The sawmill worker’s daughter, 1947

Austine Cassini and Hjordis Niven, LIFE 1946-48
Austine Cassini and Hjordis Niven, LIFE 1946-48

In the early 1930s Nevada reduced the residency requirement for obtaining a divorce in the state to six weeks, with only one partner needing to be present. The Cholly phrase “Reno-vation” applied to the resulting stream of society uncouplings.

Scooping the super snooper

Igor and Oleg Cassini, Palm Beach, March 1947
Igor and Oleg Cassini, Palm Beach, 1947

Gleeful reporters in Nevada sniffed an impending divorce in early August 1947 when Austine Cassini arrived for a highly un-coincidental six-week stay in Reno. There was excitement at the chance to scoop Cholly Knickerbocker: “The super snooper of Manhattan,” who at the time was unaware and playing tennis in Palm Beach. The eager pressmen were undeterred by Austine’s unconvincing claim through the keyhole that she had only come to Nevada to write a book. Even TIME magazine couldn’t resist getting in on the plot:

“Columnist Igor Cassini, who as Cholly Knickerbocker is Hearst’s No.1 i-know-it-all-&-tell-it-all on society, got scooped on a gossipy item involving his stylish wife, writer of society gossip for the Washington Times-Herald. In a rival paper, Cassini read a breathless, unconfirmed rumor that “Bootsie” had settled down in Reno to divorce him.”

On 15th September, in Carson City, Nevada, Austine’s writing was handed over to a judge. In it she charged Igor with “extreme mental cruelty” and was granted a divorce. To rub salt into the wound, Igor soon found out the true meaning of the late night phone calls which his wife had been receiving from his boss William Randolph Hearst Jr during their ‘commuter phase’. Igor had thought them strange, but Austine explained that nothing was going on and put him at his ease. Just as she had done with Carl Gustaf Tersmeden.

In early October, Igor’s west coast rival Hedda Hopper weighed in: “When Bootsie Cassini marries again, I’m told that it will be into the family that employs her former husband.” Bootsie married Hearst the following year. Igor claimed that the person hit hardest by all of these “musical chairs” was Hearst’s wife Lorelle, who was divorced in March 1948. Igor, naturally, once had a fling with her. He was also affected by the turn of events: “I swore it would be a long time before I ever married again.”

She was only a sawmill worker’s daughter

Hjordis modelling in New York, 1947
Hjordis modelling an American dress, 1947

According to Swedish journalist Jules Berman, Igor Cassini’s interest in Hjördis cooled when he learned that she did not have “blue blood”. It’s open to conjecture why he thought that she did in the first place. During the summer 0f 1947, Cassini regularly hobnobbed with real Swedish royalty such as Count Carl Johan Bernadotte, who would have quickly revealed any facade.

One of Igor’s pet peeves was people upgrading their background. An excellent example was a run-in at El Morocco with Hollywood restauranteur Mike Romanoff, which ended up with Romanoff, despite rumoured Mafia connections, receiving a punch on the nose:

“He called himself prince,” snarled Igor, “I referred to him by his real name, Mike Gerguson, prince of the Bronx”.

Romanoff’s fake Russian royalty was just a huge joke to the Hollywood community. David Niven and Humphrey Bogart were among a group who decided to crown him in 1950, and did so with props including an ermine robe and gold sceptre. Romanoff was not displeased, and displayed the crown under glass in his restaurant. Igor would not have been amused. David later dedicated a chapter of ‘Bring On the Empty Horses’ to Mike Romanoff.

Whether it was Hjördis who told Igor of her elevated blood colour, or just failed to deny it, it didn’t work. When a mischievous newspaper revealed that Hjördis was merely the daughter of a humble Swedish sawmill worker, Igor’s interest dropped even further. What a Count. Hjördis apparently took Igor’s shabby attitude on the chin – and quietly altered her plans.

“Tersan called and asked how I was getting on, and I told him.” Hjördis revealed in 1953. “‘We can get married then’, Tersan said.”

“I was in New York for three months,” she wrote , more vaguely, in 1960. “Then came the summer and it became terribly hot. I was taken by a longing for Europe, and traveled to France.”

With her US re-entry permit safely renewed, and all options fully open, she smiled sweetly and set off, ostensibly for a long holiday.

Jules Berman later wrote that: “the embarrassment of the incident forced her to stay away from her homeland for two years.”  Sorry Jules, it would be fog that kept her away. Initially anyway.

Postscript for some of the characters of 1945-1947

Before readers of David Niven’s biographies and autobiographies get into more familiar territory, I’d like to indulge myself with a quick look at some of the other people in the 1945-1947 section. The soon to emerge Jet Set (a phrase coined by Igor Cassini) seems not to have been a particularly large circle. Many of the people already involved in Hjördis’ adventures were still connected in different ways with her over the following years, a fact which David Niven may have underestimated during his extra-marital adventures.

Igor Cassini with his second wife, Darrah Waters
Igor Cassini with his second wife, Darrah Waters

Despite his promise to himself Igor Cassini did not take much of a breather after his divorce, and re-married on 21st January 1948 (one week after Hjördis and David Niven) to New York State socialite, Elizabeth Darrah Waters. TIME magazine reported his marriage in fairly caustic terms:

“Married. Igor Loiewski-Cassini, 32, squealy Hearst chitchatterer (“Cholly Knickerbocker”); and Elizabeth Darrah Waters, 20, stately blonde ex-model.”

Their marriage hit the rocks in 1952 during a trip to the south of France when Elizabeth ended up enjoying the attentions (ahem) of Carl Tersmeden’s playboy friends Porfirio Rubirosa and Aly Khan. Igor re-married and continued his Cholly Knickerbocker column, noting the New York visits of David Niven and Hjördis, who was never referred to as anything less than “the lovely Hjördis.”

(Regarding TIME, there was also a sprinkle of pepper in their announcement of Hjördis and David’s wedding:

“Married. David Niven, 37, sparrowy, Scottish-born cinemactor (Raffles, The Bishop’s Wife), and Hjördis Demberg Tersmeden, 27, red-haired Swedish ex-model.” [Demberg?]

By the time of his encounter with Carl Gustaf Tersmeden in Palm Beach, 1947, Oleg Cassini was an established fashion designer, married to film star Gene Tierney, with whom he had eloped in July 1942. They were married by a justice of the peace who dutifully ignored the phone ringing frantically throughout with calls from their disapproving studios.

Oleg Cassini with Gene Tierney
Oleg Cassini with Gene Tierney

Oleg’s tempestuous marriage was riddled with less than honourable behaviour. “I want to meet you at my lawyer’s,” Gene Tierney told him one morning. She then produced Oleg’s balled-up underwear, which sported an unmistakeable smear of lipstick in a compromising position.

Oleg moved to New York in mid 1947, where he opened a fashion house and ended up as Jackie Kennedy’s personal designer. After a second, final, break-up from Gene Tierney, Oleg became engaged to one of Hjördis’ greatest friends, Grace Kelly. Kelly’s Catholic father did not approve on religious grounds, so Oleg called in his Catholic “friend” Joe Kennedy, who agreed to have a talk with Grace. Joe then proceeded to tell her not to marry Oleg on religious grounds. Hjördis and Grace’s friendship has been puzzled over, but their Cassini and Kennedy encounters gave them plenty in common.

Austine “Bootsie” McDonnell (Cassini) Hearst enjoyed a long marriage to newspaper magnate William Randolph Hearst Jr. David Niven and Hjördis became regular weekend visitors to the couple’s San Simeon estate from the very early 1950s. In 1956 Hjördis was even invited to recuperate there following surgery. No sign of any grudge from the ex Mrs Igor Cassini, who possibly appreciated the assistance in easing her journey towards becoming Mrs Hearst.

Next page: Sitting in David Niven’s chair

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