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the Stars and Studios
was engaged to a young woman sixty years, ago, and I broke the engagement because she told a shady story. I was stunned."
He looked admonishingly about a circle of flapper listeners, but the moral effect of his tale was slightly dampened when they cried enthusiastically in chorus, "Oh, Uncle Andrew, what was the story?"
Cocktails Out of School
A CERTAIN handsome leading man in Hollywood some"^ times takes — hush ! — one drink too many. At the studio they tell me that when he is to be called back to make a scene over, they don't tell him he is needed for retakes. But for reshakes.
Multiple Thrift
''"LTAS she kept her youthful figure?" the old friend asked. The other moving picture lady sniffed, "Kept it!" she exclaimed. "She's doubled it!"
Signs of the Clime
<<rPHE way you know that you've gone Hollywood," says Harlem Thompson, a New York writer," "is that you Avouldn't be surprised if you went out to get your mail some morning and found a green elephant on the front lawn and a pink rain falling."
About the End of France
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N location with "The Divine Lady" company this supreme example of tactlessness occurred. Surrounded by directors, scenario writers, and movie stars in the uniforms of Lord Nelson's midshipmen, a fan magazine writer asked, "What was the Battle of Trafalgar about, anyway?" Victor Varconi, as Nelson, stared helplessly at Frank Lloyd, the director. Scenario writers and technical advisers unostentatiously slipped away from the group. Someone feebly tried to change the conversation, but the writer persisted, "But really, what was the Battle of Trafalgar about?" They looked at her with hatred in their eyes, and walked away and left her all alone.
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R. H. Louise Spotted — and for a certain winner. Betty Morrissey should steal so many pictures they'll have to change her last name to Larceny
C. S. Bull Brim-full of beauty: the largest hat grown this year in California swells, in its pride, a few sizes larger for being worn by both Dorothy Sebastian and Anita Page
Mighty shipshape little models, both of them, we'd say. And especially the one on the right. Her name is Alice White
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