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A small group of young, foreign-born devotees of cinema art are keenly happy with their evenings of home cooking and lively talk of the finer things.
By Madeline Glass
OVER hills and down dales we went, sweeping around curves, following the winding highway at a pace as torrential and dangerous as it was unnecessary. Barry Norton sat at the wheel of the roadster, arms bare, collar open, a hlack tarn pulled snugly over his head. In the back seat Lilya Vallon, the dancer, and Bert Le Baron, the actor, hent their heads against the fierce onrush of wind and consigned their fates to the gods.
"Why," I inquired, leaning nearer the speed demon, "are you in such a hurry?"
"I want to get there ahead of the rest of the gang." Barry shouted, his determined gaze never leaving the gray strip of graveled road.
Although we were going at a seventy-mile clip, another car appeared behind us, drew gradually and persistently nearer, until we finally got a signal to stop. An expression of acute apprehension flashed over Norton's features. Barry, the most arrested actor in Hollywood, did not relish further trouble with the arm of the law.
The four of us sat in guilty silence watching the officer approach. What a dismal way
Lilya Vallon, actress, dancer and singer, is one of the lights in the little foreign circle.
Tlioio by Ball
Photo by Duncan
Ramon Romero, the scenarist, is a
free spirit who indulges in gay
suspenders and garlic.
Barry Norton, a leader in the group, says that America has art, but does not appreciate it.
to start a gay Sunday outing! The policeman made straight for the driver, who was wearing his most guileless expression.
"I just want to warn you to be careful," began the officer, in a soft, ingratiating voice. "You are driving too fast. I want you to have a good time, make whoopee, hut drive a little slower. We are all together," he concluded gently, "and 1 want you to enjoy yourself, hut just he careful."
1 le shook hands twice with the men in the car. who apologetically promised obedience to the law. Miss smiles and grateful thank-, and the four
Vallon and I bestowed upon him our
A few more reproving words in that benevolent tone
of us would have wept on his shoulder.
"He's drunk," said Barry, laughing, as we went on our way.
Drunk he was, alas !
Later we told the gang about the incident, describing the officer's dulcet voice.
"I'll bet he's practicing for the talkies." said Ramon Romero. the scenarist. "I was arrested on a traffic charge not long ago," he continued. "When I told the judge how it happened, he took pity on me and let me off without a line. As 1 left the court I was thinking bow lucky I was. and absentmindedly picked up the judge's hat and wore it away. When I discovered the mistake. I was afraid