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Gloria tried another marriage to the wealthy and social William Davey of New York City. That failed also, and again she went to the divorce court. After Davey's death it was discovered that he had left most of his estate to the John Tracy Clinic, started by Mrs. Spencer Tracy (a woman Davey had never met) for children with impaired hearing. Gloria's name was not mentioned in the will.
Once more, though, she came out on top. She got her chance in Sunset Boulevard; she made it her street.
I daresay when Swanson's eighty-five she'll be doing another comeback in a wheel chair. She has the will and the intestinal fortitude to push through all obstacles when success is up ahead. Then there's no stopping her. And I hope I'll be right in there acting with her.
Movies began growing up around 1926 when Ben Hur became the big noise, and all Hollywood producers took up the cry: "We've got to make one bigger than Ben Hur!" It was in '26 that Jack Dempsey lost a decision to Shakespeare-spouting Gene Tunney, which could have given our producers the idea that brain ruled over brawn, because along about that time they started to woo famous authors.
Sam Goldwyn brought the first batch of name writers to Hollywood, and the rest followed suit. Joseph Hergesheimer, author of The Three Black Fennijs and Java Head, left the comfort of his Dower House in Pennsylvania for a home in Santa Monica.
In those days, when our citizens decided to honor a celebrity, they went all out. Joe was met at the station with a Rolls-Royce and chauffeur, both placed at his disposal for the duration. He was installed in a wing of the Jesse Lasky home; the Laskys maintained two houses— one for themselves and the other for distinguished guests.
Joe, so fat he should have known better, suddenly announced his desire to learn the tango. A pretty lady instructor was summoned. Did he prefer blonde or brunette? "Both," said Joe. This was the life! He'd also like to play a little golf. A golf pro was added; also a swimming instructor.
The names of the hostesses hungry for the chance to lionize him were carefully screened by Joe. He had approval of menus, wines,