Screenland (May–Oct 1925)

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Charlie Chaplin was there, too, and kept a bunch of guests amused with his magic feats. Kathleen Key came in with her Spanish bullfighter admirer, Paul Ellis. Of course he isn't a bull'fighter now, but he was formerly. He is in pictures at present. "I couldn't keep on with the profession of bull-fighting,'" he explained. "It is too cruel." "So now," Patsy remarked, "you're working with it." Harry Carey invited Patsy and me out to his ranch to a big barbecue party the other day. Harry just positively revives the old Spanish hospitality, and you could imagine, away off there in that big lonely valley — which Harry seems to own almost entirely — and with those Navajo Indians about who work for him, that you were back in the days of the Spanish dons. Not even, as Patsy justly said, could little 'Dobe Carey, Harry's four-year-old son, who has fiery red hair, spoil the illusion. There is a ranch house, with a great living room running clear through it to an open fireplace, and with wide verandahs running across the whole front of the house, fitted out with big chairs and rustic swings. This C[ This business of being a movie star is not so easy. Patsy Ruth Miller risking her nec\ with the aid of Monte Blue in "Red Hot Tires." flanks a wide lawn, and beyond the lawn is a big dance platform furnished with a piano, while away down the road is a large s-vimming pool. The two Carey children have Navajo squaw nurses, and the little girl speaks more Navajo than she does English. Little Adobe goes swimming with the Navajos, but they refuse to swim with anybody else among the white folks. Everybody at the party was turned loose to ride horseback or swim in the big swimming pool, or to dance on the big outdoor platform to the music of a colored jaw band, or, in between jazz pieces, to the music of the piano played by some guest. That piano must be acclimated, for it wears only a rubber coat in rainy weather. One charm of the party was that all the generations that could possibly be alive were represented at that party. There were grandmas and little children and all the in-betweens. One slight accident marred the day. We were all sitting on the verandah with the children playing on the lawn, when we heard a scream. A belated Fourth of July fire-cracker had exploded in a little girl's hand and set her clothing afire. Harry Carey became a quick-thinking hero at that moment. Down he dashed, tearing his coat off as he went, and wrapped the child in it, instantly smothering the flames. Only one of her little hands was slightly burned. Lionel Barrymo-re came along for a few minutes, but he had an ulcerated tooth, and explained he had merely come those seventy miles to let Harry know that he couldn'c come to the party! We offered him everything in the world for his toothache, but he wanted just to be alone with it. Even Ann Cornwall's^ smile and Trilby Clark's profile didn't seem to do him any good. Robert Edeson was there with his new wife. She is a South American, pretty, and very sweet. We supposed that maybe she couldn't speak a word of English, but it turned out that she could, and she said that she didn't care a thing for a career — she just adored her home. Which must be a rest to dear Bob, who has been tossed about on the matrimonial sea until one wonders how he ever had any courage left to sail another bark. Kathleen Key arrived with one of her Italian admirers, but went off horseback riding with him, returning at a wild, reckless gallop. She tried to fake a runaway, I think, but Harry Carey kidded her, and she admitted that she hadn't been a bit afraid. The Navajo Indians danced for us, — a weird medicine dance, calculated, as Patsy declared, either to kill or cure. If you were well enough to get up and go away from there, you certainly would; and if you couldn't, why there was the sweetness of oblivion for you anyway. Dinner was served on long benches from a chuck wagon, with Windy River Bill Smith, the famous cowboy cook, presiding over the feast as chief. I used to meet Windy River Bill over on the Tom Mix ranch, and long years have made him about the best cook in the world. A hundred chickens had been cooked for the dinner, with other things corresponding. Later on during the festivities, Bill put on a fresh collar and joined the party to dance with the guests! He is nearly as good a dancer as he is cook, too. After dinner, when we came back to the house, I found Doris Anderson, who writes scenarios, blooming out in an evening dress. I asked her where she got it, and she said that Mrs. Carey had given it to her. Mrs. Carey came around just then with an offer of evening dresses for all the girls who cared to don them. Isn't that just the last word in the book on 'How To Be A Hostess?' When we left, the moonlight was flooding the valley, with the quiet, brooding hills and their mysterious, restful shadows sending forth a sort of serene blessing to u; humans. "Let's go in swimming!" Peter B. Kyne was calling to Ann Cornwall, — it was eleven o'clock then, — -and Mrs. Carey produced bathing suits from somewhere, which a dozen guests went into the bedrooms to don. We saw them coming forth and heard their gay voices as they sallied to the swimming pool. "It seems almost as though Mrs. Carey is so generous a hostess that some good fairy has endowed her with magic powerfor providing for her guests!" exclaimed Patsy. "Just imagine all those bathing suits in this cow country!"