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Screenland (Nov 1928-Apr 1929)

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MEETING TEOPLE and DOING THINGS! <C May McAvoy gave a party to announce her engagement to Maurice deary, a handsome Irish motion picture executive. fG( Doris Deane and dim' pies. Doris is Mrs. Roscoe Arbuckje. Do you remember 'Fatty?' what things look like there by daylight. I really discov ered the cutest little balcony off the roof that I had hardly known existed. Fm going to turn it into a little retreat where I can go and read and write letters when I feel like being alone." ' Warner Baxter and his pretty wife, Winifred Bryson, who is going back into pictures, were there. Winifred was ill for a long time, but looks blooming now. Julanne Johnston came with a hand' some young chap named Tony Joviatt, who is just starting in pictures, and who seemed to be very devoted; and there were Mr. and Mrs. H. B. Wamer, Roy Brooks, Myron and David Selsnick, and a lot of others. Janet Gaynor came in soon with her mother, and we wondered how she had managed to ditch her admirers for the day, which was Sunday. We caught a glimpse of a Rolls-Royce arriving, and presently Harold Lloyd arrived with his wife, Mildred. They had been playing tennis all morning on the big grounds of their home, and had even been teaching their small daughter to hold a racket, although they hope she won't become an enthusiast too soon, for fear she may get hurt with a tennis ball. Also Mildred said that she had been learning to row on the little stream that runs through the grounds, but that she now longed to get out and row on the ocean, but that Harold was frowning on that idea. Betty Compson came for a little while, but as she and her husband, James Cruse, were themselves holding open house as is their Sunday custom, she had to run away l^lo Hollywood party is complete without Glenn Tryon and his pretty blonde wife, who used to be \nown in pictures as Lillian Hall. Below: yes — Mabel T^ormand! Her friends gave her a birthday surprise party with flowers and trimmings. It was just li\e Mabel to bundle herself and her flowers into her car and ma\e the rounds of the hospitals and orphan asylums, sharing her surprise with others. soon. Betty was looking particularly pretty in a new sports suit of pale green. We all sat about the fire and chatted or turned on the radio and danced. Bebe and Ben danced together, and Janet Gaynor and Roy Brooks. Naturally all the women wanted to inspect the house, and Patsy and Julanne Johnston 'chose1 rooms like a pair of kids. 'This room is mine!" announced Julanne, as we entered Mrs. Howards lovely boudoir, with its wide windows looking off toward the mountains, its pretty dainty furniture and its window boxes of bright flowers. Down on the grounds we could see the place where the swimming pool is going to be when the place is completely finished. "Only of course," remarked Bebe, "you cannot call it the swimming pool in an old New England place. You must call it the ol' swimmin' hole." The Howards have Filipino servants, and Filipino food was served. "But I hope," remarked John David' son soto voce, "not dog in any form." "Not even hot dogs?" inquired Janet Gaynor. The lights in the living room are duplicates of the old wall lamps, except that of course they have electric bulbs in them; but only a few were turned on, so that the flickering firelight was almost the only light by which we ate our buffet dinners. "Can you see to find your mouth?" asked Nan Howard of Ben Lyon, who was sitting, Turk fashion on the floor, with his legs curled up under him (Co«t. on page 90) 31