by Herbert Kretzmer Peggy Lee’s suite on the eighth floor of the Dorchester is knee-deep in house plants. She bought them for company and keeps up a friendly communication every day with the surrounding vegetation. “I don’t actually go up to them and say, ‘Hi Fern!’ but they know I’m[…]

by Fred Orehek Mayor Daley caught a 19-pound chinook in Lake Michigan off McCormick Place at dawn Friday, and while his wife was baking it for dinner he proudly displayed a color photograph of his catch to another fishing fan, singer Peggy Lee. Miss Lee told the mayor during a[…]

by Bob Thomas A few weeks late, Japan is getting ready to celebrate America’s Bicentennial with fireworks, festivals – and Peggy Lee. One of this country’s most appealing exports, Miss Lee has been invited to be guest of honor at a series of celebrations, including a fireworks festival at Karuizawa,[…]

by Peter Reilly “When my teeth are at rest in a glass by my bed/And my hair lies somewhere in a drawer/Then the world doesn’t seem like a very nice place/Not a very nice place anymore.” It’s Peggy Lee singing those singularly unbeguiling words, in her 3 a.m. pitch-dark-side-of-the-morning voice,[…]

by Calvin Ahlgren She has been slammed in print occasionally, taken to task for real or imagined violations of The Legend. Experimentation sometimes passes for heresy in the career of an established singer. But criticism of Peggy Lee has been the exception to an overwhelming general rule of admiration, even[…]

by Gene Arceri “Let’s go into the bedroom,” whispered the smoky voice of the famous blonde magic. “We’re talking to you from Peggy Lee’s bedroom in the Fairmont Hotel,” I began, as we settled in for our interview for National Public Radio. “You’d better explain that,” she laughed, “…we are[…]