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Tonight's the night! Glamorous girls and goodlooking men with but a single thought: a good time. Step out with famous stars in this first feature of a smart, sparkling new series
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'OME years ago I cheerfully made up my mind, I was at the Trocadero bar at the time, that I wasn't going to amount to anything anyhow and might just as well face it — so I decided to dedicate what remained of my life to the enjoyment of fun. I worked out a system whereby one might spend a casual and pleasing lifetime of delightful doings with as little effort involved as possible. (I'm a perfect pushover for things that involve little effort. It's the Miss Pitty Pat in me.) In following this system one doesn't accumulate much wealth, one certainly doesn't but one accumulates many experiences and in time one becomes quite a connoisseur of high old times. (And Bay-bee, do I know fun ! )
As a fun-lover of some distinction on the Coast I am often asked by people with long faces who have that dentist-chair look about them what I consider the most fun in Hollywood. An evening at Miriam Hopkins', I always answer glibly, unless of course it is on one of those occasions when I am not speaking to Miriam, you know how girls are, and then I say — Oh, never mind what I say. For those who love informality, and you must be an awful pain-in-the-neck if you don't, an evening at Miriam's is something to write home about, for informality reaches a new and breathless high. Now I don't mean to say that Miriam's informal evenings at home resemble Sanger's Circus — ■ there're no screwballs or whimsey-poohs wandering about, heaven forbid — nor a Barnum and Bailey circus for that matter, with people in tights, or tight people if you wish, hanging from chandeliers. No, indeed ; Miriam's kind of informality is chic and adult and 'way up town. Some people in Hollywood, probably your favorite movie stars, simply can't cope with the informal ; it's
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finger bowls, fish knives, and white tie to the bitter end for them ; but these are not the people you meet at Miriam Hopkins-who-loves-Joel McCrea at the neighborhood theatre. (Ah, there, Mr. Goldwyn.) Also, Miriam Hopkinswho-loves-Paul-Muni-but-isn't-in-love-with-him at the other neighborhood theatre. (And ah, there, to you too, Mr. RKO.) At Miriam Hopkins-who-loves-AnatoleLitvak-today-but-may-not-tomorrow you eat caviar, but you sit on the floor. And that is that, and delightfully that.
And so the Spring morning when Miss Hopkins' French maid announced in ze veree bad Engleesh that Mees Hopkins would spik with me I couldn't have been more excited. "Why, honey," I said in very good Southern, though I have no desire to play Scarlett O'Hara, "I certainly am glad to hear your voice." "Dar-r-ling," said Miriam in equally good Southern, and Miriam would like to play Scarlett O'Hara but will tell you modestly that she hasn't been asked to, "I have a pig
Miriam Hopkins believes in enjoying life — that's why we've selected her as the star of our first "Carnival Nights in Hollywood" feature. Above, Miriam's home, scene of so many gay parties. Center, in a champagne mood! Far right, when the last guest has gone, the hostess dreams of the next party, more guests and more gaiety.