One gray afternoon—barely a year ago—a slim, dark-eyed fellow named Jimmy Rodgers stopped his beat-up convertible before a dinky cottage in a rundown part of Hollywood. He switched off the radio, lit a cigarette and slumped down behind the wheel to think. He had some...
Arlene Dahl has a new romance . . . Proper Peter Lawford . . . Rocky Cooper sounds off . . . Martha Hyer’s lost love . . . Doris Day is embarrassed . . . partying pairs...
Tony’s mother calls him Bern-a-la and he calls her Helen. He has a mania for shoes, garlic and Picasso, hates oysters and opera and is one gentleman who doesn’t prefer blondes...