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N Easter morning I stood beneath a copper placque bearing the inscription, Rodolfo Guglielmi Valentino, 18954926. About me were laid shelf upon shelf, the dead. Easter lillies bloomed and within the marble walls of the crypt there was a sweetness of blossoms.
Closing my eyes, it seemed only yesterday that they brought his body down the narrow aisle, through the crush of mourners and the curious.
And but another yesterday removed, I saw him in neat tweeds, hatless upon the green lawn of the studio, holding in his gloved hand the leash of a straining dog.
Rudolph Valentino — his name still quickens. Almost 300 people a day, day in and day out, ask for the location of the marble lined cell in which the body of the actor rests. Last winter, when the state was full of visitors, 1400 persons made the request in one day.
The caretaker told me that 40 visitors from Australia, whose around the world ship was in Los Angeles Harbor, came seeking Valentino's tomb only i few days ago.
Some are timid about asking. One woman sought the location of crypt No. 1200. Valentino rests in 1199. She would not confess the name of the person whose crypt she wished to see.
This modern apartment house for the dead holds all that is mortal of Barbara La Marr; Virginia Richdale Kerrigan, daughter of Wallace Kerrigan; the father and mother of June Mathis; Fred J. Talmadge, father of Norma and Constance and Natalie; and William C. Deane — Tanner (the murdered William Taylor).
By Martin Martin
And Hollywood remembered its dead on Easter morning. Many film stars came to leave flowers and to pause for a moment before one of these crypts. They came in sincere tribute and would not want their names mentioned. When they had gone their flowers remained, hundreds of blossoms.
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Strangely enough the death of Valentino brought to Hollywood his family which, except for a brief visit of his brother, remained in Italy while he was alive.
I was talking to Alberto Guglielmi, the other day. He tells me that he still plans to erect a vault for Valentino, but must await money from the estate. Debts were so many that Valentino's beneficiaries will only receive their share of the estate after the returns from his pictures start to come in. Alberto Guglielmi expects to be in Hollywood for a long time. His wife has come from Italy to join him.
Valentino's sister also was here recently . . . .may still be ... I have never met her.
Meanwhile, George Ullman, the late star's manager, is gathering the Valentino Memorial Fund for the establishment of a permanent memorial of some sort.
Harry Langdon can teil you how fast good news travels. A month ago he received a letter from two little boys in New York's East Side, asking for
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