As Lauren Bacall, she was a superstar, a celebrity, stunning, haughty, put-your-lips-together-and-blow, come-hither glorious. As Betty Perske Weinstein Bacal (pick one), she was a poor Jewish girl from a broken home who worked like a dog, made herself a cover girl, and got noticed by pretty much all of Hollywood, notably Howard Hawks's wife Slim. She would spend the rest of her life commuting between Lauren and Betty, and when Bogart and her career died, she moved her family back to New York, where she could be Betty, formerly of the Bronx, now in the Dakota on the Upper West Side. She would never again be the Lauren of To Have and Have Not or Key Largo, but she won Tonys, made mostly crummy films, wrote wonderful books, raised kids. She was his widow at just 32, but she said her obit would be mostly about Bogey, and if the New York Times is any indication, she was right on the money. From that obit: "You just learn to cope with whatever you have to cope with. I spent my childhood in New York, riding on subways and buses. And you know what you learn if you're a New Yorker? The world doesn't owe you a damn thing."

--Amelia