Close Up (Oct 1920 - Aug 1923)

3 NIGHT LIFE IN L. A. (By “The Rounder”) ORPHEUM — Mr. Perry, charge de affaires of the box office, made a little bet with Billy Hucknall, that last week there would not be a vacant seat for sale during Mrs. Drew’s engagement. Billy did not fall for it, as the house was completely filled at every performance. These boys are prophets. PANTAGES — Vodeville and a picture. (Nuff said). LOEW’S STATE— Nate Holt, the manager, was always on the go to a certain destination every time I saw him. Mr. McSpadden and Billy Shoup were unable to explain the mystery to me. This. is a running commentary. The pictures are reviewed in this issue. MOROSCO’S — "Abie’s Irish Rose” has made one-half of the local population laugh, and it will stay here until the balance chuckle. Let’s hurry ! MAJESTIC — “A Nervous Wreck.” I personally have to admit that I became one through laughing my fool head off. This is as good as a two weeks’ vacation in June, so I owe Mary Newcombe and Ed Horton a great deal. SYMPHONY — Dustin Farnum in “Iron to Gold,” directed by Bernard J. Durning. Dustin is in another thriller. The story has certain peculiar angles, but it stands out in a very entertaining manner. The direction shows painstaking care, and the cast and photography are excellent. HILL STREET THEATRE— Doing big business, but not exclusive. MASON — This week concludes the engagement of Leo Ditrichstein. It’s too bad he can’t stay forty weeks. CLUNE’S BROADWAY — Jules Verne’s “The Isle of Zorda,” very enterta ning and a line out in front. SUPERBA — “A Man Under Cover,” bady directed, featuring Herbert Rawlinson, the latter good, but Tom Santschi Terrible in a short reel feature. CALIFORNIA— “The Ruling Passion” with George Arliss, very clever and full of comedy. Music good, by Carl Elinor and orchestra. MILLERS’ — Still running “Strongheart.” The dogs in Los Angeles are all wagging their tails over the success of their fellow canine. MISSION — "Orphans of the Storm” is good for ten weeks — five have already passed. GRAUMAN’S — Wally Reid showed up very well in his flivver in “Across the Continent,” directed by Phil Rosen. This was good, but “BEAUTY’S WORTH,” now playing, is the bunk. RIALTO — Advertised as Elinor Glyn’s greatest story, “Beyond the Rocks,” is about the finest bit of piffle I have seen. Gloria Swanson is good, but Rudolph Valentino shows in the picture that he is thinking more of his personal appearance than the importance of the story. AUDITORIUM— May 8th, Will King and fifty nice, young people will enterta'n us all. He’s likely to stay sometime. Let’s go! KINEMA — Last week, Carter DeHaven in “My Lady Friends,” a very poor story and muchly overdrawn, with too much farce interwoven. This week, Norma Talmadge in “Smilin’ Thru.” She shows to great advantage and never looked more beautiful. JAHNKE’S — I notice where Jackie Taylor is violining downstairs. This ought to help this place, somewhat. THE SHIP— It looks as if the Ship is going on an excursion of prosperity, with Morrie Rauch at the wheel, and Bill Paine bellowing orders. — GREEN MILL — The green outside of the mill is turning yellow. Help! Painters needed. HARLOW’S— When C. Fred Harlow lost by fire the Moonlite Gardens, he immed’ately started planning with his staff of architects, its rebuilding on a pretentious, unique scale. You may look for something novel within the next few months on this charred historic site. In the meanwhile, find time to go to 241 I VA FORRESTER A Screenland Beauty South Spring street and get acquainted with the viands, Cecil May, Dorothy Harrison, Lynn Smith, and the blondes in front will cheer you with their smiles until you sit down. You feel that you are entering a land of sunshine when you partake of Graham’s meats from the California market. PALAISE ROYAL— Still in business. WINTER GARDEN— The same. AMBASSADOR — Still rents rooms. ALEXANDRIA — Trying to keep up with the demand. NOW THAT YOU SEEM TO KNOW AS MUCH AS I DO ABOUT CONDITIONS, AND OUT OF CONDITION EFFECTS, ON THE NIGHT LIFE OF LOS ANGELES, IT BEHOOVES US TO WANDER OUT TO THE WASHINGTON BALL PARK AND ACCEPT THE FLICKER OF A SMILE FROM MR. LOCKHARD, AND THE SWIFT HANDED HOWD’Y OF “BOOTS” WEBBER. IF YOU DON’T DO THIS, YOU CAN FIGURE ON PASSING A VERY POOR NIGHT THE SAME DAY. BY THE WAY, I NOTICED A DRUNKARD AT 4 A. M. ON BROADWAY. WHAT IN HEAVEN’S NAME IS THIS TOWN COMING TO, ANYWAY?