Dear Nancy, Frankie, Jr. and Christina, Not too long ago a friend of ours saw you at Disneyland with your Pop. It wasn’t the first time you’d all been there together, and our friend had heard some odd reports about your other visits. So for an...
As they would phrase it in the best Hollywood drawing rooms, anyone for a crazy, wonderful, mixed-up year? How else would you describe 1957—the year the Jayne Mansfields boomed the bust, the Audrey Hepburns busted the boom and success really didn’t spoil anybody. But some of...
When Frank Sinatra was in the South of France, filming location exteriors for “Kings Go Forth,” a reporter from London turned up on the scene with a volley of personal questions to toss at him. But when Frankie refused to discuss his romantic life—past, present...
We’ve found out that love is a very precious thing and must be protected. Before we met, we both had a responsibility to ourselves and our families. Now, it’s to each other. We realize we are no longer two separate individuals. We are one. This...
Natalie Wood—whatever happened to the girl I knew? . . . Bob Wagner muses. . . . She’s gone now, like a butterfly that flutters from flower to flower in a short, gay, giddy life in the summer sun. Gone with the toy tigers, the...
From Wagner to Warren: A new kind of life? A new kind of wife?...