Picture Play Magazine (Sep 1926 - Feb 1927)

51 Teacups York, turns around and goes straight her home near the stars and studios. Bystander We certainly did see one, -and Hedda should be awarded some sort of victory medal for getting the tickets. The play "Gentlemen Prefer Blondes," made from Anita Loos' book, is the biggest stage hit that Chicago has ever known, and getting tickets for it requires as much influence as it does money. Fortunately, Hedda knew the producer. Also, June Walker, the "blonde" of the play, has been a great friend of hers ever since the long season they played together in "Six-Cylinder Love," and that fact, combined with her natural wiles and pocketbook, made it possible for her to get tickets. We were as hilarious over the play as though we had never read the gorgeous lines in the book. The only circumstance that marred a perfect day was the thought that Universal couldn't buy the screen rights to the play for Laura La Plante. Famous Players already owned them. "If only Famous Players could borrow Laura !" remarked Fanny. "She would be ideal as Lorelei Lee, but I suppose it's too much to hope for." The rest of the trip was comparatively uneventful. Hedda's young son and a crowd of her friends were at Pasadena to meet her, but nothing could induce Fanny to leave the train until she reached Los Angeles. She really should have gone with Hedda to console her when she heard bad news. It seems that Hedda had bought a pretentious new car just before leaving for New York, her asthmatic old Ford having been stolen. But even the auto bandits could find no use for her Ford— they had returned it, amid hearty laughter £rom the insurance agent. Arrived in Hollywood, Fanny located an apartment — that is, Colleen Moore's mother located one for her. Just why she goes through the formality of having a home of her own, when she is always at Colleen's or Alma Rubens', I don't know. I suppose it is to have some place for me to bury myself in and answer her phone calls. Every time that I run into Fanny at the Montmartre or any other place — as though there were any other place at which to run into people in Hollywood — she gasps over the discovery of another old friend among her neighbors. "Who do you think is living just around the corner?" she asked the other day, and went right on before I could say "Bull" Montana. "Edna Murphy and Gertrude Olmsted! At least, Gertrude was living there until the other day, when she dashed off to Santa Barbara and married Bob Leonard. Edna won't have time to get lonesome, though. She is making a series of Western pictures, which Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer are going to release, and her working hours are from about the crack of dawn until late in the afternoon. "I'll never complain again of a simple girl of the great open spaces wearing silk stockings in pictures. I met Edna in a store on Hollywood Boulevard the other day, Claire Windsor was not very enthusiastic over having to wear plain wartime clothes in "Tin Hats." just before closing time, trying to buy lisle or cotton stockings. She had been searching for hours, and evidently there isn't such a thing to be had in Hollywood stores. The salesgirls superciliously remarked that there was no call for such things but that they would condescend to order some if Edna really wanted them. Unfortunately, Edna needed them the very next day. I suggested that she cut the sleeves out of a jersey blouse, but Edna didn't seem to think that she would care for anything so bulky. Ungrateful ! I hope they make her go barefoot ! "Oh, yes, and have you seen Madeline Hurlock? She lives just over on the next street — that is, if you call it living, to spend about twenty hours a day out at the Senuett studio. Madeline and I never get a chance to talk except over the telephone, and if I don't talk to Madeline, how am I to keep up with new books and fashions ? We are about to defy the conventions of Hollywood and go out to dinner together unescorted. That's a funny thing about Hollywood — girls gather together at luncheon in public places or at night in their homes, but