DIANE J. and PETER BROWN
The registrar at the Las Vegas marriage license bureau looked annoyed. Standing before her, anxiously pleading, were a tall brown-haired boy and a freckle-faced girl, dressed casually in frontier pants and cotton shirts. They were fingering the application they had just...
It was to the sound of the rain, the gentle tap-tap-tap on the windowpane, that she awoke. “Oh no!” Jean Seberg said, suddenly opening her eyes wide. a “It can’t rain. Not on my wedding day.” She jumped out of bed and ran to the...
I was sitting in the control booth of “American Bandstand” the other day, looking through the plate-glass window at the kids when I saw something that really rocked me. There was a pretty little blonde thing dancing with a tall, good-looking young man—and what did...
Kim Novak is now keeping a diary! . . . Hollywood hasn’t a Times Square. It doesn’t dig anything square, man. . . . I avoid seeing movies with such titles as “I Was a Teen-age Dr. Jekyl and Mr. Hyde.” . . . Ingrid...
I’m in love with Bob!” says Natalie Wood. “I’m in love with Natalie!” says Bob Wagner. And Photoplay’s sleuth, after watching the two at Scaroon Manor, the New York resort where Nat was filming scenes for “Marjorie Morningstar,” reports, “There’s no doubt about it—this is...