Jane Powell’s a big-city glamor girl now—but her heart’s still back in Portland, Oregon, her home town. Here, for the first time in any magazine, is an authentic account, with pictures, of a little known phase in her fabulous career....
I think I was born believing in people. And through them, I learned to believe in god, too....
She isn’t happy unless she’s the tops—and Hutton’s up there now with all the greats who ever lived for the sound of applause....
She’s a glamor girl turned cowgirl—and she prefers Homelife to nightlife anytime . . ....
Joan Crawford stepped out of nowhere, right into a dream—and she’s been living there so long it’s hard to remember where that dream world ends and reality begins . . . ...
Ever since the day a big boxer named Jezebel arrived, Alan Ladd’s let his house go straight to the dogs!...
What do people write to movie stars? Here’s your chance to read Esther Williams’ mail before she does and see what reporter Jim Henaghan wrote to this aqua-queen...
Wine, women and Tchaikowsky—mix ’em all together and they spell Cochran, a guy who knows how to live alone and love it!...
She loves him, she loves him not! Jane Wyman’s crazy romance has Hollywood guessing...
Call him cocky, call him brash, you can’t hurt MacRae who’s going places too fast to worry about what people think....