Judy Garland’s homecoming is the Hollywood party of the year . . . Shelley and Vittorio finally make it . . . Will we be calling her Lana Lamas soon? . . . I’ll never marry again, says King Gable...
It was late the night of May 13 when visitors to the Los Angeles airport saw a volatile blonde, bubbling over with happiness, shouting, “Where is the man who looks like the father of my child?”
For Shelley Winters, The Big Moment had come. At long...
One of the first things my husband asked “news-writers,” as he calls them, when he arrived in the United States was: “Are there any more here like Shelleee?”...