Photoplay (Jan-Jun 1935)

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In the good old days, when Hollywood siesta-ed in the sun, and everybody stood on the corner of Hollywood Boulevard and Vine Street to watch the movie parade go by. Those were the days when you saw Charlie Chaplin with his cane and baggy trousers, when Mary Pickford dressed in gingham and had her curls, and Bill Hart wore a ten gallon hat landscape. But, even these village necessities possessed a :ertain quaint charm and tradition. How well we recall Hall's grocery store where the genial, trustful proprietor cashed our movie checks Here we loafed swapped lies and did a little whittling with the boys. Or, "Frenchy" Blondeau's barber ;hop where we hung out to get in occasional haircut and read R free Police Gazette. Or, the ..harming old Hollywood hotel vhere we dined and danced vith our best girl of a Saturday light, if we had the price. If only we could have rubbed Uaddin's lamp. ! Once again Bill Frawley and stroll together down Holly WILLIAM FRAWLEY By Scoop Con Ion Bill Frawley has a pasl which he lias been trying Lo live down lor years. lie was Hollywood's first crooner Like all good Ioway-ans. when he left the old homestead, he headed straight, for Californi-ay, driving a buggy Bill had a vague idea he was an actor, hut the movies, "still" in their infancy, decided he was a song and dance man. Being Irish as the shamrock, Bill's sentimental nature lenl a devastating charm to his crooning of sad ballads to the cabaret devotees. Broadway heard about it. adopted him. lie knows everybody in show business and the sporting world. Talks with Broadway accent. Came the talkies, or the dawn or something. Lo and behold, Hollywood "re-discovered" Bill Frawley. He came back as an actor He's unmarried, girls. Husky, hot-tempered, but sweet-natured. wood's main stem. My old pal is back from the Broadway wars, a successful actor giving Hollywood his first double-take in many, many moons The sun still shines, the climate is still balmy. But the trees, the flowers and the orange ranches are gone these many years. With them went the beauty, the charm and the spellof the Southern California village street. The song is done. Today, if you stand on the corners of Hollywood Boulevard and Vine Street long enough you will meet every body you ever knew. Sure, just like Forty-Second and Broadway of New York. [ PLEASE TURN TO PAGE 106 I 27