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RUTH BIERY
WHEN you conic to Hollywood, you will had Sunday a difficult day for star-gazing unless you heed these directions which we have so carefully prepared for you. Did I hear someone murmur something about Church"? Ah, it would be easy if we, who try so hard to guide you, free of charge, to the haunts of the famous and near-famous, could only draw a map showing the locations of our temples. But it would be just so much time wasted. The Hollywood stars do not spend the seventh day in temples.
It isn't that they are not religious or serious minded or don't believe in the Sunday morning appearance. My dears, if they were not reverent (which they are), they would still follow the instructions of their worthy grandparents and appear on each seventh morn at the House of Worship if there were possible time for it. To be seen walking down the main aisle between the crowded pews in their latest Greer creations, perhaps among those who never have the opportunity to see them at openings — would any woman in Hollywood miss such a platinum opportunity.? Would her press-agent let her.'' But it cannot be, no matter how much we crave the chance so innocently offered. It cannot be for those who sincerely covet the peace and quiet which Ch u rch would bring to
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Lon Chaney goes in for Sunday movies, taking his own productions with one of the amateur devices. His small grandson | is invariably starred
them. Even Conrad Nagel has been forced to forego hiijl Sunday morning ushering, they tell me. |
Opportunity Day
YOU have read before that the demands of our Holly-I wood profession are more strenuous, more nervej] racking, more unrelenting than those of other occupations. People in other worlds do have their nights andji their Saturday afternoons and their lunch hours and early mornings and — well, they do have time for washing their I hair and manicuring their nails and seeing their husband&J and wives and aging mothers.
But here — do you know that it is an actual fact thati sometimes Joan Crawford and Douglas Fairbanks, Jr., scarcely see each other from one Sunday to another.'' Also Lilyan Tashman and Edmund Lowe, Vilma Banky and Rod La Rocque, Sue Carol and Nick Stuart — but name over the happily married couples! ("Perhaps that's the reason they're happy.?" — Shame on you!)
Just imagine for a moment that you are Joan Crawford. You are working days at M-G-M and Doug is working nights at First National. You leave at seven in the morning so you may have plenty of time for make-up and arrival on the set by nine. Your company finishes at six or seven or eight in the evening. He leaves at five in the afternoon so he may be on his set by seven. He works until seven in the morning. Your
To locate Greta Garbo: discover the hottest place under the sun in Hollywood, and seek the spot. There you will find the mysterious one, sun bathing