Photoplay (Jan - Jun 1941)

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Value of the Harold Lloyd house (living room, right) is so great the Lloyds can scarcely afford living there Cs~ ** j • ■ ^. 1 ; 1 ll a I m . j On the way up, Marie Dressier loved cottages. Once a star, she built a mansion -' Left: Claudette Colbert never expected to spend more than $65,000 for her house. The final cost was a quarter of a million The old snob tradition * of an expensive home is on the way out. Example: " The Gables, who live simply on a Valley ranch £ THIS is the season of the year when Hollywood, having made, digested and spit out their New Year's resolutions, becomes social and class-conscious. In bygone years, there was only one class of people in Hollywood — the working class. Everybody knew everybody else. If you weren't invited to a party and you happened to pass a house lit up like a gambling ship, you just parked your car and went in. because you knew you hadn't been intentionally overlooked; the hostess had simply been too busy to invite you. And you were received with open arms. That was in the good old days which, unfortunately, are gone forever. Not until lately did a lot of Hollywood people know that there was a Los Angeles Blue Book, because there were so few motion-picture names in it. Among the favored few to break into the sacred pages were the Harold Is, the Alan Mowbrays, the Eddie Robinsons, the John Boles, the [n S. Cobbs and Bob Stack. But this year, having Babs Hutton (the Counti igWitz-Revent low), Their n (the former Lady Fui ness) . M ie Vander bilt, Lady Mendl and scads of othi among our permanent inhabitants, the ! i les Blue Book has begun to mean something to Hollywood, especially since in the 1041 edition a num 1IRROR