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Please Don't Quote Me
HOLLYWOOD is the cit} of extremes. Fortunes are made overnight. Failures are made every day. Stars enjoy life. Extras just live. People are wealthy, or they are poor. There isn't much middle ground in the picture colony. As a result, the tempo is at racing speed all the time.
The golden chance lies just round the corner. It may take years to get it. The golden promise is so readily given that in nine cases out of ten it is dross.
To-day the girl who was the prize beauty in last year's "Follies" is signed on a "long-term" contract. Next week she will be looking for a job as atmosphere.
Hollywood, for a whirl, is a great spot. Pack a few bags and join me. But be sure you have your return ticket in your pocket before you start !
I found the film belt in the throes of economy and Cupid. The producers had decided that a ten per cent cut would be good for the industry, by way of economy. And Sam Goldwyn chaperoned Cupid.
You suppose, in your knowing way, that Mr. Goldwyn produces pictures. If you were in Hollywood you would know that he also specializes in staging fancy weddings, impressive, popular, and guaranteed to hit the front
page. His Banky-La Rocque production was nothing short of a nuptial classic. Thousands attended, Cecil B. DeMille served as best man, personally supervising the groom, Mr. Goldwyn himself gave the bride away with a lavish gesture, and the stars. Rod La Rocque and Vilma Banky, appeared in the flesh, as advertised.
Every one agreed that it was the beginning of a Goldwyn year. As a result of the huge success of this orange-blossom idyl, three other cinema
There are two bookshops and eighteen beauty "shoppes" on the main street.
soubrettes hurried out to enter the bonds, as they are called, of wedlock.
Renee Adoree chose a business man, Helen Lee Worthing promised to honor and obey a physician, and Jane Winton annexed a playwright, one Charles Kenyon.
So it went. Confusion was everywhere apparent. Actors, loath to accept the proposed ten per cent cut, held mass meetings. Stars had visions of their diamonds being traded for groceries, their limousines dwindling to Fords.
More mass meetings were held. The scenarists, the scene shifters, the directors, and the electricians all met indignantly. What with all the studios suggesting that all loyal workers accept the cut, and what with all unattached males shaking for fear they might fall victims to the matrimonial epidemic, Hollywood was in a state approaching turmoil.
Turmoil, of course, describes the cinema capital. It is a beautiful little city, fringed with palms and eucalyptus trees, elegantly boulevarded, surrounded by yes men and bootleggers. There are wise men, too, and beautiful women in abundance, and efficiency experts, and private secretaries, and just people.
There are more high-powered motors per capita than in any other community extant. There are two bookstores on the main street and eighteen beauty "shoppes."
There are wiggeries where young men may grow old, and bald men hirsute. There is a pet exchange where one may lease Pomeranians, spitzes, leopards, or even rarer fourfooted playmates.
There is a tony-looking riding academy specializing in trick