by Don Bailer Draw up your chairs, chillun, and we will now discuss Peggy Lee’s fever. Actually, she has two of them. One is going up, one is going down. One is on a record, the other is on a chart.. I can tell by the look on your faces[…]

by Silvana Mangano When you wake up in the morning, And try to skitter out of sight, I wish you’d let me tell you That you look precisely right. Just because your hair is standing, Or bending here and there, Is no reason to suppose that I’m in love with[…]

by John Tynan There’s a quotation from Michelangelo emblazoned on the wall of Peggy Lee’s picturesque studio dressing room. It reads, “Perfection is made up of trifles; but perfection itself is no trifle. Realizing the innate truth and implied sadness in this observation, Peggy Lee, in everything she undertakes, watches[…]

author unknown One afternoon, back in 1945, a young Navy flier on leave in San Francisco paid seventy-five cents at the box office and groped his way to a seat in the Golden Gate Theater. He had just been through a hell he didn’t care to think about and he[…]

by J. P. Shanley Peggy Lee visited Manhattan the other day and, during a conversation over lunch, talked about future plans, but mostly about memories. Miss Lee will be singing tomorrow night on the Producers’ Showcase presentation, Dateline 2, to be televised over the National Broadcasting Network in cooperation with[…]

by Dick Kleiner The demands on a gal singer are pretty strenuous, especially a good one. There are tours, personal appearances, engagements hither and thither. When she’s young and unattached all this is exciting. But when, like Peggy Lee, she has a home and a growing daughter, this side of[…]