Here’s an article by writer-director Frank Tashlin that appeared in the New York Times (in October of 1952) to plug Son Of Paleface, one of the very best Western comedies — and an all-around excellent Bob Hope picture.
First, a few quotes —
“The script called for Miss Russell to fall in love with Mr. Rogers. A serenade below her balcony was to culminate in an embrace. But at the last moment this was eliminated from the script… by breakfast-food lobbyists who claimed Young America might change their eating habits if ever their hero was seen caressing anything but his horse’s furry nozzle.”
“With Miss Russell I decided on a daring innovation. I photographed her legs.”
And now, the whole thing —