Hands of Hollywood (1929)

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Churches, Clubs and Cafes Nellie Revell of "Variety," the official weekly trade paper of the entire show business, writes that she found more truly happily married couples in the picture colony than in any other place in which she had lived. Nellie has seen, and knows intimately, more places than the average writer will ever see. She \nows the show people and she is one of the finest women in the world. Her knowledge of actors and actresses, and her ability to judge human nature, are surpassed only by the beauty of her character. Of course, the divorces in Hollywood are so widely and so luridly publicized that mere outsiders hardly can be blamed for supposing that divorce is the favorite sport of screenland. However, if you will procure a list of bankers, business men, etc., and study their percentage of divorce, you will find that this percentage greatly exceeds the rate of "picture" divorces. A very amusing incident will illustrate a certain attitude of mind toward Hollywood. One afternoon the author was standing in line in a certain large cafe and candy shop on Hollywood Boulevard, waiting to pay her check — fifty-five cents, to be exact. At her side was standing a tall, thin, sour-looking man dressed in dingy black, the cut of whose suit and the shape of whose hat were strongly reminiscent of the Civil War. In the lapel of his coat was a button or pin, and the author, being curious, said: "Pardon me, but would you mind telling me what that button stands for? It seems rather unique." "Well, that pin stands for the so-and-so Bible Association, but I don't suppose you Hollywood people ever heard of the Bible," was his charming answer. "henry's" cafe "Meet me at Henry's" is heard every day and every evening in Hollywood. This cafe is the place where everyone feels at home, where everyone says "Hello" to everyone else, where the stars, the directors, the scenario-writers, the cameramen, the celebrities, the property men, the cutters, meet their friends, drop in for a cup of [105]