THE TAYLORS’ “PRAISE-AGENT” TELLS ALL! HOW BARBARA ADMITS TO 40, WON’T DYE HER GRAYING HAIRS, AND SHRUGS OFF HER GOOD DEEDS, CLAIMING “I’M JUST BRIBING MY WAY PAST ST. PETER.”...
I’m a movie star and this is the story of my life. I wouldn’t say it’s a very glamorous story, maybe not even a happy one—till the most recent chapter. But I’ve learned almost as much from telling it as from living it—so here it...
Ever since Warner Oland menaced Pearl White ’way back in silent days, movie villains, in their own dastardly way, have gone right on titillating female hearts. True, there’s been a change. The good old silent-screen boys with hearts so black were just plain mean. It...