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By Scoop Con Ion
ILLUSTRATED BY FRANK GODWIN
Scoop Conlon anil William Frawley
My Hollywood
IP" only we could have rubbed Aladdin's lamp twenty-odd years ago! There we were luxuriously sprawled beneath the shade of a palm tree on the soft grass of a Hollywood boardinghouse lawn. . We had parked our tired dogs after our daily hike over the tortuous Cahuenga Pass to and from a quaint little joint they called a movie studio, a trail worn through the mountains by two centuries of weary journeys made by gentle old Spanish padres and their Indian neophytes.
We were neophytes in this new game they called the movies. An Irish song and dance man from Iowa and an Irish writer from Missouri trying to crash the studios. Carefree birds of passage, we had no serious thought of movie careers.
SCOOP CONLON
By William Frawley
If Scoop Conlon wasn't the tirsl, while baby born in Southern California, he must have crossed I he plains in a covered wagon. He is more native than a native son.
Running around with him in Hollywood is like attending an Old Settlers' picnic. He knew everybody when.
Scoop is a half-pint in size only.
He is Irish in everything, including his pan. Rollicking sense of humor. Cocky but good natured. Gay but sentimental. Sociable little guy.
He has been married to a swell little girl for seventeen years, which is a record in Hollywood, and Hollywood marvels that she has put up with him that long. They have one daughter, fifteen.
The Conlons live at Toluca Lake, as close to the first lee as possible.
Three squares a day and a soft bed was the main idea. Bill Frawley dreamed of Broadway musical comedy, while I
toyed with mirages of the South Seas. How could we know?
We didn't have Aladdin's lamp. Besides, motion pictures
were "still" in their infancy!
Hollywood siesta-ed in the sun. The air was laden with the
sweet scent of orange blossoms. Ranches dotted the boulevard of yesterday. Majestic eucalyptus, palms and peppers shaded the streets. Flowers ran riot everywhere. Roses, poppies and hibiscus graced the lawns, wistaria, bougainvillaea andt honeysuckle colored the bungalows. The climate was balmy.
Here and there an occasional two-story village business building defaced the pastoral
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