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Neil and Elsa Hamilton gave a party for an old friend who once helped the host when he was out of a Job.'
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rreeted by the
UESTS buy their own food here I" a hot-dog vender bally-hooed. And inside, afterward, we were told, "You have to buy your own refreshments!"
Lights, like those used at big theatre openings, played on the house as we approached, and just as we turned in at the gate we had been 8 hot-dog man, the odors of whose cooking rose pleasingly to our noses.
Our invitations had read, "Olsen and Johnson's Hoodlum Party !"
"A gesture of dissent," Patsy opined, "against the many high-brow parties they've been giving lately in Hollywood."
Despite the hot-dog
man's warning, down in the whoopee room we found plenty of free lunch and near beer. That room was most amusing. It had been fitted up as an old fashioned dance hall — bar, sawdust on the floor, little tables and plain chairs and all — and here most of the guests gathered. A little cigarette girl circulated and asked us to buy cigarettes.
Just as we were sipping a glass of near beer we heard a commotion. Patsy rubbed her eyes as we beheld an apparition at the door.
"Do you see what I see?" she demanded.
"A pony, as I live and breathe !" I gasped.
Olsen and Johnson had brought their pet pony right into the house, and it made us feel like Alice in Wonderland to see him
Hoodlum Parties
and
House Warmings
You'll have a good time this month with our Hollywood Party Reporter
By
Grace Kingsley
Rita Stanwood Warner, whose house warming was a huge success. She is the wife of that popular actor, H. B. Warner.
there in person.
He made himself quite at home, however : was evidently used to being a member of the family, and probably wouldn't have turned a hair if we had shown him the early French furniture in the drawing room
How the hosts entertained at their "Hoodlum Party." Olsen and Johnson brought their pet horse into the parlor just for a laugh.
above. He was very nonchalant. And how that pony did love his beer! He did his tricks for a drink. Finally, I have to report, however, that he went Hollywood, drank so much that he fell asleep in the sawdust on the floor, and had to be sent home in a taxi !
Jack Oakie arrived in his usual sweater and sports trousers, and Polly Moran came with Billy Haines as
usual.
Just as we were saying hello, we heard a clangor coming up the hill.
"I do hope it isn't the patrol wagon come for us because we're making so much noise !" gasped Polly.
And it wasn't. Instead, an ambulance swung up to the gate.
We all ran out to see what it was all about. The doors opened. A solemn nurse and doctor hopped out, and amid a deathly stillness, out of the depths of the ambulance slowly limped Monte Blue, assisted by another nurse !
Monte began a speech in a feeble voice : "Folks, I was sick, but I just had to come to this party— " when we heard a stifled giggle. There back of us stood Monte's wife; and then we knew it was a gag. Monte dropped his limp and made a dive for her in (Continued on page 104)