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Pat O'Brien
NELSON EDDY, who has been called the male Garbo of Hollywood because he prefers his own fireside at nights rather than ringside tables at the local clubs, seems to be breaking loose lately. One night, urged on by his companion, the irrepressible Woody Van Dyke, he sang several songs at the Swing Club in Hollywood, and a couple of weeks later the stay-uppers at the Trocadero were astounded to see Mrs. Eddy's blond boy take over the mike and treat everyone to the entire score, practically, of "Rosalie." It was not a publicity stunt. Mr. Eddy just felt like singing:, and sang.
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So what with Nelson singing all over the place, and Marlene dancing the Big Apple every chance she gets, all we need now is for Garbo to come back and entertain the night clubbers with imitations of the actresses who have done imitations of her.
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NORMA SHEARER'S appearance at the' .recent Basil Rathbone party brought forth gasps of envy from the feminine guests. Her gown was a Princess model of white paillettes on a soft transparent velvet backing. The blouse was soft and full, with high neck, and had three large diamond clips down the front. With it she wore a short eton jacket of the same material, with long sleeves, full at the top and shirred round the arm from the elbow down. She carried a bag of the same glittering paillette material with brilliant ball clasp.
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LET men kid the girls about the contents <of their hand bags if they will, but take an inventory of what is contained in the gadget Basil Rathbone totes around. It is a gold case slightly smaller than the average cigarette case, and it contains a watch, a reading glass, a knife, a perpetual calendar, a door key and a lighter, and is engraved with his name and address for identification. It was designed however, by a woman — Ouida Rathbone.
WHILE his own car was in the garage for repairs. Edgar Kennedy borrowed one of those half-pint motor cars from a friend. Watching Kennedv park it caused more excitement in Hollywood than Greta Garbo on a shopping tour without her disguise.
The comedian finally gave up and squeezing his two hundred and forty pounds through the door, walked to the front of the car, picked it up by the fender and swung it into correct parking position. As he dusted his hands the actor was heard to mutter ... "a charm bracelet, that's the right place for you."
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"JEANETTE MacDONALDS western ~J drawl in "Girl of the Golden West" was acquired from a group of cowbovs at the B-Bar-H Ranch near Palm Springs. Before starting the picture Jeanette vaca
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tioned at the ranch with hubby Gene Raymond, and they say that she spent long hours every day down by the corrals absorbing the necessary western twangs of the cowboys.
HThE bride didn't wear red when Virginia Bruce married her director, J. Walter Ruben recently. Virginia wore a long sleeved light blue jersey dress with a draped high neck, wine red sandals, and a white orchid corsage. Virginia won the prize for having the simplest wedding of the year.
But the party tossed for Virginia by the Countess di Frasso, Kay Francis and Ann Warner (Mrs. Jack) that night was something else again. It was held at Ann Warner's on account of she has the biggest house. Of course Kay Francis happened to be suing Jack Warner at the time for a breach of contract but a little thing like that didn't interfere with the fun.
The Rubens stayed for breakfast at the Warners, attended the tennis matches later, followed by a cocktail party at Alfred Vanderbilt's in the late afternoon. Sunday night they spent at the Trocadero. It started off as a quiet wedding but apparently it ended in an endurance contest.
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'THE most avid reader of the *■ comics in Hollywood is Carole Lombard. She gets furious if anyone takes the paper before she has had a chance to look at the funny strips.
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("-jLENDA FARRELL is wearing an interesting scarf. It is of wine red silk, and on it in white letters, is printed the Abdication speech of Edward VIII of England. — «§,._
|\EN MURRAY says he's *N tempted to change his name back to the original (Kenneth M Abner Doncourt). As he was leaving the Brown Derby one night, Ken was stopped by a man wearing a broad-brimmed Western hat. "You're Ken Murray, ain't you?" said the man. "I am." replied Ken. "Well, I come all the way from Te-xas to shake your hand. I think you're the best cowboy actor there is in the movies." "But I'm not a cowboy actor," said Ken. 'I'm on the radio."
"Well, I don't think so much of your radio stuff, but you ride better than Tom Mix and Buck Jones together."
"You don't by any chance mean Maynard, do you? Ken Maynard?"
"Maynard! That's the name. Say, who are you?"
"Jones is the name. Fremond Jones from Chickamauga," returned Ken as he stepped into his car.
EVERYBODY in town is perfectly furious with Warner Baxter. Warner put five dollars on the nose of a $196 long shot at the Santa Anita racetrack the other afternoon, arid the nag came in. The only other person known to be on that horse was the Richard Aliens' chauffeur.
DAT O'BRIEN'S little son Sean wall prob*■ ably glow up to be an extremely good natured young man. Pat simply can't resist waking him up from his sleep when he comes home from the studio and Sean doesn't seem to mind. The youngster is eighteen months old and refuses, since he has learned to walk, to be held in anyone's arms but Pat's. Pat takes it big.
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A/t ARJORIE GATESON, travelling along * » 1 at a fair rate of speed was hailed by a traffic cop who queried in no uncertain tones, "Hey, you got any idea how fast you were goin'?"
"Thirty-nine miles," smiled Miss Gateson, who figured to keep within the forty mile limit.
"That ain't allowed along here," he said, digging for his ticket.
"I mean twenty-nine," quickly responded the actress, and at his glowering look she smiled sweetly. "A lady's got a right to change her mind, hasn't she?"
"Yep, but T ain't goin' to change mine," handing her a ticket.
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