born in Selma, Alabama, in 1885, wed in 1907 before
a sizable contingent of Tennessee’s Old Guard. They were wed for less than six
years when Stewart died suddenly in Baltimore in 1913, leaving Nora a widow
with two small children. Norma and her two daughters went to live with her
parents, the prominent William and Sara Ward, in Selma.
Following the expected schooling for someone with her
pedigree through high school, Frost attended the venerable Judson College, an
all-female institute, where she divided her time between sculpting and voice
study, continuing with these subjects at the Ivy League’s University of
Pennsylvania, where she received her B.F.A. degree. Frost became a member of
the Fellowship of Pennsylvania Fine Arts, was a loyal member of Tri Delta
Sorority and of the American Association of University Women. Frost continued
to hone her sculpting (studying with several prominent sculptors), with pieces
being exhibited in New York and Philadelphia. At the end of December 1940, her
work was being displayed at the Miami Beach Public Library & Art Center.
Frost and her mother had made numerous visits to Coral
Gables over the years before deciding to make Coral Gables their permanent home
in 1940, purchasing a spacious residence at 3407 Toledo Street. Frost was also
an accomplished equestrienne, a passion since childhood. She had several of her
eight horses transported from Alabama, and promptly won the amateur
championship at the annual Miami Horse Show and figured prominently at the
annual Tampa Horse Show in February 1941.
As the thoroughbreds obviously could not be housed on
Toledo, by the end of 1941 Frost and her mother were spending a good part of
their time at their “place in the country”, a 20-acre compound on the corner of
Miller Road and Hope Avenue. By January 1942, while the place was still in the
“frontier stage”, they had completed stables for the horses, which had been
housed nearby – erected so quickly it was built almost over the heads of the
horses”. Grounds had been cleared, a charged wire fence enclosed the property
and plans called for a small house, to be surrounded by fruit trees and
vegetable gardens, the latter another passion of Frost.
In 1943, still the socialite, Frost commissioned Denman
Fink to paint her portrait, which was justifiably acclaimed, and while she
continued to ride in shows, continued to sculpt and remained active in the
social world, her life was relatively a quiet one…until February 1950, when all
hell broke loose, and Frost found her photo and titillating headlines in
newspapers from coast to coast.
“BLONDE ALMOST WRECKS PLAINE IN AIRBORNE ‘LOVE RIOT’”,
“GAY BLOND PUTS PILOT IN A SPIN”, “FLYER BATTLES KISSING BLONDE 3,000 FEET IN
AIR” AND “TWO FLIERS FIGHT OFF LOVE-MAD BLONDE, LAND PLANE” are just a sampling
of the headlines that burned up the AP and UP wires across the county on
February 18th, and the headlines didn’t disappoint.
Described as a tempestuous 37-year-old platinum blonde,
Frost, who was identified as a voice student and sculptress, a resident of
Coral Gables, Los Angeles and Selma, had arrived from California at New York’s
LaGuardia Airport shortly before 2 AM on February 17th. Frost was well dressed
and seemed completely normal, although most anxious to get to Palm Beach,
stating she had to get to the bedside of a sick girlfriend as soon as possible.
She hastily arranged with a charter company and boarded the small plane,
piloted by K.H. Dubanovich, and co-piloted by T.O. Sallee. Seated in the plane
directly behind the cockpit, Frost slept for most of the way, through a brief
stop in Washington, DC and headed toward Palm Beach when, just 15 miles south
of Washington, Frost awoke – and the berserk blonde was hysterical.
Kicking the back of Sallee’s seat, Frost reached around
his neck, pulled him backwards and started kissing him madly. When she started kicking
at the windows, he managed to get into the rear seat, attempting to hold down
the kicking and struggling woman. She repeatedly asked Sallee, whom she had
never met before if he loved her. Hoping to calm her down, he replied “Madly…” and resorted to kissing her. That would calm
her for a minute or so before she was back at it, wilder than ever, throwing
herself around the plane, attempting to open the windows, trying to grab the
steering wheel and open the door. Sallee, afraid that her wild lunges would
throw the plane out of control, threw himself on the floor, covered his head
with his hands and allowed him to pound on him while she kicked and screamed,
“No you don’t love me!” Realizing they were in real danger of crashing, the
Pilot Dubanovich, turned the plane around and radioed Washington Airport “Have
malfunctioning passenger aboard. Have police and ambulance standing by. Am
going to land”. It had been a surreal 15 minutes when the plane touched down in
D.C. at 4:55 AM.
As the pilot and co-pilot jumped out of the plane, police
rushed aboard and carried her off, still fighting, to a squad car and headed to
a hospital in Alexandria for observation. Attendants refused to discuss her
condition.
As news of the bizarre incident reached Coral Gables and
Selma, neighbors said she came from a quiet family and had never shown such
tendencies in the past. In Selma, Frost’s brother-in-law, who asked not to be
identified, said that Frost’s mother was wealthy, and that Frost was a
well-known sculptress and horsewoman, adding “It’s lucky that there was a
co-pilot in that plane because she’s a very strong young lady”. Mrs. Frost was reported on her way from Selma
to Washington, while Frost was transferred to George Washington University
Hospital. By late in the day, Norma Frost was at her daughter’s bedside.
And then, just as quickly as the headlines blared for 24
hours, they ceased. For all intents and purposes, it was pretty much the last
heard of her. Norma Frost died in 1970 and was buried at Live Oak Cemetery in
Selma. Five years later, Willie Mae Frost followed her. In addition to her name
and dates of birth and death, the imposing full-length granite tabletop
tombstone, read “’Cherie’” To Her Mother, As A Wild Flower, Artistic,
Opinionated, Uncomplaining, A Loner.”
And that, dear readers, is the Lady In the Portrait.
By John Allen
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