Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1924-12-28

Not going to Bermuda"
But where are you going, then?"
Hollywood"
Hollywood! In heavens name,
what for?"
THAT little girl" explained libby,
patiently. you sec"
But what can you do about her?'
, "She oughtn't to be in pictures
But you don't even know her
name"
II know who made the picture. It's
new, She must be there"
But / thought"
Never think. Jimmy. I've decided
to marry her."
Now Jimmy laid down his knife and
Caught on the rebound, eh? And
caught good"
That's inelegant."
You're a nut. Plumb crazy"
I'm going to mary her" So it was
settled
| 1t was like libby TO take the
twenty-hour limited to Chicago. He
did everything lavishly and with an
air. Jimmy informed the office that
the erratic genius was not wholly out
of touch and secured permission to
| cigarette case in seal leather. with a
Using man, the boss, with personality
and the human touch.
Are you sure you've got money
enough?" Jimmy asked anXiously, It
the train gate.
Never. old thing. But the Jewels
| brought eight hundred and fifty. It'll
help" He slapped his pocket. and was
gone.
THE Limited to Los Angeles is lit
l. tie cosmos. Every traveller. set
Ting as comfortably as may be at
Chicago for the long journey, eyes
curiously every other. Beautiful pic
ture stars, with maids and managers
and even husbands, ride IN secluded
compartments, but enter the dining
| car with a demurely conspicuous
sense of greatness. In other com
partments camera. men and scenario
| writer's play poker. Globe trotters,
invalids and Western realtors meet
and speak. In the club smoking car
men exchange cigars and tell
stories. In the observation car at the
other end of the train parents con
f1de regarding their children, and
young people firt.
But the languid, dangling young man
smoked his own cigarettes in utter
detachment and spoke to no one. He
sat alone, sketching in pencil on a
pad-always the head of a delicately
charming girl, with straight nose
and a finely curving forehead. .-
Hollywood, A fiat valley under
abrupt hanging hills. A long and
wide avenue. Buildings only two and
three stories high. Trolley cars.
Crowds of automobiles. A camera
man on the curb grinding out a scene
for comedy, while a fat director
in puttees shouted through a mega
phone and a few idle boys looked on.
Real estate offices. Drug stores.
mobile showrooms. Photographers.
Shining banks. all glass and mahog-
any. Great quiet studio Enclosures
on side streets with scaffolding and
tawdry painted scenery rising above
tight fences. Long studio buildings
with glass roofs on steel frames.
Everywhere glaring sunshining, but a
chill in the shaded places. Every
where quiet and order.
A hotel of Spanish shape. set away
from the avenue behind a crescent
drive and fat, short palms. A long
verarR1a, all rocking chairs. Old ladies
placidly knitting, Young men read
ing the afternoon papers. Children
playing. 1t might have been Iowa.
a Spanish tinged Iowa with palms.
Extraordinary! Tibby's broken heart
quickened with interest. So the wicked
Hollywood was a paradox Fine. He
liked paradoxes. And the zest of a
quaint and secret game was in him.
But his face was blank as he signed the
register and followed a uniformed Fill
Pine student to his room-a simple
room with plainly calcimined walls.
Amusing to decorate those walls.
The Filipino accepted a quarter
and went out. Might as well begin
the decorating now. He threw coat
and hat on the bed opened his suit
case and rummaged for some crayons.
He selected a spot on the wall beside
the mirror and nearly opposite the
head OF the bed, and there swiftly
sketched the head of that girl. He
could have done it with his eyes
shut. The lines and planes of the
face were as clear in his minds eye
as il she stood before him.
He wandered, a solitary figure.
about Hollywood. Moons he stood
outside the Gorky-Lane Studio for
there the picture was made that had
drawn him across continent. That
picture, He had forgotten the name
of it. No matter. The cowboys had
arrived in time. He watched the pic
ture folk coming out on their way
to Misunderstanding heroes of empty
but naughty mien. trained animals,
directors, sinuous exquisite actresses,
child actors, continuity writers, all
sorts swarms of them.
He found that the select lunched
at Franks over on the boulevard, and
went there. They crowded in there
heroes, writers and stars, many in
costume and makeup. There was
v,-,k f,-Nr,
table to table But she never appeared.
A young man opened conversation
late one afternoon on the hotel We
randa. The man lent him paper.