Modern Screen (Dec 1931 - Nov 1932 (assorted issues))

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THE LURE OF Welch By ALICE WILLIAMSON Ti/JARY MOORE— from a little town in the Middle West — had IrJ. always been a thorough-going movie fan and when an uncle died and left her a small legacy she decided to spend it on a trip to gorgeous Hollywood. Through a series of lucky breaks — which happen very seldom — she was able to really become acquainted with the stars. And her escort was a handsome boy called Dick Garth — a stunt flying^ man who was just as virile as he was handsome. As we meet them they're about to start out for the Edmund Lowe's beach cottage at Malibu — and new adventures. WHEN Dick Garth called for Mary next day at the Roosevelt Hotel, nobody would have dreamed that she was a girl who ought to have sought the cheapest room in Hollywood, instead of living like a young princess. She had been wickedly extravagant and bought another new dress— a soft, white silk, with a short coat that she could wear by day and shed at night. Her hat matched, if you could call it a hat; and as the girl knew that her shining, natural blond hair was her one great beauty, she didn't mind the idea of wearing even the ridiculous little beret that it was at Mrs. Laskv's that night. It was a delightful drive from Hollywood through beautitul Santa Monica, on and on along the sea to Malibu Beach. On their way, Dick pointed out what was once Clara Bow's cottage and then those of many other celebrities in a delicious little group along the shore when they had come to real Malibu. , Then Mary saw a red fence, "an absolute duck of a red fence," as she exclaimed to Garth. It was the fence of Lilyan Tashman's and Edmund Lowe's house. The house was white, with a red roof, and there was a hint of red in the window frames. What delighted Mary Moore was the white broken paving stones of the path, with streaks of red between. Cottage or bungalow ; you could call it either, though it had two stories. The front door, set diagonally, was opened by a pretty young woman in a red and white dress which made her look like a gypsy ready to tell fortunes. The place really did look like a doll's house, but when Mary and Dick were ushered into the living room the doll's house