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From under my Hat
told him he must never play again. But when he returned to Miami the following autumn from a European vacation, he went out to play. During the first game he fell from his horse and died on the field. Julius had reached the point where there was nothing more to live for. Without his Dolly, his many millions, sixty or seventy, didn't mean a thing.
Hedda Hopper? Well, she missed her chance for social security as was social security.
While I was in Florida I met Jane and Carl Fisher. He was the promoter who conceived and built the Indianapolis race track, where on Memorial Day race fans go berserk and some driver almost always ends his life.
The Bernard Gimbels invited me to their annual costume ball, and when it was rumored that a handsome prize would go to the best dressed, I made up my mind to get it. I sent to New York for a gown I'd seen Ethel Barrymore wear in a play. Having it shipped to Florida set me back a hundred dollars. What I'd heard about the prize was just that— a rumor. Only award I got was the splash made by the gown, which was a stunner.
Irving Berlin spent that winter of 1924 in Florida too. Alva Gimbel gave a dinner for twelve, and Irving taught us his latest songs. He was recovering from a romantic attachment and had written "Lazy" and "Blue Skies." This was years before he was to find perfect happiness with Ellin Mackay.
Can you picture eight men, Hearst editor Arthur Brisbane among them, and four women sitting on the floor around a piano learning lyrics from a little guy from New York's East Side?
The assemblage struck me as funny. Looking up at Alva, I said, "With the scarcity of attractive men, other hostesses would slit your throat if they knew you'd cornered eight of the most important men in the world." Even Arthur Brisbane laughed.
That night Bernie Gimbel remarked on the "intellectual" formation of Brisbane's head. Arthur's forehead was not only unusually high, but convex, as though equipped with special room, fore and aft, for extra brains. "Now why isn't my head shaped like yours?" Bernie demanded.
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