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"Can't we help the poor little ch. mummy dear?" The darling!
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Well, Mr. William S. Van Dyke knows how to direct parties as well as pictures. He gave one recently to initiate the new playroom in his Hollywood home. With Helen Morgan on his right, and Mitzi on his left, Mr. Van Dyke is playing the role of perfect host
DEAR JOAN: I got the weeps! I got the sniffles! My heart breaks for our little Shirley Temple, for she sat not ten feet away at the Assistance League, lunching with her mama, and the tears just rolled down her sweet little face. What was the trouble? I did notice spinach on her plate, but,
Jean certainly looks beautiful at a typewriter! Imagine
her mother being scared she might not photograph well!
Mitzi asked Miss Harlow about that new novel she
is writing. But Jean was too modest to talk