Maybe the music in Doris Day’s heart was out of tune for a while, but now it rings as true as the notes of her singing voice. You remember that she began Warners’ “Lucky Me” under a shadow of rumored illness. Yet the millions of...
Sitting in front row: Mitzi, Lori, Nelson, Dolores Dorn, Susan Cabot. Back row: Jack Bean, Terry Moore, Dick Anderson. Standing: Hugh O’Brian
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Mitzi Gaynor’s blind date party began as a dinner-time conversation. “It’s spring,” said Mitzi to...
Having nothing in particular to do one evening, I made a short hop over to see some old friends. We were all sitting around laughing and talking—having one good old gab fest—when the telephone rang. Conversation came to a fast stop as Joan, their teen-age...
THERE WERE two extra-splashy preems, plus lots of parties large and small, to say naught of “special events” this month. But of course, nothing topped the Academy Awards—for glamour attendance and glamorous duds.
No one looked lovelier than Liz Taylor in her full-skirted Fontana original. It...