May and December Couples: When fifty-three-year- old Bing Crosby married twenty-four-year-old Kathy Grant, the difference in their ages raised a lot of eyebrow-lifting in the world’s press. And yet, based on the past record of other couples who have lived happily ever after, in spite of...
Tommy watched the cigarette burn, knowing that when this was finished, he couldn’t put it off any longer. He and Nancy would have to leave the restaurant and walk over to the ABC studio where her dad, Frank Sinatra, was rehearsing his show. Nancy knew...
Tommy phoned and, almost without asking how Nancy was, excitedly screamed into the receiver, “I’m gonna be a free man! Let’s have a blast. Get the gang together!” For a moment Nancy was stunned. She thought they’d spend the two days just by themselves, having...
When it spreads, a household accident becomes a suicide attempt . . . a date, a romantic rendezvous . . . a common cold develops into a feud. Fantastic? No! says Barbara Stanwyck. It happens, in Hollywood...
There were two “Topics A” in Tinseltown this month—one, fashion, one, party patter—and for days, arguments about the former, and gasps about the latter, were heard all over town. Of course Item One means the Dior dither over whether this French couturier will again be...
“MADHOUSE MONTH” is what you can call this past one—and you won’t be wrong. So many parties, preems, movie stars making their night-club bows in town, charity events, fashion shows (the cocktail party kind)—what a whirl! Some eighty of hundreds who went to the Beverly Hills...
Rumors from Hollywood celebrities...
Two big preems of two fine films with downbeat themes were sure upbeat in the matter of star attendance. First came “I’ll Cry Tomorrow,” with Susan Hayward’s Oscar-bait performance thrilling everyone. A few nights later came the opening of “The Man With the Golden Arm,” which unquestionably...
Applause for MM and frowns for Sir Laurence . . . Memories for Ava Gardner and happiness for Victoria Shaw . . . Sweet talk from a new Tony Perkins . . ....
Here is the real tragedy of Frank Sinatra—the man who, always, at the moment of his greatest triumph, seems deliberately to court disaster...