Picture-Play Magazine (Mar-Aug 1926)

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26 The Sketchbook Daniels. Eddie Sutherland, Cleo Ridgely, Eileen Percy, Rose Doner, Katherine Grant, Sally and Sue O'Neill, and others, were glimpsed in the crowd. A little girl named Martha Sleeper introduced the prize Fashion novelty of the evening — a bell anklet that jingled when she Charlestoned. Another young lady was adorned with an artificial-flower ornament that turned out to be a powder puff. Try that on your sorority. Every thing considered, it was a very large evening. Alice Calhoun and her mother are turning their newhome in the fashionable Wilshire district into a rendezvous for young musicians. Both Alice and Mrs. Calhoun are extraordinarily interested in promising young students, and an evening spent there is as charming as a typical Galsworth} salon. There are delicious things to eat and there are pianists, singers, and violinists to listen to. There are soft lights and softer lounges. And then there is Alice. Alice in pink taffeta with a bouffant skirt; Alice in soft gray with clinging panels; Alice in black with a lace collar always very feminine, Photo by C. Heiehton Monroe Alice Calhoun is turning her new home into a rendezvous for young musicians. She is very charming. him the other night, and 'I've got a tront-row Bebe Daniels' morning riding parties are becoming an institution. Bebe and her crowd take brisk trots through Griffith Park every Sunday, returning to the Daniels home in time for a delightful buffet luncheon. I don't know what Kathleen Clifford and Norman Kerry and Lilyan Tashman and Eddie Lowe will do when Bebe goes back East. Eddie Sutherland had a housewarming recently. Now, Eddie had taken a place that you needed a compass, a map, and a blood Bebe Daniels' Sundaymorning riding parties, ending with a buffet luncheon at her home, are becoming an institution. hound to find. His guests wandered about for hours trying to locate it. Eddie didn't know this. He thought they had forgotten about the party or something. "If they don't come in a little while," he grieved, looking over his table set for ten, "I'm going to call the Service Bureau to send out eight welldressed extras to eat this food." Happy ending : They came — the guests, I mean, not the extras. Philosophy. There is a stock question out here that you put to any one who is white and not hopelessly maimed. It is, "Why don't you go into the movies?" The answers vary. Some people snort contemptuously, and others honestly admit that it is because they can't get in. But I got a rather surprising reply the other night from "Prof" Moore, who syncopates the orchestra at Montmartre for a lot of money a week — also for the fun of it. Prof being a nice-looking boy with "it," a lot of people, including tourists, are always asking him why he doesn't go in. I asked this was his answer : seat for all the fun — and all the grief, too," he philosophized. "I see them when they're happy and then when things aren't going so well. I've been father confessor to more hard-luck stories than any one in Hollywood. To-day they have contracts and tomorrow the} haven't. So I thought, 'Well, Prof , you've got yours comi n g in steadily every week. That's something.' " "You bet it's something," said Miss Manners, speaking from experience. She had been an actress herself. When we had shaken hands on that one. Prof went back and played that ditty beJ ginning, "Let it rain, let it pour." He should worry. He's got a rain check. Continued on page 108