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WE HAVE some awfully nice parties in London. For brilliant conversation and perfect food in stately surroundings we look to the Raymond Masseys when they invite a dozen friends to dinner at their tall aristocratic house in a Kensington square.
They have decorated their big dining-room without a touch of color so that it forms a becoming background for all women guests no matter what kind of frocks they are wearing. (And Mrs. Massey, who is Adrianne Allen in British films, said she wanted her blonde looks effectively set off at meal-times, too:) So walls and ceiling are painted in palest grey with long matching window drapes of heavy satin. The carpet and the crushed velvet covers of the chairs are grey too, and even the handsomely-carved table and buffet are fashioned from grey Italian walnut. Only white flowers are allowed and instead of ornaments, some white china chickens which Raymond collects stand about on the mantel and the wall-alcoves. When the candles are lit, the room seems to be bathed in silvery moonlight and perhaps it is this unusual atmosphere which lends
Gertrude Niesen, top center, London visitor. Right, at the studio, Ursula Jeans chats with Louis Borell as make-up is applied. Below, the quaint home where Ursula and her husband, Roger Livesey, seen in foreground, live. Lower right, dining room of the Raymond Masseys' home in Kensington square.
The social side of life among celebrities in Britain's capital. Intimate close-ups of Hollywood as well as European notables
By Hettie Crimstead
the parties such distinction. All the Masseys' friends belong to the artistic and intellectual worlds. Beautiful Tamara Geva dined the other night and talked about Russian literature to an audience that included both Alexander and Zoltan Korda as well as dark-haired Joan Gardner and Flora Robson.
Noel Coward is a frequent guest at the house. It's exquisite to hear him discussing the latest film he has seen — he described one famous English actress now walking her cool way through Hollywood pictures as "just like a parody of Keats' Grecian Urn. A thing of beauty and a bore for ever." I asked him when he was going to make that several-times-postponed film for Paramount. He answered in his staccato manner : "W ell, darling, it's too terribly, terribly monotonous acting all day in front of a tired technician and two lamps !" But he says he will go to Hollywood this winter to help with the screening ■ of his new musical stage play "Operette." With its wonderful scenes of London life forty years ago and its romance of the actress and the Guards officer, it should make a spectacular picture to rival "Cavalcade."
Elizabeth Allan and her agent-husband Bill
O'Bryen hold the most attractive little cocktail-parties in their London flat. Liza has just done over the drawing-room and now it is all peach color with touches of jade green and some golden lame cushions. She invites the younger set, glamorous Vivien Leigh and Laurence Olivier and {Please turn to page 90)
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