Gradually, they’re getting used to it . . . the cars, the tennis, the $200 suits. But once the Contes—perilously broke and desperately in love—walked N. Y.’s pavements, and called it “having a date.”...
You think you have Bing in a corner, but it turns into a revolving door. You call up for an appointment, but he’s already got one. Yet when Hedda says, “Blue Eyes, an interview?” he grins, “I’m all ears.”...
“You don’t have to stick this out,” said the medics. “Go back to your career.” But Dick Greene wouldn’t have missed those years . . . missed finding Pat . . . for anything....
Twice in a lifetime, Shirley Temple has lived young America’s day-dreams. But like any other kid, she did her homework to the blare of the radio, took ribbings from her unimpressed big brothers and married the man she loved!...
Esther’s home again, and Ben’s a happy man—until she starts to brag. About the times she showed the cops how to handle crowds and didn’t bat an eye when those 4 Harvard boys crawled out from under the bed!...
Ate like a horse and bent umbrellas over young men’s heeds—that was Maureen, the FitzSimons’ red-haired daughter. And who would have dreamed she’d turn into a sudden, green-eyed Venus?...
When there’s a fire in the Hoboken tubes, and City Hall starts floating away, you can bet M.S. gets its feet wet, and a guy named—Sinatra is the cause of it all!...