Blondes Prefer Gentlemen

If you were a socialite who lived through the 20th century and married enough times — say, nine — eventually one of your spouses would have been in the right place at the right time and dressed fairly Ivy League.

Actress and socialite Zsa Zsa Gabor died recently at the age of 99. Husband number five was Joshua S. Cosden, Jr., a Texas oilman whose Internet legacy appears to be that he was husband number five of Zsa Zsa Gabor. “I want a man who’s kind and understanding,” Gabor once quipped. “Is that too much to ask of a millionaire?” Her marriage to Cosden lasted from 1966-67.

Poor Cosden had to follow in the footsteps (about the size of his predecessor’s package) of Domenican polo-playing playboy Porfirio Rubirosa, one of the few men in Gabor’s life she never married, probably because he, too, was in search of someone rich.

Cosden is pictured above signing the death warrant of his Gabor marriage — otherwise known as the marriage license — wearing a buttondown collar, 3/2 suit, and club tie that appears to consist of crossed tennis racquets, though they could possibly be oil derricks. Wearing a tennis-racquet tie to get hitched is certainly upper-middle class, at least.

I’m strictly a brunette kind of guy, but when I see a blonde movie star who’s my type, she’s invariably a coldly glamorous platinum blonde European, like the Nazi woman in “Indiana Jones And The Last Crusade,” played by Alison Doody. Or Zsa Zsa in her prime.

That is, unless it’s melancholy sweetheart June Allyson singing “Just Imagine.” — CC