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If you keep up with these columns you will know more about film folks than they know themselves
By Cal York
love you. You are the sweetest girl on the screen. Won't you send me your autographed photograph ?
"Sincerely yours,
"Ella J L ."
KATHERINE MacDONALD is to be married at the end of her present contract. The young man is Jack Morrill, a wealthy young Chicagoan. He has been spending a lot of time in California recently.
A GUSHING lady visitor at the Goldwyn studio the other day said to Colleen Moore, who was busy playing the star role in Rupert Hughes' new production, "Oh, Miss Moore, we think you're just lovely. You're — well, you're sort of the symbol of Ireland, if you know what I mean. Yes, we often say you're the John McCormack of the screen."
She couldn't figure out why Miss Moore blushed so vividly.
But Miss Moore's "young man" is John McCormick, one of the western executives of First National, and somebody whispered in her ear just then, "More likely the Mrs. John McCormick."
MANHATTAN is supposed to be the most blase city in the world.
New Yorkers, as you may have heard, are so sophisticated they can watch murders being committed, banks being robbed, and many celebrities moving about them, without turning a hair.
It's all wrong.
The other morning on the Avenue a large crowd was collecting in front of a famous
This royal bed. worthy of no less royal a beauty than Barbara La Marr, ivas occupied by her in a scene in Bex Ingram's latest production. "Black Orchids," when she played the role of Zareda, the fortune teller. It once belonged to the late Gaby Deslys
None other than Theodore Boberts — sans moustache, sans long trousers, sans dignity — enacting the part of Little Lord Fauntleroy in the Hollywood Follies. He would be almost recognizable if he only had a cigar in his mouth
silver shop. Men and women paused; small boys peered in at the windows. Motors stopped, occupants sticking their heads from windows to see what was going on. Traffic was crippled.. The crowd increased.
Inside the shop, a film company was making a motion picture.
MR. and Mrs. Tom Gallery — who is Zasu Pitts — are the proud parents of a baby girl. The young lady arrived the other day and is now domiciled at the Gallery home in Hollywood. It is understood that Betty BIythe is to be her godmother.
THE month is all jazzed up when there isn't at least one good one to te'.l on young William Wallace Reid.
The other afternoon in the drawing room, Bill was loudly demanding to be read to by his mother, Dorothy Davenport Reid.
Mrs. Reid was entertaining guests and whispered in her son's ear, "Dear, I can't read to you until Aunt Peggy goes home. Now be patient and when she's gone, I'll read."
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