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when the stars feasted him in exchange for grudge him the time for an interview, if they not flattery. This article amusingly sets forth come over scribes and stars.
H. McKegg
confessed, as only she can, thus proving that writers are asked only when they can give the player publicity.
Nevertheless, the party was duly publicized. And the lady scribe left out in the cold has a merry laugh nowadays when friendship with stars is mentioned. She should know.
You know the humorous Neil Hamilton. So do I. He and his wife, Elsa, look me up now and then to see if I'm still breathing, and, rinding that I am, generally give me a good time.
Once Neil said to me, "I don't know how you writers can be so polite and patient with us. You must think, 'You poor sap. You've got no brains — only your looks!'"
"Yes," I put in, "and not always that."
Neil looked sharply at me, then after short deliberation, said, "Yes, sometimes not even that."
Perhaps I should state here whether the convivial
Gilbert Roland is a favorite of Mr. McKegg.
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Evelyn Brent's utter disregard for interviews caused her to let a visiting writer go from her home on foot in the rain.
Neil has, or has not, both brains and good looks. Instead, I'll let you guess. You'll probably guess right the first time.
"The trouble with the writers is," Richard Barthelmess said to Dorothy Wooldridge, one of my fellow scribes, "that they never write the truth about the stars."
Sweetly drawing in her breath, Dorothy replied, "God help the stars, Mr. Barthelmess, if they ever did.".
The days of the "blah" interviews are over. Occasionally a few appear, but not many. Today, in order to sell stories to the magazines, the writers must put something genuine and true in them.
A few writers on the Coast have not been afraid to be truthful. One clever, young fellow, Cedric Belfrage, was so candid in his opinions that he was finally barred from the Warner, First National, and the Metro-Goldwyn studios. Idon't know whether the ban has been lifted yet, after the bell, book, and candles had been used against him. The last time I met Cedric, he was still outside the pale, but as pronouncedly cynical about everything as ever.
While mentioning this gentleman, I might add that he is a man of the world, picking cynical morsels off the bones of human weaknesses. Hollywood is a good hunting ground for him. Cedric has caused several stars to squirm, when they have read his interviews with them — yet we can't always go on smiling without being smiled at, as you will plainly see.
Mr. Belfrage many times has poked fun at the so-called "true confessions" the stars relate with amazing eagerness. So funny and incredible did Cedric find the movie people, that he surprised many when he married one. Virginia Bradford was the bride. But when one knows Virginia, one can't wonder any longer at the erudite Mr. Belfrage's behavior — that is, in marrying her.
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A writer justified herself for calling Marie Prevost "a little roughneck."