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for March 1936
Palm Springs
Gary Cooper, right, likes to ride, Dick Arlen, left, likes to fly with his small son. Joan Blondell and Dick Powell, above, prefer bicycling. Paul Lukas and Eric Blore may be seen squinting at the sun by the famous swimming-pool of the swank Racquet Club, top of page.
hemmed in by mountains that the rain can't get in — well that's the theory anyway though I know better — and it is here that the movie stars hie themselves of a Saturday and Sunday from November to April to relax and rest in the sunshine before taking on the worldly cares of a Monday morning. From the minute they get there to the minute they leave they rest like mad. They rest all over the place. In fact they rest so strenuously that they usually have to come home and go to bed for two weeks. And of course I don't have to tell you that they find "it all" sitting right there in the middle of the desert waiting for them. Oh, I could continue forever— well until five o'clock, anyway — about the delightful inconsistencies of movie stars and Palm Springs ; but I had so much rather tell you about the little rest I had there one Sunday several weeks ago — it brought on a complete collapse but the doctor says I will live ; you never get a break, do you?
"There's not much doing today," the clerk at the Desert Inn told me, (and I immediately had visions of tucking myself away in a hammock until sunset). "They're christening a new plane over at the airport this morning, and there's a dog show on at the Kennel Club, and a tennis match with Bill Tilden and Les Stoefen at the Racquet Club, and a swimming meet with Johnny Weissmuller and the Olympic champions at the El Mirador, and a match between Frank Shields and Gene Mako on the Desert Inn court, and Carole Lombard's cocktail party at the Racquet Club, and a movie star bowling match at the Bowling Alley, and Bebe Daniels' fashion show at the Dunes, and — well, I guess that's about all. You should have been here last week-end. It really was gay." And me a fan writer. No hammock for the likes of me with all this "copy" going on. (Continued on page 88)