The Photo-Play Journal (Jul 1919-Feb 1921)

July, 19 19 m = PHOTO-PLAY JOURNAL 33 m a Week-end with the holubar; ra m a Even Though Allen J. Holubar Has Quit Kissing 'Em On the Stage, He Still Kisses Wifie, Dorothy Phillips Leaving Alexandria at ten o'clock Saturday morning, we reached San Juan Capistrano at about noon. It was one of those bright California spring days, with the air laden with fragrance of orange blossoms and spring buds which make a morning drive exhilarating. Soon we could feel the nearness of the ocean, but the chief object of our interest was the mission of San Juan Capistrano. Here Fathers Sullivan and John O'Connor greeted and welcomed us to the hospitality of the Mission. The Father Superior explained the history of the famous old landmark of the early days of California. Miss Phillips was especially interested in the remarkable state of preservation of the Mission walls. This Mission, we were told, had been founded in 1776, and T was with alacrity that I accepted the invitation of Dorothy Phillips, the dainty Universal star, and her director husband, Allen Holubar, to join them on a week-end trip to San Diego, the Hotel at one time had housed, fed and clothed as many as 400 Indians. "Quite a hotel," remarked Mr. Holubar. "And I believe that it would take only about two hundred thousand dollars to restore it to its original magnitude and beauty." Demonstrating that a man is always looking with an eye to business. In the courtyard we took some pictures of the famous monument erected to the memory of Father Junipero Serra. After our inspection of the mission, we all felt the pangs of hunger, which we appeased in a quaint little Spanish restaurant across the way. Miss Phillips found no difficulty in daintily carving a tortilla, but hasty swallows of water betrayed the fact that eating one with composure was another matter. A merry twinkle in Mr. Holubar's eyes brought forth her dare : "You try it." Refreshed, we again resumed our drive. The ocean was now at our right all along the way. As we mounted the pass we saw standing as line sentinels at the highest point the famed Torrey pines. Wind-swept and grim, the last of their kind they had alone withstood the elements of the post one hundred years. Miss Phillips suggested that we stop and inspect the historic trees at closer range. It was quite a climb to the top of the knoll, but Miss Phillips outsprinted us all, and showed her love of outdoor sports had made quite an athlete of her. From under the rugged pines we obtained a wonderful view of the ocean and the surrounding valleys. Leaving the trees, we soon came to Vista Del Mar, where we decided to stop for the remainder of the day. From the cozy sun parlor of the Stratford Inn, Miss Phillips spied A Close-Up of Allen J. Holubar, the Director, and His Wife, Dorothy Phillips, the Star, During a Week-end Vacation At Del Mar, Cal. No, These Are Not All Dorothy Phillips' Kiddies — They're Just a Few of Her Friends j some youngsters playing in the gardens. Instantly she was out among the flowers with them and had three kiddies gathered in her arms. They invited her to join the game of "Drop the Handkerchief." Soon a dozen of the kiddies encircled Miss Phillips and we were also graciously invited to join in the game. When it came to dropping the handkerchief, Miss Phillips and her husband were the most frequently "honored." Miss Phillips rewarded the dimpled youngsters she caught with a kiss, and Mr. Holubar made himself popular by tossing them in the air. Following the game, the youngsters were invited to an ice cream party and to have their pictures taken with Miss Phillips on the hotel veranda. Sunday morning we arose early and took a brisk stroll along the beach. After breakfast, Mr. Holubar suggested we drive toward San Diego, stopping en route at the home of Ramona, the heroine of Helen Hunt Jackson's famous novel. Here we found many picturesque relics of the old days (Continued on page 55)