Rock came to my door the other day. For the first time he seemed hurt. Behind his shy smile was a troubled heart. He asked me for a favor. He asked me to tell you.—by Louella Parsons...
Broadway’s curtain of anonymity drops over Marilyn. Minus make-up, she passes for another stage-struck kid . . . Under the glare of floodlights The Legend of Monroe blossoms like a blast of heady perfume but The Smoldering Siren is only a pose, a part she...