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Waldo Salt
Waldo Miller Salt (October 18, 1914 – March 7, 1987) was an American screenwriter, winner of Academy Awards for both Midnight Cowboy and Coming Home. 2Early life and career Salt was born in Chicago, Illinois, the son of Winifred (née Porter) and William Haslem Salt, an artist and business executive. He graduated from Stanford University in 1934. The first of the nineteen films he wrote or participated in writing, was released in 1937 with the title The Bride Wore Red. Salt's career in Hollywood was interrupted when he was blacklisted after refusing to testify before the House Committee on Un-American Activities in 1951. Like many other blacklisted writers, while he was unable to work in Hollywood Salt wrote pseudonymously for the British television series The Adventures of Robin Hood. After the collapse of the blacklist, Salt won Academy Awards for Best Writing, Screenplay Based on Material from Another Medium for his work on Midnight Cowboy and Coming Home, and a nomination for Serpico. Salt is featured in the extras for the Criterion Collection's Midnight Cowboy blu-ray release, specifically in an interview audio interview with Michael Childers; many photos of Waldo Salt can be seen here as he was a collaborator for the screenplay. The documentary listed below, Waldo Salt: A Screenwriter's Journey, is also featured on the disc. 2Personal life and death Salt was married three times, first to actress Mary Davenport with whom he had two children, actress/writer/producer Jennifer, and Debora
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