The Birmingham age-herald., 1922-11-05
By MrTYLENE OWEN N,DAvID

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 By MTTYLENE OWEN M'DAvID PART II
 Mother Birmingham's daughters have wandered far afieId in life's activities, but there is not one in
 whom she should feel more pride than in Lois Wilson, our own beautiful l movie star. She has made good her boast, or rather her wish. on leaving the beauty ball at the Tutwiler on that memorable night when she was
 crowned queen of beauty--'T hope to make Birmingham proud of me-.
 And Birmingham is proud of her. From the moment J. Warren Kerri- gan ngaged her at the ball in New l Orleans en route to Hollywood, she
 has played lead with the foremost actors of filmdom.
 If those who do not know Lois Wilson personally. yet who go to see her in pictures because they admire her, and because she belongs to Bir- mingham, could know her sweet, generous, sunny nature and her fine character, they would be doubly proud of her.
 While in Hollywood this summer I
 listened to different fellow actors as
 they praised her, and tried to catch
 the word most frequently applied to her personality-the keyword. I
 learned that there were two key words. They were ''modesty" and sincerity"
 l Always loyal to her former Bfr-
 mingham friends, I found a phone 1 message from her awaiting me when
 I arrived at my hotel in Los Angeles.
 It was an invitation to spend the day with her at her mothers pretty | xVhifa m Uo nue in Hollywood. Three Alabama girls were also invited. Each day of | my week in Los Angeles had already l been filled with engagements, in- cluding day at Catalina Island, so | Saturday was the only free day I
 had. and Saturday is a bad day in | Los Angeles, as everything closes at noon. There was little going on in the studios that day, and many of
 the movie stars were away on vaca- | tfon.
 Saturday morning at o'clock my phone rang, and Lois fresh young voice greeted me, "Oh, do you know I | have a brilliant ideal I remember Conrad Negle telling me they were going to film scenes on the beach today. Would you enjoy spending
 the day there with them?' Would wei I hastened to assure her of my pleasure at the thought. Meet me,
 then" she directed, lat the Hollywood hotel at 10 o'clock. as that will save time." I promised and 'phoned the
 girls in their rooms. They went right up in the air. thrilled pink" with Joy, as one expressed 1t, over the prospect.
 Going in a Hurry
 When we had breakfasted, and were leaving the dining room. glanced at the time. It was s3o, and it is a
 40 minutes ride from Los Angeles to the Hotel Hollywood. We rushed out and into an orange colored taxi, and to hurry. Now, hurry" is a taxi drivers middle name, and this one didn't believe his name.
 Paul Revere's ride was nothing for excitement compared to ours. We only touched the ground in spots, and then on two wheels, and we had a hay panorama of pedestrians, horses and chickens scurrying to cover At exactly 10 o'clock we drew up with flourish in front of the Holly wood hotel, our breath left behind in Los Angeles to catch up. But right here I must tell you of the Holly wood hotel. feel quite in love with 1t. It is on the corner of Highland avenue and the boulevard. Yes, Hollywood, has a Highland avenue. too. and Highland park. Its host lis Col. George Wesley Davis. author. artist. traveller and war veteran. The hotel Is very broad. stretching an entire block. in all directions. with asy0alt drive curving like a half moon from one corner of the block settee pagondas. The green lawn is filled with very old palms. pepper trees and silver fir or spruce, giving the hotel a homelike air of privacy and comfort
 The building is tan stucoo with brown trimmings, and is of the Span ish mission type. It Is four stories high-that Is if one includes the rooms in the two great towers. At either side. like wings. arc Nthe flat walls curved at the top. mission style, with alcoves and Juliet-like bal comics, and brown and cream striped awnings at the many windows and over the entrance. At Orchid street entrance there Is patio and semi tropical garden, with . temple cov- cred with wisteria and Cherokee roses.
 On the long piasa reposed an array of comfortable rocking chairs. now and then one occupied by a dowager lOoklng oid iady calmly Knitting or reading. It was all so cool. quiet and restful! There was no sound any where. for screeching automobiles and nerve-racking noises are not al- lowed in the west.
 Only a cricket singing in a pepper tree showed any desire to be ener- getic. How I would love to spend a month at that delightful hostslry, rocking on It's shaded piazza, and, like Uncle si of the cross roads store. "jes set and think, and sometimes 1es set"
 Inside, the lobby was furnished like a great living room. Our feet sank into thick ve1vety rugs, and every where were soft brocaded couches and deep arm chairss Little Jap "buttons" ran. in pairs. noiselessly up and down the stairs. Two very cultured looking men came in and