Hedy Lamarr’s three children go along on her honeymoon . . . Sonja Henie’s dinner-dance sparkles with jewels . . . disregard Aly-Joan Fontaine rumors . . . your reporter turns actress!...
Come on in, the water’s fine! And so is Ciro’s Herman Hover. He led us from his pool-side to his ring-side in one blissful afternoon....
His pay: two bucks a week. His companions: dead fish. His reward: a suntan, and a new slant on women....
I gave a murder party for my friends, and we had so much fun that I died laughing!...
They want to keep their marriage—even at a distance . . . Ted and Betty live twenty-five hundred miles apart but they've never been closer....
He’d have to hold me awfully tight to keep me home. Because I’m a girl who wants to go places . . . and who’d put up with a footloose, fame-hungry female?...
Audie was her first love, her lost love, and the scar was deep. But now Wanda knows that someday, someone else will come to claim her . . ....
She always had what it took, but no one took a look—until she climbed into a corset. Now everybody’s making eyes at Janie Powell....
When is a house a castle? When a princess like Janet Leigh lives in it—and loves it....
She’s made her mother laugh once more; she’s conquered the plumbing and the blues. Now, Vera-Ellen’s the head of the house—and the heart of it....