For those of you that did not know. Miss Page passed away on the 11th of December of a heart attack. She had been suffering from pneumonia for some time, and had been unconscious when she suffered from her heart attack. Miss Page was 85 years old.
For those that don't know Miss Page, she was THE "paper girl" as artist Jim Silke says. She was the adoring young lady that has been said to have been photographed over 200,000 times. At this statistic is has and still is the most photographed woman in history. Her photos graced the cover of every "trash" magazine that was popular in the late 40's and into the 50's. Until in 1953 she was Playboy's Playmate of the year, where she might finally have been given some clout.
But that didn't matter to Miss Page, what people thought of her. She knew what her audience wanted and she could deliver it. Whether it was in a bikini, with a whip, nude or posing with another woman. She wasn't just in the photo, when you looked at the photo, she was in your head and heart. She had a way of just jumping out of the photo with her infectious smile and sultry form. She was unlike any other woman. No matter her surroundings or stage, she could take that and make it work, and make you feel right there with her.

She had something about her that just did something that no other woman could do. She could appeal to whatever it is that you wanted. She could be the cute bikini girl, or the stren mistress that men coveted in their minds. Miss Page was whoever you wanted her to be. And in that particular photo she was just what you wanted her to be, just for you and no one else.

You shall be missed Miss Page. You brought something to this world that was all your own. And you certainly owned it and it was no one else's. Thank you Miss Page for your enthusiasm and lust for life, despite your obstacles. You won, Miss Page, and we are very thankful for it. Miss Page, I am so thankful that . . . U Lived 2 See The Dawn.
