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Herb Howe depicts the Progress of the Talkie: Courtroom Drama, Ballet, Hoofers with a Breaking Heart —
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HOLLYWOOD
Random Impressions of the Movie
BO ULEVARDING 'Round on Saturday Night : Squiffy air like rosy wine in Neon lights.
Nectar night, bubbling pretty girls and keen boy friends.
Buddy Rogers and Loretta Young, the eye-spots of Hollywood, I decide.
Then a photo of Corinne heaven seems very close. . .
Capital
Garbo
Failure
— Pola Negri versus Greta and the Reason for Pola's -Troubles of a Beauty Judge.
in jewelry . Shall call
window and her up soon.
BY
DRAWINGS
KEN CHAMBERLAIN
Music pours from aperture-labelled Western Sausage Co. . . . Voices of little dog angels?
Boy slicing meat in glass enclosures looks like Ivan Lebedeff . . . between pictures maybe. . . . No, wrong again.
Jack Oakie in camel's hair and brown boots jaunting by . . . corking trooper.
Salon de Beaute with photo of Gloria, signed "To Denise, who is always responsible for the wave."
Scales, "Weigh the Children." What for? No market for them. On second thought there is.
Jackie Coogan, a retired capitalist at ten. Wish I'd been brought up on the bottle in Hollywood instead of hitting it so late.
Boy soliloquizing behind orange drink stand: "Here today and gone tomorrow!" . . . Hollywood's philosophy. In front of Roosevelt Hotel meet ubiquitous Al Cohn, once mere movie magaziner, now gagger for Harold Lloyd. There's one actor never gets a dirty dig, Harold Lloyd . . . Hollywood's Most Popular Citizen. Window display of ladies' hose "proportioned individually" . . . Wonder if they need a fitter. Three men have touched me for the price of eats. . . . Newspapers call them "Reds". Fellow just passed is image of Barthelmess. . . . And knows it, by Gord!
Lot of fellows look like Barthelmess. . . . None in our family though. . . . Reminds me, Barthelmess warned Novarro, "You've got to quit looking like me."
Reminds me, I must be harsh with Buddy Rogers. "$15 Permanent Wave for $7.50 Mons. and Tues." Waves battered by week-ends, eh?
More lingerie and gown shops than any street in world . . . and slickest stuffings for them.
A dog haberdashery. Bow-wowT ties for bulldogs.
Jackie Coogan is a retired capitalist at ten. He has nothing to look forward to save a life of leisure in club windows.