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Kn Eye-Opener
Things Happen To People Who Meet A n d Ta 1 k To
Dorothy Lee
'T all occurred to me rather in a hurry.
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I Somewhat like anJL other earthquake. Here I had been in Hollywood for years — meeting and knowing actresses, having dinner and dancing with front-page evening gowns wearing orchids — and had never seen one that I could fall for in a big way. That was yesterday! To-day 1 met the cutest little gal in town, Dorothy Lee (pronounced Dorothy Lee), and that's when it all occurred to me.
And if you'll think back over her swell scenes in "Rio Rita," you'll get what I mean. Remember when she fell backwards over a wall into the water.'' Remember when she sang "Sweetheart, We Need Each Other".? That's Dorothy Lee. No one else could do it quite so well or half so convincingly. One couldn't imagine Corinne Griffith doing a back-somersault, or even singing "Sweetheart, We Need Each Other" — but it's easy to imagine Dorothy doing both and loving it. After you've seen her and talked to her, you no longer have to imagine her doing them — she does them all
and more. "
It was yesterday that her wee, small knock came at my office door. After a number of loud "Come Ins," a tiny, animated, browneyed and smiling parcel of pep floated in on four-inch heels. ■ "Hello," I said.
One Thing After Another
HELLO yourself," she snapped back, with the smalleditioned tone of a football player in a locker-room just before the big game. "I'm ten minutes early! No one is ever going to be able to say that Lee wasn't on time. Gee, what a cute divan! Whose picture is that.?
By
WALTE R RAMSEY
Did you frame it yourself.? I think I'll take off my coat, it's hot in here. Why don't you go down to the beach for a swim on an afternoon like this.? Mind if I take off^ this shoe.? My foot hurts. Have you read 'Young Man of Manhattan'.? Let's go over to the hamburger shop and talk — I'm hungry." Well, yes — and then again, sometimes no — I answered. Let's sit down and talk things over. So she sat down. I just caved in. "We had the swellest time last week-end — down at Palm Springs — you should have been alpng," began the voice from way down deep in the clever sports dress. "We just played games and more games % \ * 'til everyone almost died — all except me. I never get tired. The longer I play, the better I like it. Mamma said I could invite my new boy-friend, if he wanted to come along — and he did. He's a man, though. Gee, I certainly wore him out. Know what.? We played eighteen holes of golf in the morning, besides three sets of tennis. Then we had lunch and after that we played ping
pong for an hour or so
and I wanted to go
swimming — so we did. And then. . . ."
One And The Same
IS this the same little girl I've seen over at the Brown Derby, all dressed up like a lady and looking very sophisticated? Why, I always thought she was about twenty-two — and here she says she is barely eighteen. See that natural twinkle around her eye? That wasn't there the day at the Derby. Maybe she was trying to put on an act — probably she's scared people will think {Continued on page 89)
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