Photoplay (Jan - Jun 1932)

/"-<RETA GARBO simply stood the ex^Jccutives of Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer on their hi ads by her mysterious trip to New York City. And the rest of Hollywood, too. No one knew she was going. No one knows why she went. But Hollywood thinks it was ju--t another trick of Greta's to prove her independence. She has a contract to be renewed. And just when Metro thinks she's ready to sign she takes walk-out powders. HpHE younger sister of a present musical comedy star was given a contract with a Hollywood studio and arrived on the Coast preceded by the usual fanfare of publicity. Taken to a publicity office, she was asked the usual questions from the printed blank and among them was, of course, this: "Are you married?" '' Xo, not married," she replied. The publicity man, as a gag, asked her the next question, which was: "Any children?" "Yes, one," she answered, "but the front office knows all about it. " A PEROXIDE blonde, who was success•* lul in getting a term contract with a major studio in Hollywood as a featured player, was filling out the usual information blank for the publicity department and getting along famously regarding height, age, weight, etc., until she came to a query as to her education. The kid had never been beyond the seventh grade in public school, and when the question, "Where educated?" confronted her, she decided to put on the dog a bit. "Educated by a private footer," was what she wrote. The spelling was her own. TXTELL, well, well, Mrs. Clark Gable certainly pays her bills on lime. She was in Magnin's shortly after the first of January and gave the saleslady a check to take to the accounting department to see if it checked with the store's figures of what she owed them. She had kept track of her bill and brought in the check before she received an accounting! And was she getting attention! Seven salesladies hovering over her at once. And the customers whispering to each other, "That's Mrs. Clark Gable." I couldn't help but remember Clark's remark, "And a year ago I could have walked down Hollywood Boulevard munching a doughnut and no one would have paid any attention."— Least of all the salesladies of an exclusive shop. PRXEST BOOTH, author of "Ladies of the Big House," will never be able to see the picture made from his story because prison scenes are never shown in penitentiaries. He is a "lifer" in Folsom Penitentiary. ""THEY have completed the renovation of "Pickfair," the home of Doug and Mary, and there are a lot of nice new bedrooms avail able for royalty that might drop into Los Angeles from now on. T TXTIL Photoplay's story on "The Man ^■That Gloria Swanson Married" appeared in the last issue, Hollywood was very busy with rumors about the bridegroom. And such rumors. His income was $25,000 a year and not a cent over. Gloria was going to have to support him. He really didn't have any social background. Photoplay's Hollywood office had writers call with proof (supposedly) for these wild statements. Then Photoplay told the whole story and proved that such yarns came from those who have always been jealous of Gloria. A ND about the same time, rumor was doing away with Adrienne Ames' fabled wealth. "Huh. She isn't the little rich girl she pretends. "A penthouse in New York. That's the bunk. She's just trying to make the grade on the old gag of a rich-girl publicity." Then Adrienne went to her penthouse in New York for Christmas. Paramount took pictures and they arrived back in Hollywood. The gossips gasped. You never saw such a place. Just one little item: A chaise longue cover of ermine on one side and black velvet on the other. Worth enough to pay the expenses of most of the Hollywood gossips for several months. We don't want to brag but we do want you to read us so you'll get the real truth about these people. [ PLEASE TURN TO PAGE 76 ] Keystone Lookee what we found in an old file. What grace, poise, charm! When Seymour saw it he ran screaming from his office and hasn't been the same since. It's Wally Beery as a comic servant in an old picture One of Hollywood's most charming and popular hostesses. The name? Look again. Have you forgotten those eyes? Don't you remember when press-agents said she was born in the shadow of the pyramids and dined on humming-birds' wings? Theda Bara is now content to be Mrs. Charles Brabin and shine in the glory of her husband's directorial light, but you'll hear rumors of her screen return. That's Charles with her 39