Inside facts of stage and screen (March 28, 1931)

Psge Eight INSIDE FACTS OF STAGE AND SCREEN Saturday. March 28, 1931 In Hollywood — Now By BUD MURRAY AGUA CAL1ENTE, Baja, Calif., March 22.—O-U-C-H in spades— Well, I’m a How have you been, Mike Hall—and dear old Sur Beau—whatever became of that horse in the $100,000 Agua Calients. Handicap? Close to 30,000 hoss-cra-zy fans came down to witness this most talked of classic, ant there wasn't a chance for any horse but Sun Beatt- so they told us—and being a natural born “sucker’ we went to it on the nose, and “There were 30,00i other “suckers” who went the “Way of all flesh”— At the finish, when that poor 7-year-old horse, Mike Hall, came -down about six lengths ahead, not a soul rooted, no one knew what horse it was or why — the Fans just sat and gaped at one another anc with what money they had left the Casino and games of chance got a terrific play—these suckers were going to try and take it out on the tables— Hi Ho—we were there, but, as usual, the ladies in our party, Mrs, Gladys Murray and Miss Mary Frances Taylor, did the winning for the male mem- bers, and the day wasn’t as bad as it could have been if the girls hadn't done their bit—in the club- house we ran into a flock of stage and screen stars who were dabbling a bit and roaming around in a daze—Next to us Carl Laemmle Jr., all smiles, and his dear old dad, Carl Laemmle, Sr., basking in the sun-lite— Leo Morrison, the shrimp booking agent, just back from Noo Yawk, a dead ringer for Junior Laemmle, they could do a darn good “act”— William Gibbs McAdoo wearing that high “choker” collar of the vintage of 1900, reminds us of the first ride we took on the first subway train in Noo Yawk about that time. Mr. McAdoo was the architect and engineer, etc., of this subway—The “verandah” was full of Movie Directors, as we noticed here and there—Harry Beaumont entertaining a large party— Dave Butler, of the Fox Studios—A1 Green, that first prize director at Warners—William .Beaudine, an old timer in the directing business— Mary McAllister, one of our pupils, placing bets furiously—Frank Vin- cent, our old boss last year at the RKO—The exotic platinum blonde beauty, Jean. Harlow, who always has a flock of male admirers gaping at her—Young Pantages all agog before the big race—Bobby North, whom we worked for about 2(1 years ago in a burlesque show named “The World of Pleasure”—Harry Bannister, our boy friend from the Winter Garden, who flew down to the races, and invited us to fly back with him—-No, thanks, we like to ride on terra-firma—Roy Shields, music head at the Hal Roach Studios—One of our most charming pupils, Adrienne Dore, hysterically dashes over to our table after the big race, informs us she dreamed the night before that Sun Beau wouldn’t win but that Mike Hall would, and she had him right on the “schnozzte”— How we wish we had been with her in her dreams—No, gentle readers, we just mean for the tip—Oh yeah—Then we bump into Eddie Quillan, who is now making a RKO-Pathe horse race picture at Caliente— We intend to send in a request for one day’s extra work in the mob scene—Eddie tells us that Sandy Ford’s owner brought his own brand of hay with him but that the Mexican government forbid bringing in the hay—so they tried to feed the horse Mexican hay, which he absolutely refused to eat for two days—then the day before the race they went to the paddock and they found that Sandy Ford has eaten his mattress— You can’t fool a horse—So we start back to Hollywood and drop into George’s Eating Place; George is none other than George Beech, of many years ago vaudeville fame—Ran into Ed Margolies, who used to build theatres for the Shuberts when we were with them—so we con- tinue our drive along the Coast, imbibing of the invigorating ocean breezes, forgetting our troubles and thinking of only the nice things in life, which is as it should be in Hollywood, anytime—Back in town the biggest surprise we received for some time was to run down to the Orpbeum Theatre to find that the new manager is Harry Golub, an old boy friend, wearing that big “Joe E. Brown” smile all the while—We car. only add, “The King is Dead, Long Live the King.” The next day at lunch at the Brown Derby in Hollywood—in a booth Bill Perlberg, ace booking agent, and A1 Lloyd, back on the main stem—Eddie Buzzell, musical comedy favorite, who has been out here for some time at Columbia Pictures, writing, directing and acting when it becomes necessary—Archie Mayo, Warner Brothers director—Hoot Gib- son without his big Stetson—Bob Gilbert, who worked with us in the “Passing Show of 1916" and who has been out here for several years doing picture work, and not bad either—Eddie Lambert trying to cash a note for a sandwich—Georgie Harris has one of those things, too— The co-operative plan for “Paris In Spring” didn’t work—They had money in the box office but the actors, musicians and stage-hands were a trifle late (as usual)—The sheriff tabbed the box office during the day, so they tell us—Fatty Arbuckle and Lew Cody, those two inseparable pais, drop in for a little lunch—Mrs. Joe E. Brown lunching quietly— Rufus LeMaire lolls in and is beginning to look his part of Casting Director at Warner Brothers Studios—B.B.B. floats in with a “pug” by the name of Sammy Moss, a new 128-pounder who has won his firs 1 two fights at Pasadena Fight Club—Charley Judels, actor, director and writer, looking “chubbier” every day—Kitty Flynn is now a decided blonde—she decided that three weeks ago and stayed that way—Paui Girard Smith is siili in Hollywood. We drop into the “Wrasslin” fiesta at the Olympic Auditorium to take a look at those two hulking fellows. Ed Lewis vs. Ev Marshall— and the old fellow ruined sturdy Marshall—the first fall took 48 minutes •—Is that a life?—The house is always .sold out at these bouts and it’s a wonder Tom Gallery doesn’t try a night a week at this racket—It must pay-—right behind us our. old pupil, Arthur Lake—William Wellman, ace air picture director—Brooks Benedict is a wrestling addict—and as we drive up the Boulevard we flash by Jack Oakie in a red-red Packard; he must be taking a technicolor—then smack into Sam. Kramer, booker backer, manager and tourist, with Bertha Grant, a musical comedy “ingenue” from Noo Yawk, who just arrived to start some picture work in the near future in Hollywood— To the Friday night fights at the Hollywood Legion, run by Tom Gallery, and we notice a flock of dance directors—Sammy Lee, at M-G-M and Fanchon & Marco : —Busby Berk eley and Dave Bennett, formerly of Paramount—Charley and Louie Mo-sconi—and Ed Tierney, who runs a darn good dancing school iie Pasadena—Dead-Pan Ned Sparks never cracks a smile at these fights— Benny Rubin just the opposite and right next to Ned—Those two boys Bobby Woolsey and Bert Wheeler, back at the fights regularly now— Willie Collier, Sr., now directing at Fox Studios—A couple of N. Y musical comedy favorites and now in pictures in Hollywood are Charley Winninger and Leon Errol—Wilson Mizner and his boy friend. Herb Sanborn, of the Brown Derby-—Norman Taurog, film director—El Bren dei, formerly of the Winter Garden, and now set at Fox Studios—We see Cy Kahn, the crooning tenor, is back again—Victor McLaglen and a few of his brothers scattered around the arena, make a pretty fair sized house by themselves—you count ’em—Ed Larkin, dance man at Or pheum, and Friedman, of “Western Costume,” drop in to Henry’s Rest aurant on the Boulevard—We see that “Mushy” Callahan is entertaining a party of friends here, and “The Dummy Newsboy” is “puttin’ on the Ritz” in this party—Jackie Fields back in town getting ready for a new fight campaign — Mr. and Mrs. A1 Herman taking their once a year Cali- fornia siesta—Sol Sollinger, former newspaperman, and now a “biggie” booking, agent, entertaining some Boy Scouts, including Junior Coghlan— Mike Donlin, all by himself, biting into a big sandwich—Mike takes us back to old-fashioned baseball, when we were a kid so high—again wc see that charming couple, Mr. and Mrs. Herman Paley—Herman is head of the test department at Fox Studios, and he takes us back to the tin- pan alley' days in Noo Yawk when we lolled around 28th St. and Broad- way—Remember?—Lee Moran, a brother Masquer, and for a long time at Warner Brothers—Georgie Haris trying to explain how it ail hap- pened; and > r et we add that “no matter how old she is she is still your mother”—So take heed—and that goes for Hollywood now. 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