She tries to look happy . . . She tries desperately to have fun on dates . . . But there is such an ache in her heart . . . Here at last is the true Natalie Wood story....
“Most people think that I was trying to get on the show,” Tommy Sands will tell you, “because I walked in to Radio Station KWKH and said to the receptionist, ‘My name is Tommy Sands. I play the guitar and sing.’ ”
That was the beginning....
Debbie Reynolds once told me, and not so very long ago at that, “I’m so busy, if I got married now I’d have to give my husband a picture of myself, so he’d know what I look like!”
My, how that attitude has changed! Debbie’s still...
For four hours once—and this was not for a movie script—Zsa Zsa Gabor was sitting in the middle of half a dozen sort of starving lions. This is how it started.
Picture Zsa Zsa Gabor, and you get a mental image of this beauty in an...
Dear Marilyn,
Remember when you said, “If I had a child, a little girl, I would bring her up to have all the things I never had. I don’t mean material things like clothes and money. They’re nice, too—but—I mean love. People caring about her. People...
I’m here to preach sophistication for teenage girls, a nice kind of sophistication. In England, where I grew up, girls dressed very, very youthfully and wore no make-up at all until they were seventeen or so—I’ll get to make-up. later—but in America that needn’t be...
It wasn’t that I was a fiend type. As a matter of fact, when I look back on my boyhood I see myself as a walking symbol of the YMCA—such an angel that it’s a wonder I lived through it. At home in Beechhurst on...
One afternoon, Doris Day left her studio dressing room and started walking over to the set.
Then the pain hit her.
It hit her like the shock of an unexpected breaker in an angry sea and she was drowning with it. Her heart was a hammer and...
It isn’t at all unusual for the girl with the lavender personality to get three phone calls from three fascinating men in the space of a few hours in the evening.
For instance . . . the phone rings . . . and a liquid voice,...