Photoplay (Jul - Dec 1931)

Beauty! Success! Failure! That's Hollywood! Oh dear — this picture has us all confused and bothered. The dark man on the left must be Charlie Gandhi, Hindu film comic, and the gent in the bed-sheet looks like the Mahatma Chaplin, of Hollywood. Goodness, the engraver has messed this all up! L_TOW far it might have gone, one never *■ -*-can tell. Then one evening, Eleanor called a friend ind asked her to come up to the King Vidor's. The friend had guests. "Bring them along," Eleanor pleaded. Lilyan Tashman and Edmund Lowe were imong the guests. They went along. Lilyan hashed right up to Eleanor and said graciously, 'Your house is lovely!" Eleanor smiled. "I hope you like it better than my dresses — " Lilyan laughed gaily. "Now, Eleanor — " And being two intelligent women all was forgotten and they're as chummy as before. BARBARA STANWYCK was pretty mad ■'-'when everybody said that Frank Fay had caused the trouble between her and her studio. "He didn't, he didn't," she cried. "Why, he's the grandest man in the world and he wanted to patch up the trouble peacefully while I was so stubborn about it." Anyhow, the trouble got patched up and Barbaia started to work, only to run into some more tough luck. She was riding a horse (for the purposes of the picture) along the beach, when the animal reared and fell into the sand. Both of Barbara's legs were sprained but (you know the-show-must-go-on stuff) she said, "We'll have to hurry and finish this scene before my legs start to stiffen." Right after that she and Adolphe Menjou swam fifty yards into the water. Immediately World Why, Mary Pickford ! You'd tell us a fish story, and what a whopper! Anyway, Mary deposes and says she caught the 150-pound sword fish and 175-pound shark with her own little rod and reel. And the photographer proves her story. Now does Doug have to take a cameraman along to prove his low golf scores? that they reached the shore again, fainted and was taken to a hospital. She's better now. Barbara T OTS of people got excited over that report ■^f rom Paris that Gloria Swanson had married Michael Farmer, the handsome Irish playboy there, last August. But Gloria herself only laughed. "How silly!" she said. "My divorce isn't final until November." And now it looks as if these two have come to a parting along the love route. It may be just a lovers' spat. Or it may be serious. Time is the old boy who tells. •"THE Doug Fairbanks, Juniors, are still hav*■ ing to utter daily denials that the stork is on the way. And only slightly less persistent is another rumor they busily deny — that Doug and Joan are to separate. The inside report is that M-G-M has cautioned Joan against having a baby. They feel that she could not afford to take the time off, just when she is at the peak of her career, and that motherhood would have a bad effect upon her popularity. As for the separation, Hollywood persists in buzzing. JOAN CRAWFORD and Doug, Jr., J have done their house over again. First it was Spanish, then English, and now Billy Haines, who has become a grand interior decorator, has changed it to early American and it's perfect. "FRIENDSHIPS come and go in Hollywood ■* — like romances. Here's a new one. Joan Crawford and Marlene Dietrich. They have become intimates — go to previews together, exchange calls, and discuss their domestic problems, like a couple of old cronies. Joan has just one large picture on her dressing room table at M-G-M. You've guessed it. It's Marlene. And photographs of Marlene's baby decorate the walls. 'T'HEY were quite sure that the title "The ■*■ Impatient Virgin" would never get by the Hays office. So they thought and thought and thought. And finally, Carl Laemmle, Jr., had the bright idea for a change of title for the play when Universal talkifies it. It'll be called "The Impatient Maiden." [ PLEASE TURN TO PAGE 92 ] 37