“Gee, it’s good to be home,” said Gene McGrath. Terry Moore, his wife, flopped down on a huge sofa beside him and looked around at the apartment, a modest twelve-room, two-storied affair in the middle of Caracas, Venezuela. “Yeah,” she said. “Only this is the third...
An intimate disclosure by Faye Nuell, one of Natalie’s closest friends...
James Dean’s pal, Nick Adams, recalls his favorite stories of . . ....
Full of grace and fair of face—radiant skin accents Cyd Charisse’s great beauty...
They grabbed a tramp steamer to Genoa, drove through Spain, and took a train to France. The first thing they did when they hit Paris was get lost, so they headed for the nearest policeman. Between his pidgin English and Dorothy’s pidgin French, they were on...
Marilyn’s dream is coming true . . . Marilyn’s happiness is complete . . . Marilyn’s prayer is being answered . . . Marilyn’s going to have a baby!...
Through my close friendship with Elvis, I know the truth about him . . . facts that have never been revealed before—by Judy Spreckels, his No.1 Fan...
At fourteen, like most teen-agers, Kim Novak hated her own looks. Her baby-fine, white-blonde hair she regarded as the end in nothing, her lashes were even more so, and her skin looked to her like skimmed-milk. On impulse, she decided to get herself turned into a...
I was having fun on the Andrea Doria—a pleasant voyage with gay traveling companions, the joy of coming home with my little boy, Dickie. And then suddenly—a crash in the night—and Dickie and I were in the very middle of the worst sea tragedy of...