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The Parties of Pictureville Continued from page 69 laughed could she have heard it. Somebody in mischievous spirit had set a little straw hat on Miss Lillie's head as she sang; and when she had finished taking her bows, she reached for the hat, gave it a mock angry look, and threw it away, exclaiming, "Why, the nasty thing's broken!" Then Miss Lillie's sister, Mrs. Weigall, played the piano. She is a concert pianist and of course her playing was so lovely that, even at a picnic, we were willing to be shushed. An elderly Spaniard with a guitar hugged to his breast, eyed her with all the love of his race for music in his eyes. Georges Carpentier sang in such an exceedingly delightful and magnetic voice that Patsy whispered, "Who would expect a prize fighter to have such a prize voice?" Then Ann Grecnway sang charmingly. Ann Pennington was among the guests, she having come with Joey Ray, and we met Sylvia Fields, too. Sylvia said that she was returning to New York, her contract with Fox having ended, but we can't see how they let such a clever little actress get away from the talkers. William Nigh, the director, looked over the famous guests with a comically bored face, and then exclaimed: "Well, I don't see anybody here I could use!" Pretty little Ella Wickersham is a character in Hollywood. She is a beautiful little invalid who spends her life in a wheel chair. And it was Beatrice Lillie herself who insisted on wheeling Ella about so that she could view the Carrillo ranch! A graceful little gesture that I'm sure Ella will never forget. Suddenly we heard masculine shouts in the distance, and glancing up we caught sight of Tom Patricola, over on a hillside overlooking the canyon. He was waving an alpenstock and dancing up and down, and Hal Skelly called to him not to do his act so far away from the audience. We had started away to explore the canyon, when we heard the music of a violin. Turning back we found that the player was a colored man, chauffeur to someone in the party — and how he could play! Beatrice Lillie shushed us all in order to listen. Next we decided that we had discovered where Miss Lillie got her comedy talents, for her mother and Fatty Arbuckle did a burlesque grand opera number. Alice White came rather late, with her newest admirer, Sid Bartlett, but we had no chance to talk to her. Darkness crept over the canyon, and the smell of the sycamores, sweet after the hot sun had gone down, perfumed the evening, as we traveled homeward. "Getting houses to match their personalities is what the Hollywood film stars are doing now-a-days," remarked Patsy the Party Hound. "I suppose that is why Mary Duncan is moving into a Spanish house in Beverly Hills. Her hair is dark now, and that English house she had in Bel-Air didn't suit her dark personality so well!" "Oh, Mary isn't frivolous like that," I answered. "Besides, she's always the same thoroughbred, human and delightful." "Anyway," Patsy said, "we're invited to her house warming. And she gives such lovely parties that if said parties depend on her changing her personality I hope she'll become a regular chameleon so far as coloring is concerned." The moon wasn't on tap that night, but it didn't worry our hostess in the least. She had just ordered up artificial moonlight effects for her Spanish patio, and it was all lovely. Mary Duncan and her sweet sister Ann, who looks much like Mary, greeted us warmly at the door. We found a number of guests already assembled in the beautitul drawing room, among them Carmelita Gcraghty. Carmelita said she was sad because she had found out that it was Mary's birthday, and she had brought no gift. Mary hadn't told anybody. "When I left home my father said that it was bad luck to come to a house-warming without a gift," Carmelita explained. "It's an old Irish custom, you see— and then when I found it was Mary's birthday— " Mrs. Lubitsch was smiling slyly, and we found out why. "When Mr. Lubitsch goes away out of town to write on a story, I always go and play a lot of tennis," said Mrs. Lubitsch. "He doesn't like it very well, but w-hat can I do?" "Evidently there's a lady who knows just how to manage her husband," said Patsy. Virginia Valli arrived with Charlie Farrell, and we said hello, too, to Dorothy Jordan, recently come to pictures from the New York stage. Colleen Moore was there with her husban, John McCormick. They have a beautiful new home in Beverly Hills, you know. We asked her what part of it she liked best, and she answered with what Patsy calls a Hibernicism: "Why the garden of course, in other words, the outside!" Ben Lyon and Bebe Daniels were there, all attention to each other, and Georgie Jessel came in alone. He was expecting his wife out from the east, he said, but she hadn't arrived yet. Georgie was wearing his hair very long, and explained that it was for the picture he is doing. "The long hair is bad enough," he said, "but they won't let me smoke those long cigars on the set. I'm supposed to be the wistful type, and wistful types, it seems, don't smoke long black cigars. Maybe if they did, they wouldn't look so wistful." Bebe Daniels was wearing one of those long, floating bobs which make most girls look as if they had just gotten out of bed, but it is very becoming to Bebe. Bebe has been appointed honorary colonel in the Aviation Corps, you know, and has to go out and review the field about once a week. She is learning to fly, and has already done a solo flight. "I suppose the aviators just hate to have you review them," remarked Willis Goldbeck, the writer. By the way, Willis was all attention to Mary Duncan. John Colton and Zoe Akins were there, and Basil Rathbone and his fascinating wife, Ouida Bergere, Hedda Hopper, Mr. and Mrs. Ned Marin, Mr. and Mrs. Al Rockett, King Vidor and Eleanor Boardman, and a lot of others. Hedda Hopper looked lovely, and as usual was wittily and charmingly entertain »