Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1929-03-11

HOLLYWOOD, Calf. March IL
You can be q great actor or actress
n the rest of the world--you can be
shining star in the movie nrmanieii'
50 far as the public is concerned; nat
to the family you are just mama or
napa or whatever 1t may be.
The best story of the week goes 10
Pat O'Malley, who sent his family 10
see him in the premiere OF movie LII
which he had an excellent part. Inc
children were restless. Mrs. OMaiiey
had all she could do to keep them
quiet. Finally she asked:
"What Is the matter with you?
Aren't you enjoying the movie? isn't
papa wonderful? IT.,
1Oh. papa's all right, guess" said
a small, red-headed OMaiiey IN very
bored tone. But when are they going
to take him off and let krazy-kat come
on? That's what want to know"
Arthur Caesar has received his final
salute from the studio which has been
hanging on his every word these weeks
past.
Nobody can discover the feet of clay
in an author god quicker than a Holly
wood supervisor. Caesar says the dis
coyery is often traced back to wrong
head movement.
Il shook mine laterally when should
have nodded it up and down." he re-
marked.
Caesar will probably be nodding or
| negating in another cannery shortly.
/ He has the reputation of Springing
more original lines than any man who
has come colonyward these many
| months.
| Now hash has entered the social
| scheme of movieland and is causing no
| end of a furore. And not only with
| the digestive apparatus. The girl who
did it all is Lucille Webster. She started
| the do-as-you-please party.
| She gave a luncheon, and directly
afterWard the ladies present found they
! could either play bridge, have their
| hair shampooed and dry 1t in the sun
shine of the patio, sit and chat or go
on to another engagement.
Lucille Webster is like that. Holly
wood thinks it is, but it takes girl
with the courage of her convictions to
live up to it. One big producer who
| has cherished a secret yen for hash had
|
! bourgeois, and it was banned from the
daily menu after they made their first
million.
On the Harold Lloyd lot, watching
| the chap who has made clean comedy
pay!
it's perpetual old-home week at Halls
| studio. The men who are making the
present picture were shooting movies
with Lloyd dozen years ago. They'll
| be carrying on for score more If
they do what's right, and live to see
that many years.
Harry Brooks. little comedian who
contributed laughs to some of the old
short comedies Lloyd made. Is at work
today. He Is almost blind, despite the
| efforts of some of the finest eyemen N
this country. Brooks was injured in
| fall some years ago, and since then the
light has been growing DINNER and
DINNER.
Not that he feels 1t that way The
sympathy he receives is the rough,
gruff, magnificent camaraderie which
men give to men. Brooks knows every
one, on the set by the way they kick
him. 1t wrings their hearts to see him
passing through the doors of darkness,
but they say no word. He carries on
as though nothing had happened Is
cast in every picture. And the gang
go on kicking him as they did in the
old days.
He never misses in guessing who It Is.
In a village where tales are turned
out in celluloid as evenly ground as the
soutput of a spaghetti factory, where
profit often displaces pity. and lust for