I LIKE AUDREY HEPBURN, but can’t join the cult who think she’s the greatest thing since the advent of sound. If this be treason, make the most of it . . . Ever spy on someone who didn’t know he was being watched? If so,...
“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...
Edd Byrnes checked his watch. It was seven-fifteen. He’d been delayed at the studio. Now he had only half an hour to shower, shave and dress. He crossed the living room, flipped the switch on the hi-fi and loaded the turntable with records.
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Hugh O’Brian was strolling idly across the wide green lawn in front of the summer theater at Santa Barbara when he first saw Linda. It was a warm, lazy afternoon in early June. He’d been looking the place over and wondering if he’d ever get...