Screenland (Nov 1936-Apr 1937)

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Hollywood Holiday Beginning an exciting new novel of Hollywood's hidden side, by one of America's best-loved writers ' IT ALWAYS seems like a holiday in Hollywood," I Marsha Drew said, as she pulled last year's beret I over this year's marcel. "I don't see how you can say that," Eleanor Morton, her roommate, who wasn't working, managed to yawn from the comfortable haven of the more disheveled of the two disappearing beds, which, luckily for Eleanor, only disappeared when you encouraged them to. "Something is always going on. Read the papers, darling, if the things don't happen to you. Stars are always coming into town or going out of town. Weekends at Palm Springs and Arrowhead. Parties. Gala nights at 'The Troc' It's exciting. It's — it's terrific!" "I'm of the school," said Eleanor, burrowing deeper into her pillow, so that her words were muffled a bit, "who believes that if things don't happen to me they aren't happening at all. My program today is to go to Central Casting to see if they need a bee-utiful and luvely young blonde for a future star — or a present bit or even extra. And if that's a holiday! And I guess you've got more to look forward to. P>ecause you're working !" "It isn't just the work, darling. You know that. Maybe a script girl at Super Films isn't the acme of all j But tilings do happen there — even if they don't happen to me." And, so help her, Marsha hadn't known Keith was around. She couldn't help it. She slipped. Lost her balance. Came down with a crash. And who but Keith K came to her rescue! "For example?" "I hoped you'd ask that. Well, today, my lamb, today is marked by the presence in our midst of none other than Keith Knowles, who is going to star in 'All Over Town.' How's that for excitement?" "That ham !" said Eleanor. "He's already seen his best days. His idea of acting is turning a profile to the camera and standing still. He doesn't even know moving pictures have come in — to say nothing of sound." "Eleanor !" Marsha's voice held real shock, now. Keith Knowles was one of her heroes. And the studio was taking him big. "And you'll see a lot of him," said Eleanor. "If you see him at all ! His memorable words to you will be 'Excuse me, Miss,' as he pushes you to one side — if he remembers his manners at all." "Cat!" said Marsha. "And weren't you thrilled when Rupert Drake drove you home in the rain. We didn't hear the end of that for weeks — and I don't )elieve he'd recognize you if he ever did see you again."