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Tidings from Tailzie Town
Mei Lang-Fang, the greatest star of the Orient, meets John Gilbert while Gilbert is working on Way for a Sailor, How do you like Jack without the old moustache? Certainly looks different.
canyon out of Hollywood, loaned her by a friend of former days who hasn't forgotten. For awhile she played extra at $7.50 a day . . . when she could get it. Now she goes from house to house — calling upon the present-day stars — asking them for old clothes. These she turns over to a fund which' she is aiding for the destitute players in the film colony. See story on page 52.
Both Grace Cunard and Barbara Tenant have been playing in the extra rank at the Universal Studio where once they both were stars.
"ICE leedle yam about one of the big Broadway boys who came out to write dialog on the XYZ lot. His script was O.K. — swell, in fact — and the picture was shooting when the big execs took a look at the rushes and decided that one scene was all wrong. Hurry call to the dialog writer to do his stuff that night. All work suspended until he should bring in his script in the morning. The middle of die next afternoon the high priced dialog writer crawled back on the lot, weary and red eyed — but not from burning the midnight oil. He'd been burning up something quite different, and he didn't have a line of dialog to show for it. Execs surrounded him anxiously. "Where iss the new version? Let's see it, .queek!" The big writer looked at them sadly. Tears came to his eyes. ""Men," he said magnificently, "I haven't got it. It wasn't good enough! So 1 tore it up." Did they believe him? Sure. Wasn't he a genius? Weren't they paying the fellow a number of grand a week? Sure they believed him. Nice leedle yarn, eh? And if you don't believe it, it merely proves that you simply don't know your Hollywood.
WELL known writer has devised a means of beating the high cost of motion picture livijig. For a year he has been living in a house in Beverly Hills that rents for jour hundred dollars a month without paying a cent for it. He has an invalid staying with him, and he claims that the owner can't evict him while there's a sick person in the family. So that's that. Other Hollywood film writers are planning to adopt invalids, it's rumored.
THIS merely goes to prove once again that Hollywood is the place where the unexpected not only can but does happen. It seems that two ex-newspaper chaps decided to collaborate on a novel, the basis of which was dear old Hollywood. Since they both lived there for a considerable time they had no difficulty at all in dashing off an entertaining book — the more so since it used for characters genuine Hollywood personalities, poking fun at them in what's known by the intelligentsia as a satirical manner.
After the book was published, name of which, by the way, is Queer People, the rumors ran around that the two brothers had been black-listed by the Hollywood movies, just like the hero of their own book.
Now comes the news that not only has Hollywood applauded the book, but that Howard Hughes, milhonaire producer, has acquired the talkie rights to this novel.
Warner Baxter knows the difference between soup and fish — in consuming and cooking.
Loder and funnier — Lotti is her first name. An importation who's enlivening things at Warner's.
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