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Pat taken — at the races, right. Below: a very informal shot of Mavourneen. Left to right below: Marion Davies at Palm Springs; Doris Warner LeRoy, Mervyn LeRoy, Dick Powell, also at Palm Springs; James Cagney and Joan Blondell — all snapped by Pat.
shots when I'm rushed. Henry Fonda was out here with his Leica, snaring some of his famous birds-in-theirnests-pictures. He was crouching among the shrubbery, looking like Bring-'em-back-alive in person, so I grabbed the nearest camera and got this. It should have been swell, but he stood up suddenly."
"Good or bad, Pat keeps them," commented Eloise, with a smile. Eloise is Pat's charming wife. "Pat is a born collector. He keeps matches from every place he visits, he collects pipes, he saves theatre programs, stage or screen, he keeps stills from every picture, and as for snapshots — ! Here are a few of the family albums — these are home pictures, these are baby pictures, these belong to Mavourneen — these to Sean — these are taken on trips — well, just look!"
The den, where we were sitting, is lined with bookcases containing items from Pat's collections. The actor ran an approving eye over the shelves and drew out a fat album.
"Look, this is full of programs from plays," he observed, 'Little Old New York' — I played Bully Boy Brewster in that — Plainfield, New Jersey."
"You are supposed to be talking about candid cameras,
aren't you, Pat?" cut in Eloise.
Pat put the album back, regretfully. "What I don't know about cameras! When I was a kid, somebody gave me one of tbose little box cameras. I took it and went out all over the neighborhood, clicking the shutter. I took some great human interest shots — kids playing marbles, baseball, throwing jack knives and what-all. I had some comic shots, some thrills, and was I pleased? But when I came home and told about it, it was broken to me that I'd gone out without any film in the thing. I tell you I was disillusioned !
"I'm always shooting with the other fellow's camera, so my pictures are all different sizes, which isn't so good for albums. We have four or five cameras here, but somehow they're never there when I see something good. Here's a few from the last time we were in Palm Springs — Al Jolson, taking a sun bath — Marion Davies resting after a game of tennis, just as her dog jumped up on her lap — and this is Dick Powell, Doris Warner Leroy and Mervyn at the swimming pool. But I like the pictures of the kids best. They're not old enough to be self-conscious yet."
Mavourneen and Sean (pronounced Shawn), aged four years and twenty months, respectively, catapulted into the room just then, fresh from their baths. Sean wore pink pajamas and a blue robe, Mavourneen's blue robe came almost to the tiny blue mules on her shuffling baby feet. They brought out their albums, enthusiastically. The shots in Mavourneen's album began when she was very tiny. There were some tempting ones showing her in action — learning to walk, and so on, but when I tried to take out samples, she threw herself on the book, crying: "My Daddy's pictures! — No-no-no-no-no!"
Explanations from Eloise and me that the pictures would be returned, that we merely wanted to put them in Screenland to show all {Please turn to page 79)
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