by Ruth Kling Peggy Lee is often referred to as the singer’s singer. She is greatly admired and imitated by those starting out in show business as well as by those who have been around a long time. Miss Lee has come a long way from the serious blonde singing[…]

by Hal Boyle Peggy Lee, the golden songbird of her time, hates to be called a perfectionist. “It makes me sound too much as if I were one of those fussy women who always bustle around seeing that the ashtrays are clean,” she sighed. “And I’m not that way. “But[…]

by Gene Lees Among the more dismal haunts of our sad and stumbling society are nightclubs. If they were ever places of pleasure, it was before my time. Preposterously expensive, they are being put out of business by records and their own sullen and sometimes vaguely sinister atmospheres. There are,[…]

by Leonard Feather For the seekers of nirvana in Nevada, she is the music world’s blonde contribution to American sex symbolism. For the few remaining nightclub owners who can still afford to lure her away from Beverly Hills, she is Miss Standing Ovation of 1968. For television producers, she is[…]

by Rex Reed Honey-drippin’, honey-sippin’ Peggy Lee seems to turn out almost as many discs as Nancy Wilson, so many it is difficult to keep track of them all. But for my taste, they’re all a welcome relief from the slush that piles up at my door every month. A[…]

author unknown You had plenty money nineteen twenty-two; You let other women make a fool of you; Why don’t you do right, like some other men do? It has been a quarter of a century since a shy blonde our of Jamestown, North Dakota (real name: Norma Egstrom) sang that[…]