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Olive Borden is the little girl getting the big hand, in the lower picture, from Motorcycle Officer Jimmy Watkins; and above is Jimmy, who knows the Hollywood fast set better than anyone else on the Coast
THIS is a story of speedy Hollywood. Vivid, inside truths of the daily and nocturnal escapades of the film folks that fairly sizzle with scorching heat. Racy little habits of certain stars who seem unable to keep from running into the arms of the law.
But let us be charitable. June-like days and nights, unending miles of smooth roads winding from mountain tops through scented orange groves down to the sea. Swift motor cars and youth. Youth, with eyes always out for adventure. Surely, some allowances should be made for such a combination.
One would think so. But in Hollywood, where opulent youth, beauty and June-like weather are every-day occurrences, the law makes no allowances.
Take the case of Clara Bow, for example. Clara, so the story goes, with her cap perched jauntily over one eye, had just settled herself for a nice little spin in her tricky newroadster, out Beverly way, when she was rudely jerked back to the realities of life in Hollywood by the ungodly shrieking of a motor cop's siren. A big, burly officer waved her over to the side of the road.
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HAT'S the idea, sister, of tearing along at a fortymile gait in a twenty-mile zone.^" thundered this
How The Movie Stars Earn
And Accept Their Tickets
For Reckless Driving
By RILLA PAGE PALMBORG
rude man as he commenced to write out a ticket. Clara, from past experience, knew she was pinched. "Oh! be reasonable!" purred Clara, rolling her bigeyes. "I'm sure I wasn't going even fifteen miles an hour." "You're all wet," snorts this hard-boiled cop as he hands her a ticket. Clara, turning her head as she drove ofFlaughing, answered, "Well, I wasn't until you started that darned siren going." She left the officer, scratching his head and muttering, "Now, just what did she mean by that?" "Kenneth Harlan has an awful heavy foot," said Officer Jimmy Watkins, who has been on the highway motor patrol of Los Angeles County for the last six years. "He sure is a good sport, though," he added. "He has several alibiu One of his favorites is, 'Can't you see, officer, that my gasoline is way low and I'm hurrying like the devil to get to the next filling station before it's all gone?' Another one is, 'Please don't detain me, officer. My mother-in-law just died, and I am in an awful hurry.'
"An actor that sure burned me up was Alexander Carr," he continued. "One night another officer and myself were detailed to check headlights as the cars came up Vine Street. The line had about twenty-five cars in it and was moving slowly when a nifty, imported sedan swung to one side and started to pass. I flagged it and ordered the driver to fall back to the rear. As several machines had come up during the argument, this car was set back considerably.
"I was waiting for them when they came up, and called out to Mr. Carr, who had his face, red with rage, hanging out of the window, 'Name?'
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