Grace Kelly: 1929-1982
She wore white gloves and a smile of innocent wickedness as she wheeled the little blue convertible around the cliffside curves above Monaco. For the right man, the elegant smile hinted, she might take the gloves off. She had been driving much too fast, because it had been necessary to outdistance the police, and Gary Grant, the reformed jewel thief sitting beside her, looked ill. But he perked up when she parked at a turnoff and produced a cold chicken picnic lunch.
"A leg or a breast?" she asked naughtily.