Silver Screen (Nov 1930-Oct 1931)

The Hollywood Bowl, where the highbrows go There's a swell dance orchestra in the Supper Room at the Biltmore, one of the more conservative places What the Stars Do OH, IT isn't such a one-horse town this Hollywood of ours. Every once in a while somebody starts the story that the stars sit around their homes until nine o'clock reading Thackeray, or maybe it's Elinor Glyn. Promptly, when it strikes nine, according to the prevailing tone of most of the stories about Hollywood, the darlings of the screen yawn prodigiously, wind the clock, put the cat out the front door, and climb the marble staircase to shut-eye land. It's all hooey! The stars have that old Saturday night itch to go places, ring doorbells and see people, just like you and me. It isn't confined just to Saturday night either. Not by a jug-full. And, moreover, while I hate to shatter any cherished illusions, as a rule they don't get home at nine o'clock. Maybe I shouldn't tell this, but there are even three or four speakeasies not more than a thousand miles from H oil)' wood. There are two or three high class gambling joints, to say nothing of an elegant gambling barge, anchored five miles off the Southern California coast. I'm not inferring that picture people go there. I have to live in this town, and I value my neck even if it isn't any use to anyone else. There are lots of places to go in Hollywood where it is respectable and safe to be seen. Most of the stars have no definite Freudian complex about being ogled by the dear public. In fact the oglier the merrier. Friday night is traditional 'Tight Night" in the cinema town— not of the domestic type, however. Over at the Hollywood American Legion Stadium there is always a good weekly card of ring fisticulfs. Many of the stars like to see a good, bloody The Brown Derby as it used to look in the good old days H ollywo 0 d Is N^o Hi nc 0 'Clock T own nose occasionally. Some of them even enjoy mixing in personally at little private brawls to which the public is not invited. Anyway, you read about such things in the Los Angeles morning papers from time to time. The dignified Constance Bennett is a great fight fan, and she has a line of snappy ringside repartee not entirely in keeping with her dulcet, blase screen conversation. Lupe Velez and Gary Cooper show up on Friday nights, too. Lupe sits right at the ringside and gets so excited that she is actually a menace to everyone sitting within a radius of forty feet. Usually she picks the best looking fighter for a favorite. She isn't very faithful, for she will change her favored gladiators a dozen times in six rounds. At the end she is always looting for the winner. Wise Lupe! You often see Kay Francis, Kenneth MacKenna, Lilyan Tashman and Edmund Lowe, Jack Oakie, Lew Cody, and an assortment of directors and writers at the fights. After the battle is over, people invariably drift over to the Brown Derby or Henry's for a goodnight "snack." If you select Henry's eatorium vou will very likely see Charlie Chaplin. While some of the stars are straintheir larynxes over at the stadium, three or four of the best ciance orchestras in Ameiica are hard at work in the Cocoanut Grove of the Ambassador, the Blossom Room at the Roosevelt, and the Supper Room at the Biltmore. Mary Brian, June Collyer, Frances Dee, Buddy Rogers, 20 Silver Screen