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I for me," continued irrepressible Senor Frawley, "I still o; little ol' New York."
■were flabbergasted. Who in the world would ever think Iw York as Hollywood's playground? V,t the ballots were cast, we found that the six most ■ir Hollywood playgrounds were Palm Springs — of -Xew York, Caliente, Ensenada, Catalina and Santa
Howdy Chumps! iking of that Santa Anita race track, it's the greatest line yet discovered in the West.
bangtails are back with us with a bang. Hollywood ne "horsey" with the bankrolls. There are thousands of cluttering up ol' Lucky Baldwin's Santa Anita rancho.
colts, mares, geldings; brown ones, black ones, bay ;ray ones and chestnuts. Those are the babies I bet on — lestnuts."
:eys get under your feet and amateur touts in your hair ry Hollywood party these days.
rly every star wants to own a nag. They're so cute. Gable has one, Bing Crosby bought two and Connie tt got herself one named Rattlebrain, ywood talk today is horse talk. And plenty of it. The nd girls call the horseys by their first names. They all who sired Cavalcade and who damned Equipoise, lamned Ekky myself when he fouled out Twenty Grand
at that Derby the other day," asserted Senor Errol. "I had fifty smackers right on his nose, too," he added feelingly.
Anyway, the races are busting Hollywood. A neighbor of mine at Toluca Lake had to put a plaster of one hundred smackers on his pet automobile when the meet was only eleven days old. He bet on one of those beetles that ran under a fence post and hasn't been seen since.
Yes indeedy, the boots and saddles are with us once more. It's Christmas every day over at that Santa Anita layout. More than fifteen million dollars will be handled at this meet, which is a lotta shekels even for Hollywood.
"Yeah!" agreed Senor Frawley, "What a bag full of gold Santa is pouring into Anita's sock every evening."
With that wisecrack we washed up the sport of the kings.
"Do you know, fellas," he continued, "you can fly to NewYork now in sixteen hours. It used to take us darned near that long to get down here twenty years ago. Didn't it, Scoop?"
Come to think of it, in Hollywood twenty years ago playgrounds were few and far between. We took our fun where we found it. How vividly I can picture the day that Senor Frawley and I first glimpsed Palm Springs.
Yesterdays "Salud v pesedas, amigosf"
We peered out of the dusty windows of the train, which had stopped at a little desert station. [ please turn to page 110 ]