Her almost 60-year career crossed most media frontiers with both supporting and leading roles, but she may be best-remembered for playing the sardonic but engaging title character, a high school teacher, on Our Miss Brooks, and as the Rydell High School principal in the films Grease and Grease 2.

Her father Wendell Crow is a lawyer and trumpet player, and her mother Bernice, a piano teacher.

Her father, John W. Bullock ( born 1925 ), was a United States Army employee and part-time voice coach from Birmingham, Alabama, and her mother, Helga D. Meyer ( 1942 – 2000 ), was a German opera singer and voice teacher.

Her show business career began when a dance teacher urged her parents to find an agent for her.

Her children are popular science writer and co-author Dorion Sagan, software developer and founder of Sagan Technology, Jeremy Sagan, New York City criminal defense lawyer Zachary Margulis-Ohnuma, and teacher and author Jennifer Margulis.

Her father, Frank Davis, was a graduate of St. Augustine's College, a historically black college in Raleigh, North Carolina, and was briefly a high school history teacher.

Her mother, Sallye Davis, a graduate of Miles College in Birmingham, was an elementary school teacher.

Her music teacher recognised Marsden's talent at the age of six, and became her guardian.

Her subsequent instructions from the " voice " directed her to take on Sheena Govan has her spiritual teacher, and became a spiritual teacher and new age author, best known as one of the founders of the Findhorn Foundation community.

Her mother Sophie ( née Marquis ) who died when Rosa Bonheur was only eleven, had been a piano teacher.

" Her teacher was Anita " Neta " Snook, a pioneer female aviator who used a surplus Curtiss JN-4 " Canuck " for training.

Her father, Edward Zimmermann ( 1879 – 1977 ), was an accountant with James H. Dunham & Company, a Manhattan wholesale dry-goods company, and her mother, Agnes ( née Gardner ; 1883 – 1974 ), was a school teacher.

Her teacher Bodong Panchen Chogley Namgyal was also one of his teachers ; he received many teachings and empowerments from him.

Her high school teacher of English and German persuaded her to attend the University of Chicago, which she entered in 1906 on a one-year scholarship.

Her father was a geography teacher, polytechnic administrator and lifelong supporter of the Labour Party, who died when Whiteread was studying at art school in 1989.

Her mother, June ( née Gamble ), was an Australian property developer and teacher, and her father, Robert DeWitt Blanchett, Jr., was a Texas native who was a US Navy Petty Officer and later worked as an advertising executive.

Her first appearance in a Broadway show was in a 1911 revue A La Broadway put on by her former dancing teacher, Ned Wayburn.

Her mother was Elizabeth Reeve Cutter Morrow, a poet and teacher, who was active in women's education, and served as acting president of her alma mater Smith College.

Her father was a music teacher in Cobourg and the organist at St. Peter's Church, where as a child, Marie would sing and assist in operating the organ.

Her parents thought Russell was studying to become a teacher, and were unaware that she was planning on becoming a stage comedienne.

Her father, a physical education teacher ( who had represented Great Britain in the 1912 Summer Olympics ), taught briefly at Sidcot School, and sometime during this period Simmons followed her elder sister on to the village stage and sang songs such as " Daddy Wouldn't Buy Me a Bow Wow ".

Her mother, Gail Beavers, is a retired teacher and social worker ; her father, Leonard Francis Zettel, Jr., is a retired engineer and programmer.

Her father was a maintenance supervisor for a charity organization, and her mother worked most of her career as an elementary school teacher of English and math at the Beethoven School in Chicago.

Her mother Máire ( better known by her nickname, Baba )( née Ní Dhúgáin or Duggan in English ) was a music teacher and her father Leo Brennan was a member of a cabaret band with whom she performed as a child.

Her face was very thin, and burned by the sun until much of the skin was dead and peeling, the new skin under it red and angry.

Her blond hair was frowzy, her dress torn in several places, and her shoes were so completely worn out that they were practically no protection.

Her form was silhouetted and with the strong light I could see the outlines of her body, a body that an artist or anyone else would have admired.

Her mouth, which had been so much in my thoughts, was warm and moist and tender.

Her heart, her maternal feeling, in fact her being was too busy expressing itself, as quietly thrilled by this sight of her Nicolas curled asleep under a blanket, in a park like a scene from Poussin.

Her white blond hair was clean and brushed long straight down to her shoulders.

Her thick hair was the color and texture of charcoal.

Her laugh was hard.

Her face was pale but set and her dark eyes smoldered with blame for Ben.

Her stern was down and a sharp list helped us to cut loose the lifeboat which dropped heavily into the water.

Her name was L'Turu and she told me many things.

( Her account was later confirmed by the Scobee-Frazier Expedition from the University of Manitoba in 1951.

Her mother was a good manager and established a millinery business in Milwaukee.

Her name was Esther Peter.

Her brother Karl was a very gentle soul, her mother was a quiet woman who said little but who had hard, probing eyes.

Her mother, now dead, was my good friend and when she came to tell us about her plans and to show off her ring I had a sobering wish to say something meaningful to her, something her mother would wish said.

Her action was involuntary.

Her name was Mollie.

Her speech was barren of southernisms ; ;

Her quarters were on the right as you walked into the building, and her small front room was clogged with heavy furniture -- a big, round, oak dining table and chairs, a buffet, with a row of unclaimed letters inserted between the mirror and its frame.

Her hair was dyed, and her bloom was fading, and she must have been crowding forty, but she seemed to be one of those women who cling to the manners and graces of a pretty child of eight.

Her voice was ripe and full and her teeth flashed again in Sicilian brilliance before the warm curved lips met and her mouth settled in repose.