Photoplay (Jan-Jun 1935)

PHOTOPLAY MAGAZINE FOR JUNE, 1935 105 ances more vigorously. News Item: He was ot with Anita Louise. She was present with )me unknown gent, but Tom had a little ranger with him, too. Such elaborate ;stures the young starlets made of avoiding !ich other . . . they had a mad on . . . I'm oping it's not permanent . . . but Anita as always peeking over her partner's shoulJer to see where Tom was, and the lad's eyes id a fine bit of darting about, too. j)USY as a bee I was taking in everything 'for your edification, my lamb, when along une Edwin Willis ('member I told you he ecorated at M-G-M) and invited me over to ps table. Eddie Lowe breezed over to the ible with Irvin Cobb's daughter. She chirped: "Dad's just had his teeth inked out. Poor boy, he's got to talk beiire. a ladies' society. He'll probably hiss at iiem!" She rolled her eyes around the place. ! "My, my, I'm due for a collapse, too much Dsy-daisy goings on for a simple country ss like me." The handsome Lowe fellah said he wanted i collapse too . . he'd been eating so many 'ring beans at dinner he felt like a relief map Iowa! ! When those two irrationals left we chatted lout thisa and thata. 1 Mostly thata. [After this I did a little dancing. Occasionlly I got bumped by a grand looking girl who ore a tailored suit and a tremendous sixi.rat star sapphire on her scarlet-tipped finger, i'hen turned about the lady proved to be fiss C. Lombard, who had no business being lywhere but in a bed nursing a cold, but who said she would rather munch rat poison than stay between the sheets another moment. Back at the table we greeted the saucy Florine McKinney and her shadow, Barry Trivers, who writes very good movie stories. Sadly he pointed to his upper lip, the moustache was gone. "I done it," said Florine proudly, "with my little hatchet! For months I've been begging him to shave the thing off, but he wouldn't." "And then," chimed in the lad with the hairless lip, "she said that if Ronald Colman could take his off for 'Clive of India,' I certainly could do it for Florine McKinney!" "So what else," asked Florine, "could he do?" Then they danced off, looking very pleased with themselves. Now I shall give you the Fox luncheon held for their splendid designer, Royer, at the Assistance League this very noon. Betwixt courses, I talked with Adrienne Ames, and the creator himself, and I got a very heartening flash of What's To Be. The results are pretty chi-chi! Besides Adrienne, the other honeys whose clothes were modeled from the unreleased pictures, " Dante's Inferno" and "Mystery Woman," were Mona Barrie and Claire Trevor. ADRIENNE was dying to eat her salad, but she had to pop up and pose for pictures every moment. There was a robe-de-style number with a big stuffed bird perched at the waist that the photographers went nutty over, so they had the model, Adrienne, the clever and embarrassed Royer and the other girls pose all together. Suddenly Royer got hysterical and pointed. The bird was upside down! Our little humorist, Miss Ames, remarked that it had probably had a hard winter and was now flying south for the sun! Another surprise note was the sudden entrance of the three of the Marx brothers. These little men just rattled to the League for a quick and good lunch, but when they spied their favorite movie star they just pulled up the chairs and went for a full dinner. Then Mrs. Bruce Cabot made an error. She told them they were moving into a fashion luncheon. Chico went for her head, Harpo for her arms and Groucho for her feet. They scrabbled the daylights out of her. Then they left off abruptly and pompously marched away. POOR Adrienne, she pulled herself together ' and started to tackle her salad again. But it had been removed! During the next course she stopped to applaud the lovely gowns, posed for more pictures, and bowed to several enthusiastic fans. By this time the meat was cold so dessert was brought in. Perhaps I shouldn't have done it, but I told her she was looking well after her flu siege. During the ensuing discussion she looked up and saw the waiter disappearing with her chocolate cake and coffee! It was then time to go, so Adrienne asked me to meet her at the Vendome next week and have a little lunch. And speaking of lunch reminds me I haven't had any yet, so as much as your stoical scribe would like to continue she will have to be a little copy cat and say what Fred Astaire did when his lighter wouldn't work — "The flint is willing but the spirit's weak." Not bad, eh? Ravenously yours, Mitzi.