Picture Play Magazine (Sep 1921 - Feb 1922)

The Wildest Day in Hollywood 25 said the ' said I, bag After young Miss Moffet had served us ale and cheese we staggered outside, where the One-and-Only was being raffled off. The One-and-Only is a volume of original manuscripts from forty-five famous authors. Among the renowned literati who contributed are Perley Poore Sheehan, Paderewski, Bayard Veiller, Judge Ben Lindsay, Upton Sinclair, Douglas Fairbanks, and Charlie Chaplin. I was wishing George Jean Nathan could have been there. He would have mortgaged his cellar to get that classic. But I refused to take a chance because Ring and Fitz hadn't been counted in. "Only a dollar !" pleaded the ballyhoo. "I'd like to read what Paderewski wrote,' Lady Who Does Not Care. "Ya, and you'd probably want to play it refusing to grasp the hint. "I wonder if Doug Fairbanks put any of his 'Laugh and Live' in it?" continued the Lady, who does not give up easily. "I dunno," said I. "But I can laugh and live a darned sight better if I don't read it. And as for what Charlie Chaplin's press agent wrote, I read his last fiction about Charlie being burned and it was too morbid for my happy temperament." "Only a dollar !" Samantha Allen heaved forward with hand hoisted. "How many copies for the dollar?" she inquired. When informed that she was buying only a chance, Samantha hauled down the purse and said she'd wait until the Poultry Journal put it in a clubbing offer. The Lady Who Does Not Care scornfully remarked that she bet old Samantha never read anything but the books by Sears-Roebuck and an occasional seed catalogue. I knew the jab was meant for me, but I swore Ld rather buy a dollar's worth of hot dogs than the same amount of literature. A lot of others seemed to be feeling the same, because the lottery had to be continued after the festival. Eventually, however, the book brought five thousand dollars, which is only a trifle more than I spent giving my friends copies of "This Side of Paradise." "Come right in and dance with your favorite movie star for ten cents," whispered a barker in my ear. It was the actors' dancing pavilion, but the only movie star I saw around was Kala Pasha and I didn't think I'd get a thrill shimmying with Kala. So we moved on to where Bill Russell was bellowing for Dan Frohman's "The Triangle." Every thirty seconds the cast changed, players being drafted from those who patronized. I saw the show put on by Bert Lytell, Robert Edeson, Lois Wilson, Rubye de Remer, Herbert Rawlinson, Walter MacGrail, Aimee Torriania, Eileen Percy, and several other Barrymores and Bernhardts of the dumb drama. The Lady Who Does Not Care performed five different times before her dramatic thirst had been quenched and we could go outside to viev/ the track events. Antonio Moreno in his cootie roadster was to race Tod Sloan 'vn big fliv, but Tod didn't show up. Undaimtec . Tony raced alone, then donated his pet car to te raffled off for the fund. There was a wild-West rodeo in which Douglas Fairbanks, Dustin Farnum, Will Rogers, "Hoot" Gibson, Roy S':ev/art, Antonio Moreno, Bill Hart, "Buck" Jones, Harry Carey, and Jack Holt were supposed to participate under the direction of Tom Mix. I didn't see it, but it may have taken place while I was watching the Lady, lest she light-finger some of the embroidery in Mrs. Ray's booth or gamble away her savings of a lifetime on the numerous lotteries. While thus engaged I espied the mercantile Ann Forrest charging the crowd again, this time swinging p, batik wrapper. "Fits any figger !" screamed Ann. "Fifty cents a chance !" Stuart Holmes won it. Just as the excitement was dying out we were assaulted by newsgirls shouting, "Extra ! Extra ! Nazimova kidnaped !" I hastily purchased a paper, which proved to be Tlie Spotlight, with screamer headlines that would do credit to William Randolph Hearst. The big story, of course, was the kidnaping of Alia by Daniel Frohman, who had been seen with the struggling young Russian actress lying across the pommel of his motor cycle as he sped for his retreat in Laurel Canon. Another head carried the news that Pauline Frederick had applied for police protection against herself. Pauline had called up headquarters and said she had the peculiar feeling that she was going to remarry Willard Mack and she wanted the cops to come right out and stop her. The paper stated that a cordon of braves had been placed about the Frederick cote with orders to stop any suspicious-looking party who might be carrying a marriage license on his hip. The sun was slinking behind Dick Ferris' harem — probably with Olive Alcorn, the shapely danseuse — v/hen the Lady Who Does Not Care declared she would perish if she didn't have a hot dog. Colleen Moore arrived with a tray just in time to check the death rattle. The moon came out at last with a signal to bring on the women, and the night spectacle, "The Eternal jF'\iinine," a vision of The Adornment of Woman and thc| Awakening of Romance was staged in the cer<:er of the Continubv* on puge 108 For further details concerning how Colleen Moore was pressed into service at the wild-West tavern, see Fannv the Fan.