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A perfect picture of love in the rough. It's Viola Dana and her new hubby, Jimmy' Thompson, a young golf pro. We hope he and Vi get out of all the sand-pits of domesticity with good mashie shots. Vi says she's "Mrs. Thompson, housewife"
WHEN Gloria Swanson's interlocutory decree of divorce from the Marquis de la Falaise was granted, the gentlemen of the press made a headlong dive for Hank. They did all but tackle the Marquis around the knees and bring him crashing to earth.
With one voice they screamed, "Are you going to marry Connie Bennett?"
The gallant Hank responded in true Gallic style — namely, by delicately raising one eyebrow. His mouth, alas, he kept shut.
On Nov. 6, 1931, the decree, granted for desertion, will become final.
And then, messieurs el mesdames, we shall see what we shall see!
Oh you Hank! You're a sly one, you are.
HEIGHO, everybody! Pola Negri is threatening to head our way again!
The Perilous Pole says that, now she has tossed off the matrimonial shackles that bind her to Mr. Mdivani, she is coming back to America and appear in a play, acting right out on a stage.
"A musical dramatic piece," Pola calls it.
But that isn't all.
Negri is slaving away at her memoirs, which she threatens to call "My Confession."
"I am going to tell everything," she says.
Oh lackaday and wirra wirra! If Pola does that, what a ruckus there'll be.
Let's hope she curbs her temperament and uses a little discretion.
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A little statue for a very good girl indeed. Conrad Nagel presenting Norma Shearer with the award of the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences for what it called the best performance of the past year — her work in "The Divorcee." And very well deserved, we say
Else there may be a run on the Bank of England, or something equally fatal to the welfare of the world.
NEW YORK was hysterical lately. Greta Garbo was reported attend'ng theatrical first nights — at least, Broadway reporters put it in their papers. At the next premiere there were more people in the street than in the theater.
No dice. It turned out to be one of the many thousand cheap road companies of the great Swede which are now infesting the Republic.
The shows' press agents are suspected.
Any sap who can't tell a phony Garbo from the real isn't fit to be a ship news reporter on Pikes Peak. And if the reporters took this on faith from the press agents and then printed it, they're simply bum newspapermen and should be booted into Circulation Alley. The idee! Getting us all worked up like that!
/*T^HEY'RE telling the story about the supervisor who, after a preview, introduced one writer to another. "Say," said the first, after they had shaken hands and the second writer had walked away, "isn't that the fellow who collaborated on this story with me?"
I" a certain Hollywood extra girl may boast for the rest of , her life, "am the girl who kicked Mary Pickford in the middle of her career — and got paid for it!"
It was during a scene in "Kiki." The action called for the