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From under my Hat
studio would lend the clothes if our own weren't good enough. After all, nothing was too good for a maharajah, whose millions might come in handy to finance a picture. You never saw such girls or such excitement. When the great man arrived we were all afloat— on tea.
And on the maharajah's arm? That clever little Negro actress, Nina Mae McKinney. When he left the party she was still the charm that dangled from his arm. None of us got even so much as the glint of a jewel.
I checked with Nina Mae later. She hadn't collected anything either. The maharajah's press agent earned a year's salary with the story of the jewels, which, like so many Hollywood stories, was a dream-up.
We turned the tables on Winston Churchill when he came to Metro for lunch. He was under contract to W. R. Hearst at the time, so cocktails were served in Marion Davies' bungalow. Mr. Hearst, our host, hovered over the whole affair, smiling benignly.
After a while we filed into the largest sound stage and sat down to a five-course luncheon.
Jeanette MacDonald and Nelson Eddy sang a duet. Larry Tibbett did "The Road to Mandalay," a sort of Shanghai gesture to Winnie.
Toward the end of the feast, when everyone was in a mellow mood, Fred Niblo, toastmaster, introduced Churchill and asked him to say a few words— off the record.
Churchill wasn't as tubby then as he is today, but, with his round pink cheeks that resembled more than anything else a baby's bottom, he did look like a mature cherub. I've always wished that his father, as well as his mother, had been born in America; then we could have taken advantage of that great and glorious mind.
Smilingly he complied with Niblo's request, made a little speech, then sat down. Niblo said slyly, "Mr. Churchill's speech was so delightful I'm sure everyone would like to hear it again." From the four corners of the sound stage, loud-speakers blasted the speech. Winnie's startled look changed to horror. At that time the last thing he wanted to do was talk for the record. What he said was carried in all the Hearst newspapers far and wide. How was Churchill to
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