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Sketchbook
wood, sketched by a former leading the wittiest and most delightful ings and doings of picture people.
Manners
"Oh, how perfectly lovely looking she is. She looks so" — I thought she was fishing for "fascinating," "intriguing," "beautiful," or "sophisticated" — "so sad." I don't know that she looked sad so much as she looked a little weary.
Mildred, looking like a big doll all in blue, was waving a fan as large as herself and greeting other guests including Leatrice Joy, Claire Windsor, Ruth Roland, Jobyna Ralston, Mrs. Clarence Brown, Vilma Banky, Eileen Percy, and Mrs. Samuel Goldwyn.
Just as I was leaving, I heard some one say, "I've got to get home and cook my husband some scallops. My husband just loves scallops."
It was Windsor the magnificent. Claire is a lovely
lady on the screen, but just a wife to Bert Lytell. 3s ^ ^
The young millionaire, Harry Crocker, who came down from San Francisco to embark on a career of close-ups, is now Charlie Chaplin's assistant. Harry is one of the most popular men in Hollywood. He is witty, clever, and thoughtful, not to mention healthy, wealthy, and wise. He makes Charlie roar with laughter. Recently, some one asked Harry if he danced the Charleston.
"I don't," said Mr. Crocker. "I think it is a very vulgar dance, and I shall continue to think so" ■ — with unexpected dignity — "until I learn to do it."
Just a Double.
I don't know whether this is true of you or not ■ — but I am one of those persons who are always reminding people of somebody else. Instead of saying, "How do you do ?" when they meet me, they say, "Pardon me for laughing, but your resemblance to Luther's wife is simply funny!" It isn't always Luther's wife. Sometimes it is Carrie's daughter. Or Bud's sister. Or even Mabel herself.
To young men for whom I might form a slight sentimental attachment, I am always bringing up memories of other girls they used to know — in the way I laugh, or in the refined way I chew my gum or something.
It's a dog's life.
As near as I can make out, I bear a striking resemblance to ever) brunette any one has ever known — the universal type. Every now and then, though, something nice comes of it. For instance, there are people in this town who swear they cannot tell me from Kathleen Key.
There is bound to be a rather marked resemblance there, because something funny is always coming up about it.
Claire Windsor, at the left, had to hurry away from Mildred Davis Lloyd's tea in order to get home and cook scallops for her husband.
One day, at Warner Brothers' studio, Walter McGrail saw Kathleen crossing the lot, and veiled, "Wait a minute, Dorothy !"
She sailed right by him. Walter didn't speak to me for a week.
In a cafe, recently, a girl called, "Hello!" to me.
I had never seen her before, so I bowed rather indifferently.
She said, "Get down off that high horse, Katie — you can't ritz me I"
I told her I wasn't Katie — that Katie was on the other side of the room.