Evening Star Newspaper, April 7, 1929, Page 99

THE SUNDAY STAR, WASHINGTON, D. San Fraucisco girls are intensely sensitive about climatic condi- tions and resent having a visiting New Yorker or a Chicagoan mention rain and California in the same sentence. “Rain? My dear,” she will fay, edging away, "vou should know that May of this year is one of our rainy seasons! a Cafeteria waitresses out Hollywood way are very scenario conscious and will say, “One order of chicken livers en brochette,” in rich, throaty, Ethel Barrymore tones in case a casting director for a talkie may be out gunning for a type. “See what General Motors is doing today.” Mrs. Derondo Pelf and Mrs. Hortense Scrimmage are members of Santa Barbara’s Winter colony and will soon depart for the effete East, leaving the patios of the hotels and the gift shops to get along without them. They are busy with the market reports this evening, pending a table of bridge. = Wl &>~ it away from her! Beauty on the West Coast A Guide for Tourists By W. E. Hill (Copyright, 1929, by the Chicago Tribune Syndicate.) Just a humble member of the Beverly Hills film colony giving the haughty glance to a party of tourists who have positively identified her as either Mary Nolan, Dolores Costello or Lois Moran. The pitiless publicity of the film world is terrible for sensitive girl—but try to take “Land sakes! Why, I used to live right next to Hattie Frishie in Lima, Ohio, and old Dr. Fris- bie looked after my inlay work for years!" Many Californians are Easterners who “just couldn’t be hired to go back even for a visit,” and yet when two from the same home town come together there's a regular celebration. C.—GRAVURE SECTION—APRIL 7. 1929. Angeles beauties the knees down. Hollywood mothers have to keep their off- spring dressed pretty cute, for there's no tell- ing when a director will take a fancy to Bessie or Bebe and make a second Baby Peggy of her. Pasadena girls are very proud of the Rose Bowl, the Shakespeare Club and the Wrigley mansion and are great boosters for the crown city of the Pacific slope. There are more Spanish grills in Pasadena than in all of Spain and the daughters of Pasadena, being very public-minded, take great pride in the fact. There is always some- thing doing, either a lodge picnic near the Rose Bowl or a lecture on the more refined bird calls of Lower Cali- fornia in the Shakespeare Club, so that a Pasadena girl is nearly always busy about something. Californians dearly love a good, whclesome pageant. When Spring comes and the blossoms begin to burst forth Santa Clara Valley will call up Los Angeles and before you can say Jack Robinson a troop of classic dance experts from a Los Angeles art colony will be on the spot, giving, a pageant to celebrate the birth of the quince blos- som or the legend of the irrigated lemon grove in one of those unnatural outdoor theaters, There will be special poses of Ramona and her escort of beauty ’flor the rotogravure sections and everybody will be appy. The sweet sixteens of Los Angeles, with Hollywood right arouna the corner, are bound, more or less, to reflect the film industry. And with all these college life scenarios cluttering up the theaters, the Los are getting more and more collegiate—especially from Miss Dolores Del Arroyo, the Mexican flapper, and her ma out shopping in San Diego at the local 5 and 10 cent store for an extra yard or so of pearls and a barbecue sandwich. Her boy friends tell Dolores in that quaint Mexican way that she is the spitting image of Colleen Moore, which pleases Dolgres greatly. R