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

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Modern Screen JOAN opened her eyes wider than ever. "Do you mean the men's breakfast club or the women's?" she asked. "Oh, the men's, of course," answered Doug. "I believe the ladies discuss the most serious subjects, whereas the men meet for fun. It's the same place, you know," he explained to Mary. "The men lend it to the women ; a lovely sort of huge garden, and a building in it so they can have breakfast indoors when it rains. Only it never does !" "But she'd need to get up about six o'clock in the morning," objected Joan. "It's quite a drive from the Roosevelt and breakfast is promptly at eight." "Well, we get up early, too, pretty often, when we have to go on location," Doug reminded her, "and it doesn't hurt our feelings, does it ?" He then went on to explain that the men's breakfast club was a great institution in Hollywood. The members were mostly millionaires, and they met one morning each week for breakfast out of doors in the southern sunlight. There were introductions of famous guests and speeches and music and often some star would give an impromptu entertainment. "You don't know Hollywood till you've been to the Breakfast Club," he said to Mary. "But how would I get invited?" she questioned, finding herself hardly shy at all, as her dress was so pretty. "I'm not a visiting celebrity. I'm a nobody." "I don't believe the members would think so," replied Doug. "Anyhow, I know several, and I'll get you an invitation. You, too, Garth," he added, with a glance at Dick who wore a rather downcast expression. "Could you both go next Wednesday morning? The breakfast is always on a Wednesday." Mary knew that she could go, for all her days were free. She depended mostly for her good times on the kindness of the stars and the delightful fact — which she was learning — that "one star leads to another." Dick hoped that he could go. It would, of course, depend on his studio. Other famous ones drifted in ; and Dick found a chance, after Mary had gazed at them a little from under her long golden eyelashes, to ask the girl if she'd care to see the terrace with him. \/f RS. LASKY was so afraid that there might be a "mist or something" on the night of her party that she had ordered a large, artificial moon for the terrace, almost bigger and better than the real moon. So of course, Mistress Real Moon came out, round and full, just to show what she could do, and asked all the stars of heaven to keep her company. "It's pretty marvelous out there," Dick said, "and you'd better come now, for presently there'll be cocktails and caviar sandwiches and goodness knows what. Later on, in the sun court, there's going to be such an entertainment as Hollywood and Santa Monica and Malibu have seldom seen. That's supposed to be a secret and a surprise, till the time comes." Mary let herself be led onto the terrace and there was an enchanting scene. People, it seemed, had been asked to bring bathing suits ; but as the night air was cooler than usual, nobody had obeyed. Girls and young men whom Mary hadn't seen in the house were on the terrace, having slipped out somehow, and the two moons were even more becoming to beautiful young stars than one moon. Mary had never before even heard of an artificial moon, much less seen one; but this was a brilliant enough copy to make the real moon jealous. It lit up the lovely faces and dresses and cast a thrilling light upon the sea. Later on in the evening, Marion Davies appeared, more radiant than ever, and as usual, surrounded by a group of young men : Robert Montgomery, Clark Gable with his attractive, dark face and deep dimples ; handsome Billy Bakewell, and others whose features Mary vaguely knew. Mary Pickford and Douglas Fairbanks formed a center of attraction; and a dazzling young woman with pale gold hair and the biggest blue eyes the screen has known could be no one but Constance Bennett. Mary was about to whisper, "Is that the Marquis de Falaise with her ?" when she met the eyes of the man she ought, she was sure, to recognize as a great screen actor. He was too good-looking, too interesting, to be anything else here in Hollywood ! But Dick Garth said, "There's E. H. Griffith, the best of all the younger directors. He could make a stone act ! And he could get you to believe the most farfetched story was the most natural thing in the world to happen. By Jove !" Dick exclaimed, "he's looking at you!" TV/fAYBE he remembers Miss Tashman's dress and thinks I've stolen it I" laughed Mary. "No, it's your hair he's interested in," said Dick. "Didn't Miss Tashman lend you that dress so that directors might take notice of you at this party? Maybe he's looking for a girl with hair like yours. Wouldn't it be a streak of luck ? See that little vision over there with the face of a baby saint, golden halo and all ? Well, that's Anita Louise, only sixteen, whom all the studios want for very young ingenue parts. Your hair is just as pretty as hers, and you don't look a day older." "Mr. E. H. Griffith has just spoken to me about you," said Lilyan to Mary as the sandwiches were being passed around. "He heard me say you'd been at my cottage. And he wanted to know if you'd done anything on the screen. I said no, you were a child, as well as a Hollywood amateur ; but there's a small part in a new picture he's directing— a girl with hair like yours, who must appear for just a second or two on the screen. She means something important — 'symbolic — so she'll get a close-up. Before we leave tonight, I'll introduce you to him." Tonight! 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