6:20 came a sleepy voice from behind the door of the St. Moritz’ plush suite 16A. “Even the milkman isn’t up yet!” A shuffling of feet, a minute’s wait and a sleepy-eyed Paul Anka in blue and white striped robe and pj’s opened the door...
Does a bird like to fly? Does a fish like to swim? Does an actor like to sound off? Yes! When Photoplay gave me a chance to write what I really think, I jumped at it! And since love is what most of us want,...
Natalie Wood—whatever happened to the girl I knew? . . . Bob Wagner muses. . . . She’s gone now, like a butterfly that flutters from flower to flower in a short, gay, giddy life in the summer sun. Gone with the toy tigers, the...