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- November 27, 1978
- Vol. 10
- No. 22
As a fledgling actress with late-blooming teeth—she got braces at the age of 25—Amy (A Wedding) Stryker was working as a $50-a-week gofer in a Broadway producer's office and "slipping pictures of myself with my mouth closed under agents' doors. They never called back." Meanwhile her very best college buddy was nixed for the part of the bride in Robert Altman's A Wedding. Instead of stomping out, Leslie Rodgers showed Amy's picture to Altman and called to tell her to hotfoot it right over to the director's Fifth Avenue office. Stryker snapped up a dress at a boutique, then appeared, closed-mouthed, for her interview. "Of course the braces will come off if I get the part," she mumbled. "No!" said Altman. "It's a great gimmick!" Amy landed the part, and good-guy Leslie got a hefty consolation prize: the role of the bride's best friend.
During last month's devastating Los Angeles brushfire, singer Bobby Vinton's mansion (previously owned by Douglas Fairbanks Jr. and Cary Grant) was saved by a last-minute shift in the wind. Bobby and his kids promptly grabbed their cameras and shot movies of the action in the neighborhood. Even when the police moved in to discourage looters, the family slipped back into the house and turned on the tube. "There just wasn't anything I could do," shrugged the Polish prince. "And besides, the Pittsburgh Steelers were on."
Being tweaked on Saturday Night Live by Gilda Radner's portrayal of addle-brained reporter Roseanne Roseanna Danna hasn't hurt real-life TV journalist Roseann Scamardella, 30, at all. Next month she'll take over as a weeknight co-anchor on New York's WABC-TV, and her salary is expected to soar into six figures. Asked if alter ego Roseanna Danna would get a promotion too, Saturday Night writer Anne Beatts said maybe yes. The show's fire-breathing honcho, John Belushi, was less loyal. "I hate Roseanne Roseanna Danna!" he sputtered. "And she isn't based on Roseann Scamardella at all—she's based on that song about the bananas!" Could we take that again from the top?
Love and Labor Lost
When University of Wisconsin sociologists William and Elaine Walster received an $84,000 government grant to study the nature of love, Sen. William Proxmire of the same state announced his first Golden Fleece Award—for what he considers blatantly useless federal spending. The couple kept at it, however (PEOPLE, June 9, 1975), and now their research is between covers in a pop-psych book titled A New Look at Love. How do you know when you're in love? the authors ask. Answer: When you think you are. Apparently, the reverse is also true: Once their book was published, the Walsters got divorced.
Radio Free Pismo
Eager to ask Wayne Newton to perform with him for an Ohio club date, Bob Hope was undeterred when told that one of the highest-paid singers in Vegas was "unreachable" while filming a TV special among the drifting dunes of Pismo Beach, Calif. The irrepressible Hope simply called a local radio station, KATY, and had it broadcast an APB for Wayne, who was tracked down on location by a scouting party of townspeople. Anticlimactically, Newton said no thanks—other commitments.
•When radio newsman Gene Scott at Philadelphia's WCAU aired the news that Tonight host Johnny Carson was taking legal action against Sonny Bono and other L.A. neighbors because their dogs barked at night, he couldn't resist an ad-lib: "David Brenner will fill in for Johnny in court."
•It was a glittery night at the Soviet embassy in Washington; huddled in one corner were Soviet Ambassador Anatoly Dobrynin and Secretary of State Cyrus Vance, as might be expected, with a reporter for the Washington Star hovering nearby, as she should be. But who was that tugging at Dobrynin's sleeve? Henry Kissinger, stage-whispering, "Hey, Anatoly, over here! Say something to me so this reporter will think I'm important!"
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