The New York herald., 1922-03-12

asphalt highway, which think was Santa
Monica boulevard, past houses half hidden
by palm trees, peppers and the pungent
eucalyptus. The prevailing color is white
or cream, varied with blue and pink, with
red or green tiled roofs; the favored ma
terial is stucco, which does not seem to
crack in that climate as it does in the
East.
Many Of the walks leading to the houses
were bordered with geraniums. Rose
bushes climb valiantly up wall and treilis,
but because of the January freeze Califor-
mia is sadly lacking in roses this year.
The same frost that swatted the citrus
crop killed the posies. Down at Santa Ana
heard of an outdoor fete in which artif-
cial flowers had to be used That is the
extreme Of desolaflon in the land of sun
shine and flowers.
We passed Swiss chalets, glorified fiat
rooted Aztec 'dobes, English cottages, Nor
man castles, Mesopotamian mosques, all
kinds Of architecture; also plain redwood
California bungalows, each with its vines
and shrubbery and maybe half a dozen
orange trees, laden with golden bulbs.
AT the top of a hill to our right stood
great house like Japanese pagoda, the
home Of Adolph Bernheimer (not of the pic
tures), principal show place of Hollywood.
NFxy Sr;a ;,.;n hot of he
people of Hollywood are not connected
with motion pictures when he broke off to
say: 'Wally Reid lives there" The house
to which he pointed was below the level
OF our boulevard. We looked down on
roof OF red tile and walls of brown stucco.
We could not see the swimming pool, but
rapidly obtained the impression that Fred
Harvey's desert hotels along the Santa Fe
are no niftier than the abiding place of
this same Wallace Reid.
William S. Hart's Place
Is New England Colonial
Up the road a little piece is the home of
William S. Hart, New England colonial,
shingled and white, one of the plainest
and most agreeable places we saw We
we're told that the appropriate thing for
tourists to say when they reach this point
ON the grand tour Is: "Just like Bill, isn't
it?" On the other side of the boulevard is
the mansion of Pauline Frederick with an
expanse of lawn costing fortune to main
tain in California. The house is OF stucco,
cream tinted red tiled, formal looking.
The estate OF Edward l.. Doheny, oil man,
penetrates canyon mot far from Miss
Fredericks home, but frieze of eucalyp-
tus hides 1t from public view. In the same
neighborhood Nine. Nazimova has yellow
citadel
Passing out of Hollywood without my
knowing IL we were in Beverly Hills. Its
general tone is like that of the highest
priced parts of Great Neck, Long Island.
or Upper Mountain avenue, in Montclair,
N. J. 1t is all private residences except
the Beverly Hills Hotel, where, was told,
Rupert Hughes and some of the picture
stars lived and spent their leisure in rid
ing, golf and contemplation OF La Brea
fields, the enfolding mountains and the
Pacific flashing eight miles away Charles
Ray has a tidy thatched roof, box hedged
English cottage in Beverly Hills. Will
Rogers Is bringing up his three children
close to his swimming pool when in Cali
fornia But every little while he has to
leave the pool and go dripping to the front
gate to say. Yes they live right up that
road" to tourists before they have a chance
to tell him that they are looking for the
place where Doug and Mary live. Home
spun Will Rogers, strange TO say, has a
tremendous house, with an acre or so of
pillared porch and no end of formal gar
denfng and all that
The road up the hill to the Fair
banks-Pickford house is nothing to brag
of. It is steep mountain grade, wide
enough for only one car and paved at one
time, full of potholes. The tradition is
taat Mr. Fairbanks had the holes dug in
order to discourage trippers. They flock
ur the hill, roll on the lawn and snapshot
everything. One especially numerous
flock of them gathered on the lawn one
afternoon just after the two stars returned
from their honeymoon. They shouted
Speech, speechl"
Good heavens, what shall we do?" said