Evening star., 1935-09-20

r VOLLYWOOD, Calf, September
- 19.-You don't amount to
row of beans out here this
n week if you don't go to the
Pacific Southwest tennis matches at
the Los Angeles Athletic Club. Holly
wood pageantry here assumes stupen-
dous proportions. Stars dangle from
every box. And if you don't know that
the strong, silent couple up there in
the front row behind those very dark
glasses are the Gary Coopers then
you'd better go home.
Hollywood stages one of these ath-
letic shindigs better than most towns,
If it was later in the day you'd think
1t was a motion picture premiere.
Harriet Parsons has a movie camera
smack at the entrance preventing even
Mr.. Mickey Mouse from Sneaklng out
without being photographed. Miss
Parsons is very pleased about the turn
out. Shaking with excitement she
says: I'VE think we've discovered
Katherine Hepburn" The fact that
1t is Janet Gaynor doesn't matter
much-for in the next jiffy Margeret
SULLIVAN has appeared in large blue
hat, knocking dead the scores of for
eigr tennis PLAYERS who have never
seen so many "HollyWoo-ood" celebri-
ties in their lives.
The tennis is, of course. the least OF
it. Even if MeSsrs Bulge, Shields,
Allison and Hines are on the court.
their brilliant swipes over and into the
net get only casual inspection. Mr..
Shields sensational exhibition match
with the Czech, MenZes, is watched
mostly because young Mr.. Shields has
contract with M-G-M and one Of
these days may break out as new
kind of Gable.
Every time a new star appears in
the stands the entire stand turns
around with an "ah" and a "oh"
and a bet as to who her escort may
be. Miss Gaynor didn't get to first
that was either Mr.. B with her or
Mr. X-and it wasn't until row z
had positively identified the man as
some sort of a cousin of hers that
the stands faced about and watched
the tennis again. Since Miss Kay
Stammers was playing at that mo-
ment there was eloquent silence. She
happens to be very good looking. A
murniur soon arose: Couldn't she,
maybe, perhaps wangle a screen test
If she wants one?
DURING the intermissions the
cameras had their fill. We Won
dered what the swiftly mounting roar
had to do with the price of eggs when
We were advised to look straight ahead
of us. A tall, dark man in a gray
suit, brown shirt and green hat with
a small feather stuck in the back of
. it was trying to fight his way out of
the stands. He wasn't making much
progress. Each step of his seemed to
be stymied by some female who in
sisted on stepping his way. "Gable!"
said a breathless Brunhilde next to
us, giving her all almost in that one
word, "Gable!"-and with that she
practically fell out of her chair, clutch
ing a beaded purse and her heart at
the same time.
Mr.. Gable, frankly, had a helluva-
time getting out of there. When he
did, he rushed to the refreshment
counter and had himself an orange
ade. Even then he didn't get very
far before he was surrounded by
friends and their sisters, cousins and
aunts.
The stars knew, of course, that
when they rushed for that orangeade
that they would also be rushing into
the teeth of another camera. Out
here it's a poor day if you only get
photographed a couple of times Even
those who were less anxious to be
snapped and hid under those large
blue umbrellas on the clubs terrace
found nice little men poking their
faces up under the umbrellas saying,
"Would you mind very much if :"
Nobody really minded. Except a