Close Up (Oct 1920 - Aug 1923)

15 I PERSONALITIES | inilllllllilllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllilllllllH^ f 1 Star Shooting By “Hee Nose” Who was this bonehead that said: “Two can live as cheap as one”? We’d like to see him try it in Los Angeles, says Phil Rosen. * * * Bernie Duming says this song, “Three o’Clock in the Morning,” should be dedicated to the flappers. • * * * Betty Compson is appearing in a photoplay entitled, “The Bended Woman.” This sounds like a prescription, tersely sighed Dustin Farnum. * * * Where is the real estate agent that boasts of the very dry cellar in the house he is trying to sell? Bert Lytell wants to know. * * * Jack and Sam Warner are rapidly assembling the technical and directorial staff for their forthcoming production of F. Scott Fitzgerald’s novel, “The Beautiful and Damned.” E. Mason Hopper will direct and work is expected to start within the week. * * * August 14th marked the starting date of Agnes Ayres’ new Paramount star picture, “A Daughter of Luxury,” by Beulah Marie Dix, who wrote “Borderland,” Miss Ayres recently completed vehicle. Paul Powell, who directed that picture, will also handle the megaphone for the new one. HELENE LYNCH Ingenue Lead THE EDITOR’S PARTY It is usually the custom to speak of another’s party in preference to one’s own, but this particular party, which I have in mind commemorating A BIRTHDAY of Ye Editor (myself), deserves a mention if for no other reason than for the honor he received in greeting sc many of his friends at one and the same time. Fortunately, the affair started at 9 p. m. on the 12th, the reason being that, if any of the guests failed to arrive on time, they would at least be there by the 13th, which happened to be THE DAY! Although the party was intended to be informal, and with but a few present, it suddenly became one of fashionable gowns, and comfortable proportions. It would be invidious to attempt to state why everyone seemed to be in such cordial spirits, but the spirit of the evening manifested itself to such an extent that guests who were noted for their asperities in other walks of life, became lighter spirited as the night merged into dawn. There were about a dozen pairs of white trousers ambling from the breakfast room to the Patio — of course these trousers had animated limbs within. The only exception to the whiteness cf the below-the-waistline, occurred in the person of Rupert Julian, he claiming that it would have been impossible for him to have recited such a serious poem as “Christmas Day in the Workhouse” in flannels! Miss Edith Johnson looked as if she had stepped out of Paquin’s window in Paris. She was attired in something that resembled the lights of the northern stars, blended with the brilliance cf a Kimberly Mine. She shimmered. -Having had a birthday herself three days previously she was wearing A Ring set with huge diamonds presented by her noble spouse, William Duncan. Incidentally (Bill) evidently had been studying my latest double-breasted coat, for his’n and mine were alike as twin peas. Incidentally, he proposed my health in a cucumber punch, which I gratefully acknowledged in a liquid speech of thanks. Elsie Jane Wilson, keeping to the spirit of the evening, with the assistance of her famous director-husband, gave a seance in which the spirits were invoked in answering the numerous questions placed within a paper bag held in someone else’s hands. Everybody was satisfactorily answered, although no ghosts of yesterday were brought out. Unfortunately, my best friends, Mr. and Mrs. Claude McElhaney and Gladys Brockwell, were unable to be present, although they did send a present to show that they were present in thought, if not in person. Otto Lederer dropped in after he had finished playing Solomon Levy in “Abie’s Irish Rose,” and evidently thought he was still down at the Morosco Theatre for he managed to keep everybody in roars of merriment. His good man, Friday, or I should have said, Ray Gallagher, managed with the assistance of a certain silver ladle to keep Otto quiet from time to time, so as to allow the other guests an opportunity of drinking their coffee in peace. Mr. Charles G. Anthony, who at one time was consulting engineer fer the State of New York, and who is a chemist of note, and is at this time the gentleman who sees that your Arrowhead ginger ale and spring water is plentifully supplied to you, appeared with a very beautiful girl, Miss Leatha Marie Lake. The mere fact that this lady possesses genuine Titian hair should qualify her for any company. Unfortunately, Miss Lake is returning to her father and nine big brothers in Canada in a couple of weeks, to be gone for a couple of months, she claiming that she hadn’t been petted or spoiled sufficiently of late, and that she intended to go home and fill up on this satisfactory element of feminine happiness. Two of my very good friends, Dr. Frank D. Bullard and Katherine Bullard, appeared to be enjoying themselves at a merry clip. I noticed that Frank, who is a well known Oculist, paid a great deal of attention to the various eyes in heads of the many beautiful girls present. Mr. and Mrs. C. R. Toler arrived in all their glory. Incidentally, they came in with a case of ginger ale to help enliven the party. Peggy Toler never looked prettier — sartorically and hirsutely, as she did on the 13th. James Farley, a villain in moving picture life, proved himself to be a very good fellow, indeed, in private life. He became so popular, in fact, that he had to take home three of the younger generation of ladies present. Miss June LaVere, a little brunete beauty, looked like a doll out of a band box. Her eyes sparkled keen enjoyment through every min(Continued on next page.)