Sodom and Gomorrah : the story of Hollywood (1935)

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20 SODOM AND GOMORRAH remained that she was unheralded and had to proceed to a hotel where she could organize her battle for screen recognition. She had already decided that she would stay at the Ambassador Hotel until she was well launched in her career. Then she would find a modest little palace where she could make her home. She chose the Ambassador because she was under the impression that it was the right thing to do. She had read of the Cocoanut Grove, where the stars came to dine and dance, so it followed in her mind that she should live there. She knew that it would be expensive, and her expectations in this respect were not disappointed. When she paid her taxi fare and inquired the price of the rooms her heart sank* A poor mathematician, nevertheless she understood that she could not continue to live at this splendid residence long without a screen contract. Alone in her room she experienced, for the first time, a few misgivings concerning her future. What had happened, she wondered, to her five predecessors? They, too, had left Toledo amid the glorious fanfare of publicity, and armed, no doubt, with letters to the producers from Mr. Chadwick, president of Lady Nelson. Yet nothing was ever heard of them again. She shuddered. What if — but no, such a thing could not happen to her. There was her father's thousand dollars, and a mortgage on the bungalow at home. Such