For four hours once—and this was not for a movie script—Zsa Zsa Gabor was sitting in the middle of half a dozen sort of starving lions. This is how it started. Picture Zsa Zsa Gabor, and you get a mental image of this beauty in an...
Dear Marilyn, Remember when you said, “If I had a child, a little girl, I would bring her up to have all the things I never had. I don’t mean material things like clothes and money. They’re nice, too—but—I mean love. People caring about her. People...
I’m here to preach sophistication for teenage girls, a nice kind of sophistication. In England, where I grew up, girls dressed very, very youthfully and wore no make-up at all until they were seventeen or so—I’ll get to make-up. later—but in America that needn’t be...
It wasn’t that I was a fiend type. As a matter of fact, when I look back on my boyhood I see myself as a walking symbol of the YMCA—such an angel that it’s a wonder I lived through it. At home in Beechhurst on...
One afternoon, Doris Day left her studio dressing room and started walking over to the set. Then the pain hit her. It hit her like the shock of an unexpected breaker in an angry sea and she was drowning with it. Her heart was a hammer and...
It isn’t at all unusual for the girl with the lavender personality to get three phone calls from three fascinating men in the space of a few hours in the evening. For instance . . . the phone rings . . . and a liquid voice,...
For three years we’ve known the story of Paul Newman’s secret love. For three years we refrained from printing it because we hoped things would become right again with Paul and his wife, Jackie. But now that there’s no hope left—we feel we have to...
Friday, April 19, 3:00 a.m.: Here I am, flying to Memphis to spend a weekend with Elvis at his home. I can hardly believe it! I’m up in the air in more ways than one. What will it be like to spend an entire weekend—every waking...
“I couldn’t sleep. It was Christmas, and I was alone. I was restless, a little depressed. I missed Vic terribly. I was sitting on the edge of the bed, feeling so blue, when suddenly the phone rings.” It was Vic Damone, calling his wife Pier...
One sunny day not long ago, a convertible came whizzing down Roxbury Drive in Beverly Hills and swooped into the driveway of a sprawling pink home. The handsome young man at the wheel leaped out, scooped up three or four suits hanging over the seat...