I am not, by nature, a mountain-climber. I go big for valleys and warm, heated rooms. When I heard, among the bits of snatches of American gossip meted out to Americans abroad, that Bob Wagner had fallen hard for his co-star in The Mountain, that...
Judy’s in love again. And for a girl who thinks with her heart, that’s all that matters. Maybe she’s right, but cooler heads are afraid she’s walking into trouble....
Before the gold altar banked with lilies, a bronze coffin, covered with a single spray of red roses, gleamed in the yellow sunlight streaming through the stained glass windows of St. Thomas’ Church in New York. Heavily veiled and dressed in the widow’s black of...
THERE’S A GOOD REASON WHY YOU DON’T HEAR OF BOB WAGNER’S ROMANCES ANY MORE. HE JUST ISN’T IN THE MOOD FOR LOVE!...
THE STARS AT NIGHT ARE BIG AND BRIGHT, BUT DEEP IN THE HEART OF DEBT. IN HOLLYWOOD ALL WHO GLITTER YERY SELDOM HAVE GOLD....
He carries two pictures in his wallet—one is a showgirl, the other is a horse. Both of them were part of the wonderful years Ben Cooper will never forget....
Jean does the chores. She talks to friends. She works until she’s too tired to he miserable—or almost. But with Stewart away on location once more—what is there to do?...
Ask Van Johnson to go through fire, fight off tigers, handle dynamite—he’s ready, willing and able. But ask him to look you in the face and sing, and . . ....
Love blooms easily in sultry Africa. But intimates are wondering how it will stand up in a cooler climate....
“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...