Picture-Play Magazine (1936)

inued from pa D OBABLY Garbo aughing, e sort of thing that • j her sense of h_ A crowd brec Faye alight from a roadster on H wood Boulevard and enter a music store. In the crowd, unre I and e rest of us, was Greta, three bt iges whic "iselves formed an effec In order to catch a mpse of :he disappeared into shop, bowing Greta freely. Evidently Greta didn't mind. She strode off chuckling. (^Y-E of the unhappiest of old-time stars was exotic, temperamental Jetta Goudal, once described as "thin:nd vinegary." To-day, as Mrs. Harold Grieve, Jetta is becomingly plump and jolly. She hasn't a care in the world except to improve her tennis game. Last time we saw her she was squealing with laughter because she had learned the knack of volleying. Watching her with a look that might indicate envy was our own Katharine Hepburn. Could Katie have been w'shing she, too, might drop her burden of pretenses? A GIRL carrying a brief case stopped Fred Astaire. With an utterly expressionless face she recited, 'Mr. Astaire, I've always admired On and Off the Set your acting. You re my favoyou please autograph a photo I ve jred for months, awa op portunity? " Briskly she opened her brief case. In it were at least a hundred photos of stars in alphabetical folders. She found Astaire's between portraits of Jean Arthur and Mary Astor. "Lady," chuc' signature you single me o WHILE on. eral Died at Dawn, Cooper and Madeleine Carroll invited Lee Tung Foo and three other Chinese members of the cast to dinner. In deference to their guests they sleered the party to an Oriental restaurant. Gary and Madeleine ordered Chinese food. The Chinese actors, who politely insisted on ordering last, selected such American dishes as ham and eggs, liver and bacon, and steak. Incidentally, Gary has learned twenty-seven Chinese words. He takes mischievous delight in practicing their use on long-suffering friends. ALL actresses wear false eyelashes while working but Joan Blondell's are probably the longest. Recently a friend commented on their luxuriant growth. "Yes," said Joan, "they grow like mad from nine to five every day and then they sort of droop and fall June Knight is a modern sun worshiper. Her play suit is of gay-colored chintz. The large hat has lots of brim — but is minus a crown. off — like a morning glory. And, it's funniest thing, the days I work they don't grow at TOM BROWN has become quit-: He has been c few months. "How'd you ever gc • :' place? " some asked. : voice : Brov. Ted. D BAKER, erstwhile sto: as one by the name of Joe Plotsky. He does nol I or ders from Benny. Introducing a girl re ienny so' nice girl. You take your hat c; her." So Joe lifted his hat and stood there holding it above his he Benny told him to put it back — which is being what you might ca a disciplined stooge. ^ARY CROSBY, the three-year-old son, inherits Bing's and D Norman Taurog, the rotund dire is a close friend of the fan' y. A few days ago he called. "Hello, Gay," he greeted the youngster. Gary eyed him disapprovi"Hello, blimp," he drawled. OARY COOPER, now playing The General Died at Da. says they're going to have to change the name and kill the genera afternoon. Gary can't dawn. /^AN it be that Hollywood s pen: for conspicuousness has got he our old friend, Irvin S. Cobb? C it merely that he doesn't care? He appeared, one heo Monica department store sombrero, black vel\ ■ and a knee-length white smock sized pearl buttons. The spectacle of Cobb in such an outfit would g pause — and we're difficult to c after ail these years in He The town of Santa Monica, we are paused almost as one man and I at. "T1 IE John Mack Browns celebrated their tenth — fin — wedding anr sary the other day. Jeanette MacDonold and Gene Raymond wer> to assist them in the celebratic much deliberation as to a