Rock came to my door the other day. For the first time he seemed hurt. Behind his shy smile was a troubled heart. He asked me for a favor. He asked me to tell you.—by Louella Parsons...
Only a very few late, late diners remained in Lucey’s New Orleans House in Hollywood. It was past midnight. Two waiters stood idly talking together around the end of the bar, one yawning noticeably in anticipation of closing time.
In a secluded part of the restaurant...
Stephen Boyd walked into the crowded 20th Century-Fox commissary recently, and despite the general noonday luncheon confusion, there was hardly a female head that that didn’t turn toward his direction. Standing over six feet tall and weighing a husky one hundred and sixty-five pounds, he...