I have to tell you that June Cleaver had a job in 'The New Leave It to Beaver.' She did. Sure, she was a council woman. She went to work. She wasn't a sit-at-home grandma. She went out, got a job.
Barbara BillingsleyAbout author
- Author's profession: Actress
- Nationality: american
- Born: December 22, 1915
- Died: October 16, 2010
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