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Texas Guinan, above, center, is the star of the picture appropriately entitled "Queen of the Night Clubs."
Texas Guinan Pans Hollywood
Peeved because of the snubs administered by the movie colony, the famous night club hostess interrupts her labors in a Vitaphone picture to call Hollywood provincial, jealous, discontented — and other things.
By A* L. Wooldridge
SO now, poor, provincial old Los Angeles in general and Hollywood in particular, you're going to get yours. Texas Guinan, after a few weeks in your midst, will orate. And when "Tex" orates, something usually pops.
The night-club hostess reached Hollywood a little while ago amid the blare of horns, the ballyhoo of press agents and the hum of an inquisitive throng. Wearing about a million dollars' worth of pearls, diamonds, and night-club gems, she climbed down from a Pullman to meet a score of outstretched arms.
"Howdy, folks ?" she called. "How's everybody? Gee, it's great to be back where I got my start ! Hcll-oh, H on-ey ! Gosh, you're looking fine ! Howdy, Bud! You look just like Abraham Lincoln— he didn't shave, either. Hello, Al ! How's the mammy's boy? Muh gawd, isn't that sunshine tumble?"
She shoved her hat aft a trifle, gathered a few yards of pearls into a more compact mass, and bestowed a kiss on every one.
"Isn't this wonderful !" she exclaimed. "Why, when I left here last time — hello, Harry, how's the wife and kid? — I didn't have but one shirtwaist to my name. Howdy, Bill ! How we've
missed you in li'le ol' New York ! Did they know you were there ? Won't those policemen be lonely now ? And the censor in Philadelphia — I was there once in a state of coma. He came to the station to see me off. He wanted to be s,ure I was going. Gawsh, it's great to be back in this old land of flowers ! Hello, Tom ! How's the lad from the great open spaces? Say, isn't this sun awf ul?"
They swept her into a waiting automobile placarded with a huge "Welcome" sign.
"Give the little girl a hand !" shouted some one, borrowing the famous Guinan slogan. Then they handed her a huge hand made of papier-mache, into which she slipped her own, and waved greetings and kisses as the automobile sped away.
Texas Guinan was back where she first tried her wings, ten, eleven, twelve years ago. What a glorious reception to the keen-minded, wise-cracking girl who had left southern California but little known, and made New York sit up and take notice ! And now — well, the old home-town must give her her due.
It was a good-enough reception at the train, all right, but the great whoopee to follow in her honor, somehow went into a tail spin. The mayor refused to attend a testimonial
dinner. The fash"Why doesnt jonab,e Breakfast Holly w o o d r., , ... . to' live?" asks Miss Club politely deGuinan. clined the use of its