NEW YORK–We used to kid the movies about being logical–As converted a beauty of Flatbush into a cowgirl.
Miss Jackie Loughery made the jump from subway-riding to range-riding. But long ago, Jackie was a model, toting her hatbox as she swung swivel-hipped through wild and woolly Manhattan shooting down wolves and fresh guys with a fiery glance or sharp word.
No Flatbush Floozie, Jackie had gone to the St. Francis Xavier Academy for Young Ladies, and everywhere she and her 21-inch waist and pretty legs were highly spoken.
“I’ve never written a horse in my life,” said Jackie.
“After all, we don’t have a lot of Broncos back where I come from in Brooklyn. “
Then Jackie happens to win the “Miss United States” title for ’52 at Long Beach.
There came a picture contract and a husband, Guy Mitchell, the singer–and Jackie eventually gave up both–and then she was asked to play a cowgirl in a film TV series, called “Judge Roy Bean.”
“THE FIRST DAY I took a lesson in writing I fell right on my head,” Jackie says.
I have a double for the tough parts.” adds Jackie. “she fell on her head, too, and went to the hospital.”
Maybe the horses resented cowgirls from Brooklyn.
Jackie’s and 1870’s Cowgal living in Texas in the series. That was before Cowboys did their cowpunching by Cadillac.
“I wear a pistol down at the bottom of my pantaloons in a holster.” Jackie relates.” The pantaloons stretch all the way to my instep. Of course, in time of emergency, I pull my whole dress up and fire!”
And with the blooming pantaloons showing, Of course, that’s a sexy sight.
JACKIE WAS back in Brooklyn recently telling her Flatbush friends about “Judge Roy Bean.”
He was a storekeeper in Langtry, Texas, who set himself up as a one-man court, as “the law West of the Pecos.”
He’s played by Edgar Buchanan, Jack Beutel and Russell Hayden help the Brooklyn cowgal messed up the Western landscape with bodies and things.
“We film in Pioneertown, California., a town with about nine people, 35 miles from Palm Springs,” says Jackie.
Jackie’s also in several upcoming movies, including RKO’s “Tennessee Partner,” which comes to the Palace. Though she’s been around for some time, only once has as a producer–and that was a “so-call producer”–tried to get fresh. He was a New Yorker we never got anywhere in his profession.
“My parents kept a good watch over me,” says Jackie. “I was going to go into the Copacabana chorus when I was 17, but they wouldn’t let me. They didn’t approve of me coming home to Brooklyn at 4 o’clock in the morning.”
“After all, Brooklyn subway cowboys are pretty wild and woolly, too.”