To you, Dorothy Malone, it seemed like a mile to the stage of the PANTAGES THEATRE. When Jack Lemmon opened the envelope for Best Supporting Actress of 1956 and announced, “The winner—Dorothy Malone!” your legs had suddenly turned to putty. Somehow you made your way down the...
I don’t know why it is, but as soon as time takes a girl out of her teens and into her 20’s, people begin wondering why she doesn’t get married. I won’t be 21 until January, yet already people are looking at the naked third...