One afternoon, Doris Day left her studio dressing room and started walking over to the set. Then the pain hit her. It hit her like the shock of an unexpected breaker in an angry sea and she was drowning with it. Her heart was a hammer and...
. . . until she caught me at the bus station—by Sally Mazzella...
ABOUT THE FACT that Terry Moore remains high on all fan polls, yet she can’t get a picture bid in Hollywood, leaving some newspaper people wondering if they didn’t unjustly cost her her career. . . . About the irony of the Ed Purdom story....
I miss you so this time of year. When summer days grow lazy and long . . . Elvis, I miss you most of all. When I dream I hear our love song . . ....
“What will be, will be” was Doris Day’s philosophy until one fateful event changed her life....
Joan Collins, like any highly charged young girl, has done things of which her family didn’t approve. But one thing they do approve of is—...