The world thought it knew a lot about Bing Crosby—but here is a new portrait of its idol: a shaken man, deep in sorrow and wishing that the last 20 years had been different....
Once there was a girl who liked to spend a quiet evening at home with a good book. That was the old Annie Baxter, who doesn’t live here any more....
When Jane’s not making movies, She’s off on a busman’s holiday . . . posing for her husband’s candid camera. Here are Geary’s favorite snapshots of Mrs. Steffan taken from his own album . . ....
How we made it all in one piece is a wonder, says Sue Ladd. And, as she reclines in a deck chair in mid-ocean, she expects to be told any minute that one of the kids was left home in the rush....
The ideal site was hard to find, but now the Waterfields live on top of the world, a near vertical climb up from the San Fernando Valley...
My meal ticket is a big, brawny hunk of man named Jeff Chandler . . . and with his looks and my brains we’ll both be eating well for a long time to come!...
Ten years ago he caddied for Crosby, Gable and Astaire . . . and they laughed when he said he’d grow up to be in pictures. But they remember Bob Wagner now....
At the peak of her career Betty Hutton has walked out! But it’s the beginning of a new life and career with Charles O’Curran . . . strictly on their own....
A word of warming to Van Johnson from an old friend . . ....
The words “movie star” used to mean fabulous ways of life, leopard-lined Rolls Royces and capital-G Glamor—but Marlon Brando and Montgomery Clift have reduced the term to torn T-shirts and old tennis shoes. Are these two deglamorizing the film capital? Have they neglected their obligations...