Doris Day admits the color flatters her; husband Marty doesn’t mind and son Terry’s happy as long as the floors hold up and there’s room for bop dancing...
“Say, Vic, you sure you want to go home at this hour?” asked the cab driver who had just picked Vic Damone up at the airport. He’d recognized his famous fare and already he had Vic’s best interests at heart. “Four A.M. is an ungodly...
Ask Miss Reynolds when she’s getting married and she tells you, wide-eyed, “I don’t know.” But ask her what she plans to feed her husband and she’ll supply you with the recipes!...
No trick staircases, hidden doors or sliding panels . . . Jerry Lewis’ house is so normal you’d never know America’s favorite screwball lives there....