DIANE J. and PETER BROWN
The registrar at the Las Vegas marriage license bureau looked annoyed. Standing before her, anxiously pleading, were a tall brown-haired boy and a freckle-faced girl, dressed casually in frontier pants and cotton shirts. They were fingering the application they had just...
It was to the sound of the rain, the gentle tap-tap-tap on the windowpane, that she awoke. “Oh no!” Jean Seberg said, suddenly opening her eyes wide. a “It can’t rain. Not on my wedding day.” She jumped out of bed and ran to the...
I was sitting in the control booth of “American Bandstand” the other day, looking through the plate-glass window at the kids when I saw something that really rocked me. There was a pretty little blonde thing dancing with a tall, good-looking young man—and what did...