Photoplay (Jan - Jun 1941)

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Marie dined with me just before her illness and, looking around, observed, "Darling, how can you afford to live in a place like this?" "What's wrong with it? I thought you liked it," retorted I. "Yes, it's all right, but your position demands something better." Then I reminded her of her first visit and Marie laughed louder than I. The big car which she bought, as essential to her station as a star, was sold, after her death, to colored people who use it as a hearse for their most elegant funerals and charge $100 extra for the privilege THE next duty attached to the salaried ' gentry is maintaining a staff of servants, preferably the kind who have an idea of how an aristocrat, salaried or otherwise, should live. They pass out freezing looks if you depart from their standards. You'd get the giggles if you knew how many of Hollywood's great who have such poise and savoir-faire under all and sundry circumstances on the screen are scared stiff of their own butlers. Another "Once in a Lifetime" could be wrapped around that idea. One well-known who's married into the social register and was lately divorced used to say to hei butler, "Dearie, pass me the soup." That man now serves in one of our better restaurants and I always have a fiendish impulse to call him "Dearie." It would wring your heart if you could see a top-salary princess eating a couple of lettuce leaves and a portion of birdseed and sniffing in agony at the door of the servants' dining room, whence comes the delicious, tantalizing aroma of steak smothered in mushrooms being consumed, at her expense, by eight hired hands and lour dogs — all with healthy, husky appetites. That same princess has spent twelve hours at the studio under torrid lamps and would like to crawd home and hop quickly into bed, but she can't do it too often because the staff will think she hasn't any friends and isn't as important as they thought she was. So she props herself up and expensively entertains a crowd whose main interest is always themselves. Entertaining gives her the jitters anyway. Many heads have lost their crowns !>v letting in a guest whose check for bridge or poker bounced next morning. But it cretary's job, poor thing, to see that no one in the $200 class is ted next to one earning $5,000. In it's downright dangerous to have them at tin irty. And thi a 1 [ollywood hostess ping track of everybody's ex-mates and boy friends! If they're all in the same salary class, it isn't so bad But if the lady has risen, while her former husband lolly-gags in the lower ranks, look out for sparks' You ch to a friend, There aren't hall a dozen people in town with courage enough to change the place cards after the hostess has finished arranging them. That's why there are so many buffet dinners, where you juggle your food on your lap and plead with the bird — I mean squab! — not to jump off and ruin your new gown. Then there's the expensive car with a slithering special body. Of course, the star sometimes leaves the big bus and chauffeur home and, just for the thrill of it, drives to the studio alone in a cute little roadster. But if she makes a habit of doing anything so sensible, she'll probably hear from the publicity department that she owes it to her fans to ride in state; complaints have been coming in from out-of-town visitors saying Miss Susie Sweetie-Pie has no glamour! It's true that we have courageous souls like Greta Garbo, who rode around in a ten-year-old ark until she got good and ready to change it. Then she bought another secondhand car! But Garbo, bless her, wouldn't recognize the caste system if she fell over it. When merchants send her a bill, she pays half. "Why not?" she shrugs. "They charge me double anyway." She lives simply, comfortably, because she wants to, and her good Swedish common sense is proof against any tripe the press agents can concoct. In fact, the publicity boys on her lot don't even know her! She does the work she's paid for and as for the rest, it's all poppycock and to heck with it! VOU may not believe it, but it's almost ■ impossible to live on $1,000 a week in Hollyrwood after the caste bug has bitten and poisoned you. Many an actor who lived and even saved on $75 weekly finds he can't get by on ten times that amount. This in spite of the fact that extras seem able to live on something like S7.50 a week. But goodness only knows how extras live at all! Heaven must be helping them — we certainly aren't. There are exceptions here, of course, like Mitch Leisen, who parties all his old pals with the new, even extras included. His are real parties, and will be long remembered. It's noteworthy also to record the fact that no candid cameras are allowed at these gatherings, which include the biggest people in town. Frank Lloyd is another who gives a dinner for pleasure, not publicity. Fortunately, there are signs that Hollywood's famous are outgrowing the salary caste system. They're beginning to what it's done to others who were just as famous as they. Carole Lombard and Clark Gable live in a modest ranch house, give no parties, cook their own dinner at least once a week. But as yet there are comparatively few others following that example, with the exception < f our foreign stars who are shrewd and thrifty. They regard their salaries as their own They take — and give — little. The caste system has caused more and tragedies in Hollywood ndals. It never belonged in ica and I believe that if you movie-goers had your way you'd pi tier the stars live reasonably instead of in glass houses and would want them to put something away for that rainy day, which scatters not gladness but sadness in so many lives. Our Match Fictionized Movie — Harold Bell Wright's world-loved tale THE SHEPHERD OF THE HILLS from the Paramount film starring Betty Field, Harry Carey and John Wayne play, combined u>ith movth, mirro«