I might be away for quite a while . . . I don’t only want to be remembered on a stage with a flashy costume, and a guitar in my hands, and long sideburns. I’m saying goodbye to friends. This is the way I want...
They’re screwballs . . . they’re unpredictable . . . they’re newly-weds . . . they’re madly in love...
To you, Dorothy Malone, it seemed like a mile to the stage of the PANTAGES THEATRE. When Jack Lemmon opened the envelope for Best Supporting Actress of 1956 and announced, “The winner—Dorothy Malone!” your legs had suddenly turned to putty. Somehow you made your way down the...
ATTENTION BUDDY D., SOMEWHERE, U.S.A....
She tries to look happy . . . She tries desperately to have fun on dates . . . But there is such an ache in her heart . . . Here at last is the true Natalie Wood story....
Should I invite him to visit me in Hollywood? . . . Will I be proud of him, to love him again?...
“Most people think that I was trying to get on the show,” Tommy Sands will tell you, “because I walked in to Radio Station KWKH and said to the receptionist, ‘My name is Tommy Sands. I play the guitar and sing.’ ” That was the beginning....
Debbie Reynolds once told me, and not so very long ago at that, “I’m so busy, if I got married now I’d have to give my husband a picture of myself, so he’d know what I look like!” My, how that attitude has changed! Debbie’s still...
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...