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sprightly, inside comment about talking pictures and talking picture people
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Every time you turn around in Hollywood a new sound stage has been built. Here you see tbe latest, wbich is erected b^
These stars shine brightly even in the presence of a big son. It's AHster McDonald, son of Britain's Premier, chatting with Mary Pickford and IVorma Talmadge.
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THEY are telling one now about John Barrymore and an extra who worked in his latest picture. It seems that the extra crashed the gate of a certain party where Barrymore was a guest. After imbibing of the 'punch' quite freely, he approached the star and slapped him on the back.
"Well, well, well! How are you. Jack, old boy.''" he cried.
"Ah, don't be so formal," Barrymore is reported to have said, "Just call me kid!"
ED LOWE vows he witnessed this right in front of the Fox studios.' A Rolls-Royce whizzed past and suddenly backfired, giving a very perfect imitation of two shots from a 45. Whereupon a pert little extra girl near the gate .swung around, screaming for all she was worth;
"I DONT EVEN KNOW YOUR HUSBAND!"
'AY FRANCIS was telephoned by the publicity department to ask. what kind of dessert she prefen-ed. It u'as for one of those motion picture magazine stories. A voice fraught with fury anstvered:
"I'll call you back, later. I can't answer you now! I simply can't!" Bang! went the receiver.
The caller sat won'dering whether it was murder or arson.
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Several hours later the 'phone rang and it was irith her usual dulcet tones:
"I couldn't answer you then, my dear. I was having a perfectly swell fight with my cook, and I never like to be interrupted when I am quarreling. It spoils everything. Ynu can't get back into the tempo again."
THE devotion of Charles and Al Christie to their mother is one of the beautiful legends of Hollywood. In Mrs. Christie's bedroom are two glass button discs — one red, the other green. At night a light glows behind these as long as her sons are out of the house.
When Al comes in, he presses a button downstairs which puts out the green light in his mother's room. Charles, the red.
In this way, Mrs. Christie knows when her sons, both gray-haired and one married, come home. They say she never closes her ej^es until both lights are out.
T HAPPENED in a theatre lobby. Between acts, Doug Fairbanks, Jr.. pulled a cigarette lighter from his pocket. Before he could light it, a young chap da.shed up to him with: "I bet you five dollars it won't light! " The man was a stranger to him but Doug took his bet. And won. The loser handed him the five spot, which Doug didn't want to take.
"Why, " he asked curiously, "did you think my lighter wouldn't work.'"