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Would Destroy —
quality of Hollywood madness may be a step toward and become normal human beings, more or less, amusing manifestations and holds out hope for a milder cases.
H. McKegg
he would be in the foreground. The Mix personality was spread over his possessions and actions like icing on a cake.
Making himself such a good target, it is no wonder that his chateau was inundated with guests, including the sycophants, who are always ready to play up to florid personalities that verge on the ridiculous.
Mr. Mix has even sent out Christmas cards with the entire family pictured on them — even to Tony, his horse, Tom's starring partner.
"The only thing he's left out of the picture," a facetious young actress told me over the phone, "is the manure."
Again, Mr. Mix will go to the Montmartre for
On choice visitors Ken Maynard bestows cigars with his picture on the band.
Wise-cracking signs were profusely displayed at a tea given by the aristocratic Dolores del Rio.
lunch, dressed absurdly in corduroy trousers circled by a diamond-studded belt ! So chic! No? Then what? •
Once, during a luncheon at the Mix palace, in the presence of all the guests, Tom gave his wife a check for twenty-five thousand dollars. The amount was stressed to the writers gazing on. I don't know if Mrs. Mix was expected to cash the check, but it was such a beau geste to make before such a gathering !
Yet that was not so glaring as Tom's appearance at the Banky-La Rocque wedding. As is his custom on such occasions, Mr. Mix drove up to the church steps reining a sixhorse coach, he himself fully caparisoned ultravividly a la Western. It was a touch of the circus parade.
Perhaps he now realizes his mistake in allowing Hollywood to "get" him. Maybe, after his bitter denunciation, he has decided to drop his former mode of family advertising: if so, he will probably find himself less pestered by sycophants, and his life made happier and more secluded. Tony may also feel more comfortable.
When Olive Borden came to Hollywood she and her mother were quiet provincials. Even when Olive got her first break, nothing unusual occurred ; but immediately after she was made a star — Hollywood
got
her !
Charles Farrell's devotion to his old Ford is just a legend— he uses an expensive roadster.
Escorted by her mother, Olive would arrive at the Fox studio in a glittering limousine, driven by a liveried chauffeur, with a maid and a secretary completing the retinue. It was supposed to be necessary for perfume to be sprayed about the set which Olive ornamented, and more particularly where she would, be likely to sit. Then, reclining languorously in her chair, Olive would greet people with the manner of a grand duchess checking up her serfs, while Madame Borden stood guard over all these processional gestures, lest a loophole occur to mar the style.