A few stars still twinkle in the night clubs, but decorously. Gone are the lusty, brawling, bottle-swinging, butter-throwing, spendthrift. Stars of the thirties....
“Stardom doesn’t last,” a new player named Fredric March confided to Photoplay in 1927. Bette Davis put it another way. “I don’t want to own anything I can’t pack in a trunk,” she proclaimed upon first arriving in Hollywood. Yet March, after thirty years, is...
She was young and her dark good looks had a beauty of another time. Her walk was proud and sure. There was a haunting quality about her face, and the light seemed to play tricks with her expressive eyes. She crossed Sunset Boulevard and waved...