We use Optical Character Recognition (OCR) during our scanning and processing workflow to make the content of each page searchable. You can view the automatically generated text below as well as copy and paste individual pieces of text to quote in your own work.
Text recognition is never 100% accurate. Many parts of the scanned page may not be reflected in the OCR text output, including: images, page layout, certain fonts or handwriting.
6
SCREENLAND
W re havmg &g»<* Barnes. trt
B[NNIE BARNES lives in the Hollywood hills, in what she describes as a "tiny little place" on a twisty road. Following the twisty road, I came to her number on a white terrace lined with a row of blue and yellow flower-filled pots. She has a lemon-yellow door — it reminds Binnie of a door to a cocktail room in a very swank hotel. There is a small mirror in the outside panel of the door set at a height convenient for the arriving guest. "Is my nose shining, my hat at its most becoming angle, my lipstick deep enough?" — are all problems that can be settled before the gray-haired colored man answers the doorbell.
Binnie, tall and stunning and slim, came upstairs to greet me. Her bedrooms are downstairs, as is common in hillside homes.
"We're serving our English breakfast at noon," she told me. "Over here, nobody could possibly get away with so much food in the early morning. At home it's usually so chilly you wake up hungry, but with this climate, we work up an appetite first."
"We walk," chimed in Mrs. Pat Haworth, Binnie's charming English house guest. "We never think of taking out the car."
"We're not trying to serve as huge a breakfast today as we do at home," said Binnie.
The sun was attempting a record outside, but inside the "little high house" it was delightfully cool. The living room, large and many-windowed, was done in cool tones of yellow and soft green, varied with beige and brown, the curtains of flowered blue adding the one
Binnie is a British beauty who likes good food and believes in preparing and enjoying it.
bright touch to the mellow surroundings.
"Breakfast always makes me think of a fireplace," smiled Binnie, her auburn head gilded by a sunbeam in a wide-flung window. "Here we have the fireplace, but who'd dare light a fire in it? And look at that adorable bridge table there that turns into a fire-screen and is simply crying to be used !" It's a white table, adorable indeed !
"At home we have a fireplace in every room," remembered Binnie, "but the one in your bedroom isn't likely to be lit when you waken, so it's usually dark and cold when your eyes open to find someone beside your bed with a cup of tea. That's to help you get up. Just a nice cup of tea and a wafer of bread-and-butter. It gives you courage to climb out of bed."
"The thing I like about the cup of tea at the bedside is the nice china it comes in," said Mrs. Pat. "I think one of the secrets of a successful hostess is her china. It helps make the food attractive."
"Coming back to fireplaces," went on Binnie, "in the dining room there's always a fire burning. Well, maybe not in summer, but I always think of breakfast in winter or fall. We grab the newspaper and huddle over the fire. We drag the table as close to it as we can get, or perhaps we take our plates and sit on the hearth. Anyway, we eat a bit, read a bit, and roast a bit !
"Did you ever taste a smoked haddock, cooked in milk with a little chopped onion, and served with a poached egg on top ? My dear, you haven't lived !
"If it's a country house, the food is served spread out on the buffet in dishes that (Continued on page 89)