Tommy Sands lit another cigarette, blew a smoke ring—and all of a sudden I noticed it. All the times I’d seen Tommy, and yet I never saw it before. “Why Tommy,” I blurted out, “that scar on your lip—how’d you get it?” Tommy squirmed in his seat....
Gary Crosby came to, looking over the top of his feet. Gradually the room came into focus and he saw all the white around him. He was in a hospital bed. What had happened? He didn’t even remember going down. He was just standing there...
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“Poor Pat,” wrote Jerry Lewis. “Four angelic little girls—how dull!” . . . “Man, has he got it wrong,” retorts Pat Boone....
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