The New Movie Magazine (Jan-Sep 1935)

At Edmund Lowe's garden party there was gathered such an array of stars as would make any photographer swoon tor joy. Among them were Bruce Cabot, Adrienne Ames, Victor McLaglen, Tom Brown, Anita Louise, Eddie, Sally Blane, Marian Marsh, Virginia Shields and Richard Barthelmess. SUMMER FOR SOCIETY With the summer season in full swing, the Hollywood parties move out into the open air. By our society reporter, GRACE KINGSLEY IF you ever had doubts about the off-screen friendship of those perennial screen rivals, Edmund Lowe and Victor McLaglen, you should cast your eye upon them at a social event. When Eddie entertained at a garden soiree in honor of his popular house guest, the Countess of Warwick, Vic seemed to be every place at once, dancing attendance on the other guests. Eddie, in his corner, was painting a graphic picture of the daring tricks Vic's Lighthorse Brigade had recently added to its repertoire while Lionel Barrymore and Peggy Fears just listened. The instant Eddie was through with his story that enthusiastic amateur gardener, Barrymore, was down on his knees examining one of the rare plants nourishing there. Lionel can even tell you the technical names of most California plants. Of course Eddie served that famous champagne punch of his, the recipe for which he received from Rene Adoree many years ago. He has never given anyone else directions for the delicious concoction, and says Eddie: "It's my one secret from Hollywood." One thing Eddie hasn't been able to keep a secret from Hollywood is the fact that he is very fond of blond little Marian Marsh. She was there looking very demure in a pale blue blister crepe dinner dress with a filmy ruff collar discussing picture-making in England with Rowland Brown, the director, since they were working abroad at the same time. C^OC J Ji OOD Pull Up" . . . "Teas— One to Six" . . . "It's the English in us," said Jimmy Gleason in an affected Irish brogue when the placards bearing such quaint legends as those were sighted about the spacious lawn of his home by the guests bidden to his house. The signs, which are similar to those to be seen on London cafes, were placed there to make Michael (Mickey) Balcon feel at home. Balcon came to Hollywood from England to sign some of our very best talent for British pictures and the party was given in his honor. The guests gathered on a bonny Sunday morning for breakfast on the Gleason lawn, but sunny California reneged and went into a rain. "Good pull up" accordingly became the order of the day, and the guests, placards and food went trailing into the house. What with Dorothy Parker and her husband, Alan Campbell, in the crowd a new Hollywood game was born — making sentences from a single word. When Dorothy presented one that couldn't possibly be topped, Pat O'Brien, assigned the word "iconoclast," in surrender offered, "I cawn no class myself with you." "\\ 7"HEN we come in from an afternoon of riding or tennis and it's VV too early for dinner," explained Binnie Barnes, "in England we simply have what we call 'high tea.' It's more food and a little more elegant than just tea." Strangely enough no one in Hollywood ever thought of giving a high tea before, so Binnie's was a special sort of thrill. Only the town's best equestrians, such as Bruce Cabot, John (Please turn to page 67) Directly above: William Getz and Louis B. Mayer of M-G-M see Michael Balcon, British movie producer, off for his native England. Little Cora Sue Collins celebrated her seventh birthday on the same day May Robson celebrated her seventieth, so she brought Mickey Rooney, Freddie Bartholomew and Jackie Cooper to May's party at the studio. Wallace Ford and Charles Starrett can always be counted on to give a good time to their youngsters — Wally's daughter Patricia Ann and Charles' two boys, Charles Junior and David. The New Movie Magazine, August, 1935 27