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Peregrinations
By
LOUISE GLAUM
Being the first of a series nf literary rambles thru the Hollywood screen colony
I AM sure there are no more interesting streets in the world than I-iroadway, New York, Chicago's Michigan Boulevard and the Hollywood Boulevard of Los Angeles, where all the motion jiicture folk promenade o' nights.
It is a iiicturcsque houlevard, this Via Cinema, as it might be called.
Here the business man from Los Angeles or the visiting millionaire from Kansas City who hajipens to be sojourning in Pasadena have full opportunity to see picturedom en faiiiillc, so to S|)eak.
From the contents of the mass of "fan" correspondence which reaches me at the studio, it would seem that, had each motion picture devotee an Aladdin's lamp, he and she would wish themselves at once upon this ])athway of the famous, and yet Hollywood Boulevard might be said to represent disillusionment to the layman, for along this highway one can see Charlie Ray, with the youthful Mrs. Ray in the Ray supermobile, and write the folks at home that now he knows for sure that Charlie is married, et cetera, and immediately Oshkosh or Gallup will be inundated with a saline flood from the tear-ducts of "eligible femininity."
Here, again, one will see Charlie Chaplin in his offscene riile, (so well known to the screen colony), of the melanchf)ly Dane.
He will see Anita Stewart, Enid Bennett, Jack (J. Warren) Kerrigan and VVallie Reid, with Mrs. Reid and the Reid Kiddie, hobnobbing on terms of delightful intimacy.
Xow, some people have told me that the public consider the moving |)icture .star possessed of an extreme hauteur and a quite, regal self-consideration. This, I assure you, dear readers, is not a, fact. ALiybe I am disillusioning you in telling you this. (In the other hand, perhaps I am doing my Jirofession a great service in relating to you the human qualities of the ])eople who make up the screen colony in Los Angeles. For here in Hollywood, one discovers the BohemianisiTi of the West. The screen colony is not only the exclusive qiiar'tier of motion picture players — it also embraces the allied arts and professions, for screen artists are really the most gregarious animals in the world, anrl the most democratic at heart.
Before I wrote this article, the editor of this publication seemed to be interested in my story of the way the ]iub!ic's silversheet favorites live, and so in our rambles thru Hollywood, I am going to try to give you an intimate glimpse of the rcnl.
(Coitliiuicii mi f^aijc 91)
(Fifty-seven)
Niles Welch, leading man for Mayflower Productions, pauses a moment in his motion picture activities to rest on top of a California hill. Center, Mildred Davis, Harold Lloyd's leading woman, sets off in so demure a fashion, the charm of ye Quaker gown. Below, Allan Dwan makes an intimate investigation concerning his leading woman, Mary Thurman, while his assistant, James Hogan, looks on and oilers suggestions
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