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...
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When you see Steve on his show, you see a genial fellow who plays a pretty mean piano; who sings, not quite like Bing, but nice and...
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I wonder if Jayne Mansfield will turn in a good acting job before her publicity runs out . . . Shelley Winters is trying to find herself so she can be herself . . . Tony Curtis had a “West Side Story” childhood. “I had...
Ann-Margret Olson sat in the deep leather chair of the studio offices with her head down and her long shiny hair hanging like a delicate curtain that sought to hide her anguish. When she finally looked up, I knew that down inside she was crying...