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Liz Williams
Ruby Keeler, left, and Fred Astaire, left above, held out a long time against the lure of living and working in Hollywood; but today, they're natives and proud of it. Not so Sylvia Sidney, above — read all about this little rebel, in our gay story.
built a house, married a Los Angeles doctor, took off her hat and decided to stay. One crack out of you about Hollywood or California now and she'll smack you over the head with a vase of roses, hand-picked from her own garden. Across the street from Claudette lives Irene Dunne, who up until this past year spent far more time in New York than she did in Hollywood. Irene was sort of a Garbo-like character in those days for no one ever saw her in Hollywood after she took her make-up off. But the minute she finished her film she was off to New York on the next train and judging from the pictures in the metropolitan newspapers she was anything but a hermit in New York. Then all of a sudden Irene bought some property in Holmby Hills, built a home, (her first), personally planted the petunias, read up on termites, and
went neighbor Claudette one better — she adopted a baby.
Fred Astaire gloomily forsook Park Avenue and Southampton Society for one picture. For years every picture was going to be Fred's last. He's still here. He's built a home, has a baby, and seems to be getting on all right without the Southampton crowd. Franchot Tone belonged to New York's literati and just couldn't see Hollywood for a cloud of dust. He came out to collect a little cash before dashing back to his Beloved Theatre to give Art a break. But instead of dashing back he married the glamorous Joan Crawford, sits at the head of the biggest dinner table in Brentwood, and likes it.
Time was when Kay Francis who is chic right down to the tips of her jungle-red finger nails hastened off to Paris and European capitals as soon as her pictures were over. The third time the studio cabled her that production had started on her next epic she looked up sailing dates. But last winter when Kay went abroad she very abruptly cut her tour short and returned to Hollywood weeks and weeks before her picture started. Was Europe slipping — or was Kay Francis going Hollywood ? Margaret Sullavan, who adored telling reporters what she thought of Hollywood, and what she thought wasn't for the ears of kiddies, has returned to the town of her scorn to have, of all things, a baby! Alice Faye, the darling of the New York night clubs, who used to get so homesick for New York that she made six trips back there during her first year in Hollywood, has now taken a house with a swimming pool, reads books at (Please turn to page 93)
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