by Leonard Feather It is hard to delve deep into the ongoing saga of Miss Peggy Lee without allowing it to take on the overtones of a soap opera. All the elements are there: the rags-to-riches background; the musical affinity that led to romance, and the death of the man[…]

by A. H. Weiler It seems only yesterday that Peggy Lee was singing “Mañana – mañana is good enough for me.” Well, mañana has come and gone, and now – Women’s Lib will be happy to hear – Miss Lee has decided that today is a good enough time to[…]

by Harriet Choice Peggy Lee padded into the living room of her Lake Geneva Playboy Hotel suite in a red, white and green robe, white ballet-like slippers and layers of rhinestone earrings that she had worn during the show she had finished 15 minutes earlier. “I’m not exhausted, I’m beat,”[…]

Part Three by Alfred G. Aronowitz Peggy Lee spent Thanksgiving of 1961 in Polyclinic Hospital. Max, from over at the Stage, sent her a turkey, sliced, deboned and put back together again, but the doctors and the nurses ate it. Peggy was too close to her beyond to even know[…]

Part Two by Alfred G. Aronowitz Sitting in her bedroom and looking at her painted face, still made up for the spotlight, I test myself to see if I resent the falseness of a woman ravaged by so many years and so many problems trying so hard to look as[…]

Part One by Alfred G. Aronowitz Peggy Lee smoked her first cigarette when she was 14. She was singing for 50 cents a night with Doc Haines and His Orchestra, a band of students working their way through college one-nighters in North Dakota. It was 1934 and she thought she[…]