by Patricia O’Haire She comes into the room, and she’s dressed all in white. Platinum hair, bangs straight cut across her forehead, white pantsuit – even white nail polish on her toes. The only bit of color – aside from the red and blue sparks the light makes as it[…]

by Peggy Lee I have been told that one of the hardest words in the world to define is “glamour.” But I don’t agree. I can define glamour in a single word: Manhattan As far as I’m concerned, if you take every positive cliche uttered about Manhattan, you will find[…]

by Stuart Troup “It’s incredible,” Peggy Lee said, waving toward the vases of flowers scattered about the living room of her hotel suite. “I’m not due to be working for two weeks!” She was reminded that the start of her two-week engagement at the Ballroom, 253 West 28th Street, was[…]

by Stephen Holden As a shy, frightened little girl of 8 growing up in Jamestown, North Dakota, Peggy Lee had a childhood obsession: aviation. “I wanted to fly so badly,” she recalled one afternoon last week over tea in a Manhattan hotel suite with a view over Central Park. “I[…]

by Elaine St. Johns “Ernest Holmes was the greatest spiritual influence in my experience of anyone I’ve ever met. His teaching reached into every corner of my life.” So says Miss Peggy Lee, an American of Scandinavian descent who was born to an unhappy childhood in a small town in[…]

by Joseph McLellan The first number Peggy Lee sings every night in the Ritz Terrace is “I Won’t Dance.” The Otto Harbach song is not only a good, upbeat curtain-raiser; it is, in context, an existential statement – a kind of manifesto. At the moment, Peggy Lee can’t dance; she[…]