After the Ballyhoo Is Over
Two years ago, against the same backdrop of beauty and ballyhoo as emanates presently from Long Beach, Leona Gage, Miss Maryland, was acclaimed Miss U.S.A. At her moment of triumph, as she prepared to compete for the Miss Universe title, it was revealed she was married and the mother of two children. Her husband had talked in a bar in Baltimore.
Leona first denied, then admitted, it was true. There followed an unprecedented uproar in which horrified pageant officials gave off wild double talk. It was as though she had committed a capital crime. All she had done was reach for the big break a pretty girl knows she needs to get anywhere in the tough entertainment business. In the end she was
disqualified and sent packing.
But life was not too grim for tearful Leona. She virtually had to run from Ed Sullivan’s program to Steve Allen’s show one Sunday. Then there was the showgirl job in Las Vegas. After that, nothing. Continue reading


On the final day of May, 1954, I had an appointment to meet a wiry little Italian immigrant by the name of Simon Rodia.






