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month I p: ised to tell the secret of a girl — the secret that's burning in my soul to tell. But I can't, I simply can't! I am still sworn to secrecy, even though I know, a whole lot more about it in o w than I did then. Yessir, I even know the date and the time of day, but I'm not even permit
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({Rudolph Valentino and Vilma Ban\y. his new leading woman for "The Lone Eagle."
-Kathleen Key can hardly hear her master's voice because of the pleading and coaxing of the ocean.
ted to give you a hint. I can't say if she's blonde or brunette; I can't hint at any pic' ture she's been in lately, and I can't think of saying what studio she works at. I promised faithfully. But next month — oh, next month I may be able to coax or scare or plead her into letting me tell about it. She's so pretty and sweet, and my soul is aching to let the cat out of the bag. However, I may add that I am not referring to Marion Nixon and Joe Benjamin!
Irene Rich has struc\ pay dirt at Warner's. But this is Irene in her garden.
I'M trying to find out the trouble on the Fox lot ("lot" in Hollywood means "studio"). They're getting things all twisted around over there. Lou Tellegen, hero, has turned into Lou Tellegen, villain, and Walter McGrail, villain, has wiggled around into Walter McGrail, hero. Looks kind of suspicious to me, but I'm going to stick around just the same. Some day the "atmosphere" after my name might somehow or other squirm around into "star." Funnier things than that happen in Hollywood!
Nobody can say that Ann Pennington didn't try to be a cowgirl— I'll vouch for that. And of course some day she may be, but just now it reads about seven-eighths — in fact, all but the boots. Ann has the hat, the shirt, the skirt and the spurs, but the shoes — aye, there's the rub. As Nora O'Shea would say, "It's a complimint that I'm thinking it is to you," because Ann's feet are so tiny that all the boots in Hollywood and Los Angeles are too big to fit her little foot. Boots aren't made that small except by special request, and Ann has to wait until the boot-maker can make her some real "westerns."
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