Screenland (Dec 1927-Apr 1928)

76 SCREENLAND y4mbassadoi^ r L/os Angeles "Beyond Criticism" SAMUEL UNTERMEYER one of the most eminent attorneys and financiers in America, writes "The Ambassador is one of the most luxurious places in the world in which to live. The promptness and courtesy of the management, the beauty and comfort of the appointments, and the efficiency of the service, are beyond criticism." Noted men and women from every part of the world select the Ambassador not only because of the high character of its appointments and service but also the wide diversity of its attractions. They include: Superb, 27-acre park, with miniature golf course and open-air plunge. Riding, hunting and all sports, including privileges of Rancho Golf Club. Motion picture theatre and 25 smart shops within the hotel. Dancing nightly to the music of the famous CocoaIrl nut Grove orchestra. Write for Chef's 'Booklet of California Recipes and Information. BEN. L. FRANK <JManager mm* Jean Hersholfs Party Continued from page 37 "Oh, well," she retorted, "men always think women are their slaves anyhow!" Leah was dressed in a silver-cloth gown, tight-fitting and cut away at one side to reveal silver-cloth trousers, also tight-fitting. She looked very lovely and very vampirish. Arthur Beck, Leah's husband, wore a handsome long Mandarin coat. Earle Foxe is out of comedies now — and says he never was so glad to escape from the 'comedy relief in his life! — but he wore a Pierrot costume, pointed hat and all, and his wife, who isn't in pictures, but who stays at home and takes care of their son like a good little homekeeper, looked charming as Bo-Peep. "Didn't I tell you?" demanded Patsy. Here's Mrs. Foxe dressed as Bo-Peep, when, if ever there was • a gadabout, it was Bo-Peep, losing her sheep and having to trail them and all!" Ralph Lewis said he thought he was disguised enough in his evening clothes, after wearing all those engineer, mail-carrier, firemen and other sorts of workingmen clothes, so he didn't bother to put on a fancy costume; and Vera Lewis, who is playing in D. W. Griffith's picture, doing a Spanish part, wore her screen costume, saying that she was saving money that way! Louis Moomaw's serious, earnest face looked out above a clown costume. Moomaw, by the way, has just come from Alaska, where he has spent many months making a picture. Anders Randolf plucked off a little comedy relief for himself by wearing a tramp make-up, very funny, and he turned out to be the real comedian of the evening. Mel Brown, the director, wore an orchestra leader's costume, with little goatee, and we hardly knew him even unmasked. He carried his violin, but said that he couldn't play for us, because his G-string was broken! Dave Upright was a fascinating Robin Hood, and sang for us in his splendid voice songs about nut-brown ale, which may be taboo in fact, but which can still be glorified musically, it seems. After supper we went into the garden, which is a most picturesque place, with its little nooks, its fountain, roses and lawn. There is a lovely summer house, with cushions on its seats, the last word in Luxury, but it was, as Patsy remarked, just too terribly light with the electrics all about. "But little Jean is growing up," suggested Patsy, "and will probably remedy all that." The big tables being removed from the den, we went back there to find a Hawaiian orchestra holding forth lustily, and everybody danced, except those who preferred card playing. These latter included Ralph Lewis and Vera, who danced one dance together and then became absorbed in bridge. Patsy decided, along about 2 o'clock, that she needed some beauty sleep, but Jean Hersholt exclaimed — "Why, you're going to stay to breakfast with us, aren't you?" However, we didn't, but trailed homeward, leaving the party still going strong. "Prepare to be vamped and revamped!" exclaimed Patsy to George O'Hara. who was having tea with Patsy and me in her lovely rose garden. "Why?" asked George. "We're all invited to a Lorelei party, which Mai St. Clair, the director, is giving for Ruth Taylor, who plays Lorelei in Gentlemen Prefer Blondes, and for Alice White, who plays the lively Dorothy in that work of art." When we entered, we found Alice White dancing a tango with Lige Conley, who was taking it very seriously. "That music always makes me feel serious," he explained when he had finished. Alice did an impromptu Spanish dance very beautifully, and then a lively Black Bottom. Alice is a brilliant little wise-cracker, pretty, charming, and altogether delightful. She had come with Victor Fleming, to whom some people say she is engaged. We asked her. and she admitted that she was quite crazy about Victor, but that as yet there was no formal engagement. "I shouldn't be a bit surprised," said Patsy, "if they would go off and get married without ever having been engaged! It would be just like them." Mai St. Clair is a great host, and his wife is a great hostess, and so everybody enjoyed himself . and herself hugely. Don Alvarado was there with his lovely wife, Ann. Don had just had a big success in Carmen, but it doesn't seem to have gone to his head in the least, nor to have made him the least little bit less attentive to Ann, to whom, and to his little son, he is most devoted. Micky Neilan's old orchestra was playing. They have given themselves some high-sounding name now, but I always remember them as they appeared on Micky's set, clad in old sweaters or in their shirtsleeves, and wearing old funny looking hats, but discoursing the sweetest music that ever made a film heroine shed real tears. While Alice was dancing, her pet monkey, a tiny Marmoset, which she carries everywhere with her, in her sleeve or her satin shopping bag, stuck its head out of the latter, and squeaked, whereupon Alice picked it up, fed it a nut from the dining room table, and petted it, after which it curled up and went to sleep in the velvet sleeve of her dress. Madeline Hurlock was there, looking lovely as usual, and there were the Baroness and Baron Pongranz. The Baron is working in Gentlemen Prefer Blondes. We naturally expected that his wife would not be able to speak a word of English, and regretting it because she is just too beautiful, when she spoke up in a perfectly good middle-west . accent. She is an American girl, who met the Baron abroad and married him. Chester Conklin added to the gaiety of nations by singing a funny song, and Montagu Love sat beside us on the sofa and related some of his funny experiences, because, being a picture villain, he simply must have his light moments, he says. "I do hope," said Patsy, as we drove away, "that that darling Mrs. St. Clair has put us on her permanent guest list."