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At the left, Herbert Brenon and Allan Dwan playing tennis; Phyllis Haver and Marie Prevost, Louise Fazenda ; the Ernest Torrences and Clive Brooks; Nils Asther, Loretta Young, Brenon and Lon Chaney ; and
Karl Dane
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Protect Their Privacy — By Rilla Page Palmborg
Today picture players who heard about Malibu too late, and outsiders anxious to rub elbows with the stars, are clamoring for lots. But there is none to be had. It is rumored that fabulous sums have been offered for transfers of leases. But if transfers are ever made, there is an unwritten law that they must go to someone in the profession.
With a private road running into this secluded domain and with a watchman patroling both beach and road, the most persistent movie fan hasn't a chance for a look-in. At last the stars have found a spot where they can play without the world looking on.
The cottages with the ocean almost in the front yard are of all types, from simple little four-room shacks to elaborate two-story dwellings. Malibu Beach is one place in the world where the size and pretentiousness of a dwelling make not the slightest difference in the owner's popularity or social standing. Here money, pose and pretense are forgotten.
Any old kind of clothes is worn, one-piece bathing suits being the favorite. Lilyan Tashman, for instance, prefers rather dressy bright-red pajamas, while Ronald Colman chooses baggy duck trousers and an old pull-on sweater. Famous marceled bobs are allowed to lose their curl, while the screen's most romantic lovers forget to shave. And gentlemen of the movies celebrated for the immaculate correctness of their attire, dress for dinner in a bathing suit.
Negligees Aplenty
TTospitality and open house are in the air. "Come on * * in and have a sandwich and a glass of something cool to drink," shouts Marie Prevost as she espies you passing her door. Marie has a closet filled with bathing suits and negligees of all sizes ready for visiting friends. "Come over to my clam-bake tonight," invites Louise Fazenda as you stop to watch her taking her exercises on the sand.
The public, barred from this colorful spot, whispers all sorts of gossip about the goings-on of this new colony. But the movie players, used to all kinds of reports, pay not the slightest attention.
If Mr. and Mrs. Grundy from Podunk should break through the patrol and happen to see the fair Gilda Gray originating a new dance on the beach in front of her house, they would probably rush out to tell the world that half-naked girls were dancing on the sand. They couldn't be convinced that this was a part of Gilda's daily routine. No doubt the sight of Marie Prevost and Phyllis Haver playing leap-frog on the water's edge would give rise to many a whispered story. Is it any wonder that the picture folk want a secluded spot ?
Neil Hamilton owns the only sailboat in the colony and there is real excitement when it comes rolling in on the crest of a big wave. One day when I was down there, (Continued on page 122)
The larger of the two small ladies at the left is Clive Brook's
daughter; then Pauline Starke, Charles Farrell, Marie Prevost and
Phyllis Haver
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