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From under my Hat
miere at the Carthay Circle Theatre darn near blinded the citizens. ^The Trocadero shindig later was no lawn party either.
The studio already had spent so much, they decided to throw in what was left of the bank roll. American Beauty7 roses by the hundreds of dozens were tied in bunches to each post at the theater entrance. Those left over were strewn with careless grace on the grass. A stage was built outside; a string orchestra played. Stars trod the red carpet and gushed and gabbled into the mike: "Hello, everybody, I know this is going to be the most wonderful picture ever made. Wish you were here . . . blah, blah, blah."
At the psychological moment Louis B. Mayer led Norma up in the flesh. Marie Antoinette was wearing cloth of gold from head to toe. She looked more like Joan of Arc going into battle.
After the picture everyone adjourned to the party. It was a curious thing that all eyes seemed to be on a table for two occupied by Clark Gable and Carole Lombard. Not having paid for the picture, or the premiere, or the supper, they were just having fun, and the look of them brought smiles to all the sad faces— even Mayer's.
When Norma arrived at the Troc she went straight to the powder room, where her maid was waiting. That's the first and only time I ever saw a hostess change dresses in mid-party. She came out of the powder room in a handmade black-sequined sheath so tight she had to watch not only her step but her breathing.
Norma really had a yen for herself in those costumes Adrian designed for Marie Antoinette. She made quite a picture in that towering white wig and the costume all silver and gold and sparkle. So when she was invited by Marion Davies to one of Mr. Hearst's famous birthday parties at Marion's Santa Monica home, she decided to do something special. Marion's invitations read: American History Party.
Norma made American history all right. Gathering together her friends— the Basil Rathbones, Hedy Lamarr, Reggie Gardiner, and the Charles Boyers— she had them all fitted to costumes from the Marie Antoinette picture. New wigs were made for them; even seats taken out of their cars so their elaborate getups wouldn't be crushed on the drive to Santa Monica.
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