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OF HOLLYW
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Going to the fights was supremely thrilling. As Mary and Dick walked to their ringside seats Mary picked out a number of stars. Douglas Fairbanks, Mary Pickford, Ricardo Cortez, Bebe Daniels and Ben Lyon were just ahead of her. Joel McCrea was already seated.
♦ ♦ ♦ You can imagine how Mary Moore felt when she— an unknown little girl from the Middle West— found herself moving in the gay social whirl of Hollywood and its glamorous stars
introduced little Mary Moore. "Well, you are the luckiest girl !" exclaimed the interviewer, who didn't look much older than Mary herself. "You must have been born under a very lucky star. Strangers don't get into the studios, you know. Not one girl out of a million would have this chance to talk with Norma. You're sort of unique." "I guess I am," Mary said a little shyly. After leaving Norma Shearer's bungalow Marywas conducted by the guide to Marion Davies studio home.
Marion was looking over some new photographs which had just been taken of her following the completion of "Blondie of the Follies," and thrilled Mary by giving her one. Just as Marion's Santa Monica cottage had seemed to Mary like a big castle by the sea, so did the bungalow on the lot seem a gorgeous Spanish palace oddly transported there from nowhere as if somebody had rubbed a magic lamp.
NOBODY else in movieland has anything so wonderful in the way of a dressing-room, though next to it in grandeur is the one on the Paramount lot which belonged to Pola Negri, then to Clara .Bow and now belongs to Sylvia Sidney.
"I have to have quite a house," Marion explained to
Mary, "because they always expect me to entertain all the Princes and Princesses and Dukes and Duchesses who come to visit our studio. For the credit of the profession, you can't do that in a ten by twelve !"
There are two floors in Marion's grand, hacienda-looking bungalow.
"Only the upstairs part is really private to me," she said. "But you shall see the downstairs first."
There's a huge central room or hall, with a high-beamed ceiling, and the floor is of polished wood. Here and there is a beautiful old Persian rug. It was a warmish day, though cool for California, so a sweet-smelling log or two glowed in the big fireplace. There weren't any pictures on the walls except two or three portraits of friends; but as decorations, there were some beautiful candelabra.
Off this room, where Marion receives her many guests, Mary walked into a dining room that had in the centre an antique refectory table out of some old monastery. There were twentyfour carved chairs that looked as ancient as the table and any amount of lovely silver, old Sheffield, beautiful china and sparkling crystal.
"You know," Marion said, "I suppose I have as little time to myself as any girl in the world. Lots of people drop in to lunch every day — guests and directors and what not. Even to dinner as well, for, of course, I'm here at the studio almost every night when I'm working on a picture. But I don't mind. I like people !"
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