Motion Picture Classic (Jul-Dec 1930)

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Hollywood Sob -Stories ^Lina Basquette Has Known Every Kind Of Adversity Hollyw^ood Has To Offer By DOROTHY MANNERS HOLLWOOD, for all her bountiful gifts of fame and wealth, can be unnecessarily cruel, until, at times, the unfortunate victim of her jibes and gossip seems pursued by a personal jinx that touches each climax of life. It must seem that way to Lina Basquette. Hollywood has never been kind to Lina, even in her influential days as the wife of Sam Warner. Even in the days when she was the potentially sensational candidate for the glory that Cecil de Mille can build. And certainly not now — though Lina is personally happy, for the first time in her Hollywood life, as the wife of Peverell Marley. It is a happiness she has grasped in spite of Hollywood whisperings, and held to . . . firm in the conviction that she was right. Strangely enough, she is not embittered. To even this last dreadful thing, the attempt to take her baby away from her, she merely shrugs her trim shoulders. "They don't understand," she explained simply. "They couldn't — or it could not have been like this all along." It all started five years ago . . . almost from the time of her arrival in the colony as the wife of Sam Warner. She was a vivid person, intensely colorful — and young. Too vivid, too young, some people said, to fit into the grooves so smugly occupied by other wives of producers and Hollywood executives. Obviously, the seventeen-year-old Follies danseuse was not for the bridge luncheons, the tally-card friendships, or the discreet dinner parties given only by and for the "right people" (whoever they are). Young and Idle HEIGH-HO, sighed Hollywood, but this was a strange marriage! Twenty-two years difference in their ages. "Money" played an important part in the musings at the discrepancy. liut even tne most malicious could not deny that Sam Warner adored the ground his vivid dancer-wife walked upon. For the most part, Lina went her own way. The few friends she made were of her own age, girls connected with picture work, girls still in the excitement of doing things. Sam Warner had not wanted her to continue her profes Rusaell Ball sional work after marriage, but the love of it was still in her blood. One does not retire from ambitions at seventeen. Idleness bored her. Particularly the brand of Hollywood idleness that is not idleness at all, but an aimless marathon of hurrying from one place to the other at the correct time. It wasn't until Lina knew she was going to be a mother that she compromised with her leisure. Even then she promised herself that after the baby came, she would broach the subject of her work to Sam again — try to make him see how unhappy she was with no work to do. Fighting the Enemy THE daughter of Sam Warner and Lina Basquette is an exquisite child. Almost from the cradle she manifested the little charms of personality which are making her now the pivotal point in an adoption case. But there were nurses for little Lina, there was "the family," there were innumerable hands to do the things that might have kept Lina occupied with her own child. There were so many that she eventually found herself confronted by her old enemy . . . nothing-to-do. The baby was growing {Continued on page So) 29