Evening Star Newspaper, April 21, 1929, Page 98

THE--SUNDAY STAR, WASHINGTON, D. C.—GRAVURE SECTION—APRIL 21, 1929 Hollywood After Dark By W. E. Hill. (Copyright. 1929, by the Chicago Tribune Syndicate.) Picking celebrities on the dance floor of the Cocoanut Grove is a favorite pastime of the tourist trade in Hol ood. dh, Clara, do look!” screams a lady from Deposit, N “There’s Harold Lloyd, the onc with the spectacles, d: ng with his little g %iloria! Isn't it sweet to sce them dancing to- gether? Yes, she does look a bit mature, but they mature so early out here. Night work on the sound stages is awfully hard on the baby wampus stars. Sitting around the studio till 5 in the morning cuts into their social activities terribly. Meet Helen Doris Clancy, whom many of the newsprint_hoy consider the coming Duse of the silver shect, snatching just a teeny wink of sleep on set No. 8. Helen has missed out on a dozen birth- day parties, a couple of showers and several plain, evervday partics this past week. This is called shooting a talking sequence, ard they do it at night because it's quieter then. It consists for the most part of sitting around while the car- penters and the electricians yell “O. K." to each other. Sometimes a scene is shot, and then every- body is happy till 24 hours later, when it has to be retaken. Back at the Ambassador, after a perfect day of sight- sceing, Gertie, the weary tourist, is writing a long letter to her girl friend in the “Today was heavenly,” pens Gertie. “We saw the Pacific Ocean and three of Marion Davies’ homes. I've never been so thrilled!” Around midnight the extra girls gather at the studio cafeteria for a sandwich and a cup of black coffee, chatting as extra girls will of this and of that. “Say. I got a closeup yesterday,” chirps lovely Gladys Bessimer to her friends, Fay Ermine and Lillyan Coupon. But Fay and Lillyan are not a bit impressed. They don't believe in Santa Klaus any more, h g heard about the cutting room. Getting to a Beverly Hills dinner date on time, via taxi from Los Angeles, is one of the pleasantest evening pastimes around the Hollywood section. Los Angeles taxi drivers come cither from Detroit or places farther East, and while they know the home towns inside and out, they are not so good at recent real estate developments around Beverly Hills. After driving around for an hour or so, the taxi driver will get out his little map, and then the fun begins. In and out, to and fro, doyvn alleys and up private driveways, you get to know your . Anybody who is anybody in the Hollywood colony winds up a dinner party with a private showing in a private projection room. A Hollywood hostess may be able to struggle along wi‘ithgut a_p;tiooraha‘cielgda or even an arraya in her Spanish stucco vil}‘a. driver pretty well by the time you reach your dinner—if but never can she do without a projection room to pack her guests in. (Well in the they've kept it for you. o ; - e . » . foreground of this little after dinner gathering is Maybelle Caramel, one of filmland’s o 5 = Listen, Harry; I know you're pretty agile under the dome, but I'll het : b s Pt B = < + you couldn’t say your own name if you had to get up and say it into a mike!” I‘?vc"?th‘;’h"e l‘mg(e’s.lfl g‘;’ s’:&f’;x'::' srfli”sy,!fc“e is saying, “now that you have your Patsy Truckee, lovely ingenue of the films, is telling Harry, the publicity boy, CIEASAATEIONE » Y how frightened a poor girl gets of a microphone. ‘fl|ll||l|nnm...... Djflwm