Screenland (May-Oct 1930)

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Send 25 cents for this amaz ing book. RICHARD BLACKSTONE B-4010. Flatiron Building, New York City for 60 cents lb. Make yc kitchen your Candy Shop. Almost no cash required to start. Profits at once. We show (by mail) how to Make and Sell. Write jor jrce book, illustrated. Capitol Candy School, Dept. C-3H0, Washington, D.C. JUST AN OLD SPANISH CUSTOM IN HOLLYWOOD Continued from page 91 were long as we left for home. "As a Scotchman," remarked Patsy, "Frank Lloyd is a very good Spaniard!" "OH, the picture stars have found a new playground!" exclaimed Patsy. "It's just like a magic bit out of the old Spanish days in Los Angeles — Olvera Street, just off the Plaza. James Warner Bellah, who writes for the movies and for magazines, is giving a big party down there in honor of his wife, the former Bernice Vert, actress and dancer, who has just arrived from the east; and we're invited." We went down there with Robert Chisholm, star of "Sweet Adeline" in New York, and now in Hollywood playing in pictures. "Everybody is giving parties down here these days," Patsy remarked. Just then we caught sight of Olvera Street, and stopped to gasp! The street was bright with lights, and in their flare we gazed at a scene that was like a tiny piece of old Mexico. There were gay little bazaars on either side of the brick-paved street — outdoor bazaars covered with bright awnings, and showing for sale lovely pottery, dolls, sweets, and all presided over by picturesque figures, the Mexican men in sombreros and zerapes, and the women with shawls over their heads. This street isn't desecrated by automobiles. A fountain at its entrance skilfully turns traffic aside, and the other end of the little street is walled in. If you ride in, you ride in on horseback. On one side of the street is the ancient Olvera home, a picturesque old adobe, full of memories, quaint furniture, old paintings and photographs, and the cooking utensils and apparatus of another day. In the back yard is an old garden with a well. Mr. Bellah had taken over the whole street for the evening, so that it was doubly like going into another world, and we enjoyed in peace our visit to the Olvera home, the quaint, perfectly appointed but tiny puppet theater with its ancient dolls, the bazaars and the cafe. Casa La Golondrina is the picturesque title of the cafe where the supper was to be enjoyed. Our host, who has sought his material all over the world, was quick to see the possibilities in the ancient adobe wine cellar that Senora Consuella Bonzo has so cleverly made over into a cafe. We had arrived a little early, but very soon the guests began to arrive. Monte Blue and his wife were among the first to arrive, and we sat down with our host and hostess, at a little table on the verandah, where you eat if you like, to await other guests. Mr. and Mrs. Bellah soon found it necessary to leave us in order to take their places at the entrance, in order to greet new comers. Harry Langdon and Mrs. Langdon, who had been lounging about the street, so interested, they said, that they nearly forgot the party, put in an appearance, whereupon we went inside to sit down at the long table to await the others. Glen Tryon and his beautiful wife came soon after and there were Belle Bennett and Fred Windermere, Tom Miranda, the scenario writer, and his wife; the noted violinist, Duce de Karejerto, June Collyer, Allison Skipworth, Mr. and Mrs. Finis Fox, Marceline and Alice Day and their mother, Mr. and Mrs. William K. Howard, Lionel Belmore, Philip Ryder and Aimee Torriani, Ailene Carlyle, and just dozens of others. Charming entertainers in Spanish costume sang, danced, and played the guitar for us, and there was, besides, a Spanish orchestra. Elise Bartlett and Eric Snowden, of the Civic Repertory Theater, arrived late. Elise bore a bag filled with tamales, tortillas and Mexican cookies which she had bought at the bazaars outside. "We were so late that I thought there would be nothing left," she laughingly explained, but we decided she just couldn't resist the quaint vendors outdoors, squatting over the little braziers where they were cooking their food. Glenn Tryon and Fred Windermere got. as faraway, in their conversation, as yachts. "Dear, dear," said Lillian Tryon to Belle Bennett, "it used to be bull fiddles and now it's yachts. I do wish Glenn would become interested in a Pekinese or something small that you could have around the house with comfort!" Presently, Glenn, who speaks and understands Spanish, went over to the performer on the bull fiddle in the orchestra and coaxed the instrument away from him. Grabbing a sombrero, Glenn sawed away for dear life, and really did a very good job of it. Glenn was once a member of the bandit Pancho Villa's band of marauders down in Mexico. He joined with a pearl-handled pistol! The truth of the matter was he got fed up with civilization and the show business, and went down there to join the Mexican army, but stumbled into Villa's camp instead, and thought it wise to join. But he got away the first opportunity. He had a great time at the party, hobnobbing with the orchestra members and the pretty Spanish dancers. J une Collyer called over to Harry Langdon to inquire what he was eating, and Harry to the surprise of everybody answered in perfectly good Spanish, "Taquito de gallina con ahuacate, tambien chile rellens con queso y salse." "Oh, you speak bill-of-fare Spanish!" June kidded him. But he replied again in Spanish, words not on the bill-of-fare at all, and June had to acknowledge herself beaten. We caught Monte Blue vainly trying to eat his rolled toasted tortillas with his fork until the cute little waitress who had charge of his table showed him how to gather them up, with beans rolled in them, and eat them from his fingers. After dinner we prevailed on Robert Chisholm to sing, which he did superbly, followed by Philip Ryder, singing the theme song from "Adios," the picture in which he is appearing. Allison Skipworth recited, and Georgie Grandee played the piano. Nearly all the picture stars have some side line, and we found that Belle Bennett is shortly to open a cafe. It is to be called Grandmother's Cafe, and many things in it will be objects which had belonged to her grandmother, including a spinning wheel, a collection of old dolls, and some quaint old furniture. All the appointments were to be of another day. "Except, I hope," said Patsy, "that you'll have a modern cooking range and that there'll be steam heat on cold days." Some of the guests departed around two o'clock in the morning, after which the rest of us danced until daylight began to peer through the deep-embrasured windows. "That was surely a good-natured orchestra," remarked Patsy. "Oh, yes, not ever starting anything until manana, they are quite willing to keep on until another manana." observed Bob Chisholm.