Photoplay (Jan-Jun 1930)

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News!— Views! — Gossip!— of Stars and Studios "No, Snitz," he said, "I don't think you'll do, after all. A motion picture producer should be big and important looking." Snitz pondered deeply for a moment. "Well," he answered, "I'm just exactly the height of Adolph Zukor. He hasn't been flopping lately, has he?" JOAN CRAWFORD carries her barometer right with her. Her fingernails are the longest in Hollywood (much to Doug's disgust). They are also brittle and in dry weather are more so. Every morning she snaps them. If they snap with a zing it will be a nice dry day. If they bend slowly then she prepares for rain. •"THERE were any number of highlights on ■*• the little game of fisticuffs indulged in by John Gilbert and Jim Tully, the ex-hobo author. It seems to us that the only amusing incident, and the only really worth while one in the whole sorry business, concerns the little messenger boy who rushed into the cafe with a message for Gilbert. He arrived at a most inopportune minute, Mr. Gilbert just having connected with Mr. Tully's fist. The messenger dashed up to Ina Claire, Mrs. Gilbert. "Is Mr. Gilbert in?" he asked. "No," said Ina, remembering her stage comedy training, "he's out." [ CONTINUED PROM PAGE 86 ("^ARBO likes to take long walks. ^-^ The other day she walked from her home in Beverly Hills to Howard Greer's shop in Hollywood. Greer is the lad who tells feminine screendom what to wear, and how to wear it. Garbo doesn't care much about styles, but Greer is one of her friends. One of the models engaged Greta in a conversation. "I'm going downtown in a few minutes to see 'Anna Christie,' " she told Greta. "How would you like to have me go with you? " asked Garbo. Garbo climbed into the model's Chevrolet roadster and they drove into Los Angeles for the first evening show. No one recognized the star as the girl in the worn greatcoat and beret. But then people very rarely recognize Garbo off the screen. Just to give you a look at the lucky Mrs. Tibbett, and mother of the Tibbett twins. Lawrence and his wife attend the world premiere of "Devil May Care" in Hollywood. Oddly and sadly enough, the baritone missed both the Western and Eastern openings of his smash, "The Rogue Song" Help! The pajama*craze, which went from bed to parlor, has now hopped into the kitchen! Raquel Torres has discarded the old-time apron for a gingham pajama suit, with strap and bib trimming "YOUNG Phillips Holmes, on the Para■»■ mount roster of juveniles, has had his hair bleached and curled for a forthcoming picture. Now he is a perfect blond. Whenever Jack Oakie sees him on the lot he pauses, and a puzzled expression crosses his face. "Oh," he always says with mock surprise, "I thought for a moment that you were Carol Lombard." Phillips walks a mile to avoid him. WILSON MIZNER'S Brown Derby Cafe is the Hollywood Madison Square Garden. Eating, apparently, is incidental. Fisticuffs — ah, that's the big amusement. [ please turn to page 90 ] 88 ■ i ■ ■ . ' " '■" it "i ■ . , . ft