Picture-Play Magazine (Sep 1928 - Feb 1929)

58 anhattan Photo by Witzel Buck Jones doesn't like New York, and left it as soon as he could. y\ EMEMBER," says Texas Guinan, all tricked out |C for luncheon in a black-lace evening gown and a picture hat, "it's Hollywood Em going to, not Atlanta." The night clubs' most conspicuous member bade Broadway a brief farewell at the instigation of Warner Brothers, who have signed her to appear in "Queen of the Night Clubs," her first film in many moons. A luncheon at Sardi's sent her upon her shadowy way, and the press gathered in her honor to "give the little girl a great, big hand." Nothing, says Miss Guinan — not even Holfywood ducats ■ — can tempt her to abandon her of her heart — the Sue Carol arrived in town at ten a. m., and left for Europe at four in the afternoon. allegiance to the dar night club. "I should really pay the people who come to my night club, instead of giving them bills. I'm always the one who gets the most fun out of the evening." For, you see. to the vivacious Miss The New Yorker's view of things cinematic in the East. Guinan spangles and diamonds are as essential as the cincture and coif to the cloistered nun. Miss Guinan has found her vocation in the midnight revels of the butter-and-egg man, and she is as devoted to her art as the most devout neophyte. ; Fairly bursting with enthusiasm and joic dc v'wre, Miss Guinan regards the night club not as a mere task, but as a huge and delectable lark. It's one continuous party at which she plays hostess, and the world is her guest — the sophisticated, pleasure-loving, gilded world. Her constant tilts with the authorities do but add zest to the evening's spree, and though the law is her enemy all Broadway is her friend. "What harm are we doing to any one?" asks Miss Guinan, as the jazz band plays and the glasses clink. "I'll tell the world we're just having a good time, a wow of a good time. If you don't like it, you don't have to be there. It's a darn sight better than sitting in the parlor, ripping your neighbor up the back, and a darn sight more fun." And though the authorities quibble and the Puritans object, Miss Guinan laughs defiantly and cries, "Come on, kid, do your stuff !" Her Hollywood sojourn will interrupt, but never interfere with, her permanent manipulation of "the nightclub game," says Miss Guinan. The Boy from the Circus. Step this way, ladies and gentlemen ! The show is just beginning! You pays your money and you takes 3>-our choice ! Allow me to introduce to you Mr. Joe E. Brown, late of the circus, now of Hollywood. He's an agile little fellow, who has been hurtled about from one trapeze to another since he was twelve years old. He didn't have enough to eat then, but he was too proud to go home and be pointed out as the boy who couldn't make good with a circus ! Why, the circus is second home to any boy with a soul — a real boy's soul. And though they beat him, and starved him and bullied him, Joe E. Brown stuck to the show business until he was a headliner in his own right. He's been a hit on Broadway, too, and was offered Fred Stone's role in a new revue, after the recent airplane catastrophe, but he prefers Hollywood. Why? Because, it's gay and bright and lucrative ? No, because it's secure and healthful and spacious, and a fine place to bring up a fine pair of boys. "We've missed enough of our boys' youth already," he explains, "and now my wife and I have a chance to be with them, and if pictures will stick to us, we certainly are going to stick to them."