Screenland (May-Oct 1928)

SCREEN LAND 89 which must mean a great deal to her geniusy husband. We left quite late, but not yet was our delightful Sunday finished, as we were due at Henry Kolker's house, where he and his perfectly adorable wife were giving an after-theater supper part) for Joseph Schildkraut and his wife, Elise Bartlett. The Kolkers live on the side of a Hollywood hill, and after we had ascended the winding stairway to their picturesque house, we found Joseph Schildkraut and Elise sitting on the broad bench before the fire in the huge fire-place of the living room, chatting with some other guests. We knew that Mario Carillo was there somewhere, and presently his voice sounded from the dining room above, calling us up to eat the spaghetti which he had a reputation for knowing how to make better than anybody else in Hollywood. He learned to cook in the Italian army, he told us. We sat about the table and listened to Carillo's stories of the time when he was in command of French and Italian soldiers down in Egypt. One story he told us con' cerned a certain outlaw bandit sheik, who was making a great deal of trouble, robbing and killing on the desert. Carillo, who was Captain, caught him once and was about to despatch him after a trial, when orders came from Cairo that he was to be allowed to go, as he was really a friend of the government. "I told him, though, if I ever caught him again, it was goodnight," said Carillo. "And he impudently replied that if he got the drop on me, it was to be curtains for me. I did catch him a few months later in the very act of committing more crimes and was about to hang him, when he went down on his knees to me and with tears begged to be shot instead. It seems that a Mohammedan who is hanged cannot get into heaven, for some mysterious reason. So I let him have his way, he turned his head to pray for a moment, smoked a cigarette, and then paid for his crimes like a man." Rolling homeward, we passed by Pauline Starke and Jack White's house. "Why, there's a light!" exclaimed Patsy. As she spoke guests were leaving, and we bowled up to the front door to say Hello to Pauline and Jack. "Oh, do come in and see grandmother's presents!" cried Pauline. Pauline had given a birthday party that very day to her grandmother, a perfectly darling and lively lady whom it would be hard to call old, so witty and bright and red-cheeked is she! Indeed, even at that 2 o'clock morning hour, there she was, still, bright as a dollar. "Oh, Irene, Alice and Marceline are giving a party! And when the Days give a party, you stay partied!" exclaimed Patsy. "Sounds exactly like a song title — 'Irene, Alice and Marceline' — I'm going to write a song about them!" declared Vernon Rick' ard, who was having tea with us, and who is hiding his good looks these days behind the radio, but who will soon blossom forth in Warner Vitaphone pictures, as he is making a number of them now. Alice and Marceline Day, and their nice, jolly mother. Irene Day — who seems ever so much younger, sometimes, than her two rather staid daughters — were giving a house warming at their new Beverly Hills home, which is a sort of Italian villa, with a big, charming walled garden and lawn, flanked by a swimming pool, where Irene, Alice and Marceline expect to hold many an out-door garden fete as soon as the weather is warm enough. Patsy, Vernon and I were a little early, so we had a chance to chat with our hostesses. We took a little stroll through the grounds, by the light of the electrics which can be switched on, and were shown just where the flowers and the new fountain are to go; also the sort of little castle effect — at least that's the way it looks from the street — where buffet suppers and luncheons can be kept warm and served in the garden. The doorbell began to ring a good deal, and so we went inside the big living room, where we sat down in huge chairs before the great fireplace in which a fire was burning cheerily as an added welcome to the guests. Carl Laemmle, Jr., and his director, Nat Ross, were almost the first to arrive, and Carl told us that he thought he would have to go back to college for a half term. "Not to study — Heavens, no! — but to get some more atmosphere for my collegiate stories. I find it rather hard the last few months to keep in the spirit of them." Carl, Jr., ;s so kiddishly good-looking, I wondered why he didn't play in some of them himself. Maybe he will, he said. But he is planning to take his players to Europe, and of course that would keep him quite busy enough without acting. He isn't certain when he will go, though. "All my interests are here," he explained. And as he said it his eyes rested, we thought, on Alice Day, to whom he. is supposed to be engaged, though neither will admit it. Connie Keefe came in with Mollie O Day, and Sally and Isabel O'Neil came a little later. Isabel had been ill, so she didn't take any part in the dancing, but Mollie and Sally flitted about with various partners, to the music of the radio. Don Alvarado came with his beautiful wife, Ann Alvarado, and Mai St. Clair brought his charming wife. Both of them looked like fashion plates. A little later on Claire Windsor arrived, and Richard Dix. who is supposed to admire Marceline Day very much, dropped in for a little while. Alice and Marceline looked lovely, in rather simple evening gowns, without any furbelows. They kept the entertainment ball rolling in an unobtrusive sort of way. "Everybody adores those two girls," confided Patsy. "They are just like two convent misses, and yet they are jolly and charming in their nice, quiet little way." Doris Arbuckle was there, and Marceline Day came over to exclaim kiddingly that she, Alice, Doris and Loris Fox, Finis Fox's wife — who is, by the way, very pretty and cute — used to punch cows together in Montana! We looked for Tom Mix and his wife, but they didn't arrive. "I told Tom I'd love to have him, but he couldn't bring Tony, his horse, so maybe that's why they didn't come!" laughed Mrs. Day. After the buffet supper, everybody gathered in groups to chat, or danced or played bridge. Alice Day was teaching young Carl Laemmle how to play bridge when we left. "And young Carl doesn't like cards either. So his learning at all is to my mind entire proof of devotion," remarked Patsy, as we left. 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