Motion Picture Classic (Jul-Dec 1930)

They Disagree About The Tow D. W. Griffith thought Virginia Bruce (at top) looked like Lillian Gish, and Irving Berlin told her she would get the breaks. But Virginia wonders. While Georgia Lerch (at bottom) is wondering if she can winter in New York and summer in Hollywood Kenneth Alexander anybody's Mine.' Mix in Virginia Bruce (a Hollywood brand of show-girl about as sophisticated as Elsie ^ Dinsmore) and Georgia Lerch (witty, experienced and clever and knows show business from A to Z) and about eight other equally varying types, opinions and lingoes — and what have you.^ Not a sorority!" Broadway? Forget It! I WAS just nodding my head on the idea of seeing the ladies in "relays" when Bobbe Weeks arrived. She's cute, she's pert, and was she excited! About two hours previous, a "call" had come through from Warner Brothers which meant that she was awarded a six months' contract with that company and a chance to settle in Hollywood. "Gee," she breathed, "Gee!". Her eyes are blue, but her hair is black and straight. A white beret, well back on her head, was an unconsciously striking effect. She settled deep down in a chair and hunted feverishly for an illusive package of cigarettes with fingers that shook slightly. Why not? Wasn't she sure of six months more in Hollywood — and who knows? Maybe she would click and remain in "Paradise" the rest of her life. "Sure, I'm crazy about it here! I didn't know there was any place like this before. Everything about it is just like in a story book. I sent my regrets to Broadway the minute I got oif the train. "Broadway excitement? Say, Broadway wasn't so exciting to me. I was a chorus girl and don't ever let anybody tell you that a chorus girl's life isn't hard work. I used to be so tired after the evening performance I'd run right home to mother. They tell me that there are some awfully exciting night-clubs and whoopee resorts going along Broadway for the people that have time to get around to them, but I could count the nightclubs I've been in on one hand. Out Where Men Are Pale HOLLYWOOD is my idea of excitement. You keep the kind of hours out here that don't leave you too tired to have a good time in the evening. I've seen more night-life in Hollywood than I ever ran across on Broadway. "And the men— well, believe me, there's a great difference in the men. All Broadway men look alike to me. They're all one type. Slightly oldish, but well massaged, immaculate dinner clothes, gardenia in the lapel, and reeking of some sort of barber's tonic. They're good spenders and don't bat an eye at putting on the dog, but what's that in comparison to a Hollywood boy who is good-looking, dances well, and furnishes several honest-to-goodness laughs throughout the evening? "Hollywood men are more sociable, if you know what I mean. They don't only take you out — they go along with you! On the other hand, if a girl goes out with a typical Broadway man, she's sort of a hired audience and spends a bored evening listening to his latest escapades on the Stock Market." Bobbe shot a polite, but feverish glance at a wrist watch and said something about a test down at Warner's. If it was all right with everybody, she thought she'd better be dashing along. " Hope I see you around," I called after her rapidly vanishing figure. She stuck her head back through the door, grinning like a little imp, "I hope you see me around Hollywood the rest of my life," she agreed and disappeared. After Bobbe's electric now-you-see-her-and-now-you{Continued on page g6) 74