_When I’m dead bury me deep,_
_Bury me in the middle of St. Peter street;_
_Put my hands across my chest_
_And tell the girls I’ve gone to rest._
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_“What a curve,” said the garter, as it came around the last stretch._
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Many a girl who never had her ears pierced has frequently had them bored.
_Movie Hot Stuff_
Mrs. Juanita M. Cohen has filed a heart-balm suit for $50,000 against
Jackie Saunders for the loss of the love and affection of J. Warde Cohen,
her husband. Jackie affirms that Mr. Cohen has no love for his wife and
that no pretty stranger can steal anything which doesn’t exist. Jackie
and her lawyers cite several scenes that have taken place between the
Cohens, all to prove that the little God Eros was not about. Rather a
clever way to turn the matter about, Jackie!
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At several recent parties and dinners attended by film stars and given
since the Arbuckle affair has been disclosed, the picture people have not
refused cocktails or wine offered by the host. The picture people have
been drinking their cocktails with a bit of defiance as if to show the
world that “there are plenty of us who can drink with moderation and do
nothing to hurt our neighbor or disgrace the community.”
Before prohibition made such conditions imperative, all of us might have
thought the party a bit too free and careless if drinks were served in
hotel bedrooms and prelude parties to hotel dinners given on the upper
floors. For those who still believe in the free rights of the individual,
hotel bedroom drinking is the only kind allowed by law. Perhaps if the
Arbuckle party had been allowed to order their drinks in a hotel lobby or
tea-room, the tragedy of Miss Rappe’s death would never have occurred.
At any rate, let it be said that at two large dinner parties given since
the Arbuckle affair, the film people drank with decorum and several
Pasadena and Los Angeles millionaire society men were the ones laid out
to “rest and recuperate!”
Another party planned to take place on a yacht equipped with “orchid and
rose suites,” promising to border on the near dangerous, was declined by
a number of prominent Hollywood stars. The party took place without the
film folk, there being plenty of fast folk in the society set to attend
who had no professional reputation to protect.
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The divorce case of the Charles Kenyons developed into an Alphonse and
Gaston affair. Charlie Kenyon is the author of the successful play
“Kindling” and has written many photoplays for the Fox and Goldwyn
studios at which he has been employed.
During the hotly contested divorce suit, both accused the other of
desertion. Mrs. Kenyon testified that when her husband came home late at
night and she upbraided him concerning the matter, he said he would have
to live his own life and if he couldn’t live it there, he would have to
go somewhere else. Therefore, Kenyon deserted.
Kenyon, on the other hand, said that his wife deserted him because her
actions and treatment of him made going away the only possibly manly act.
Quite a paradox for you isn’t it, Judge?
Mrs. Kenyon has previously divorced two husbands. It is said that Kenyon
remained a bachelor several years while he waited for the present Mrs.
Kenyon to free herself from her last husband and marry him.
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H. H. Waters, scenario writer, was found clad only in a suit of pajamas,
the other morning just outside the Hollywood Hotel. He was unconscious
and bleeding profusely. The names of the other picture folk who attended
the party have been kept under cover.
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Our Guv’ment’s too annoying! The whole blasted Pacific fleet has been
back in Los Angeles harbor since September without a movie guest aboard!
You see there’s some sort of a board of inspection from Washington going
over the nuts and bolts, and its been considered tactful to keep the milk
on the table and cover the Victrola!
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While Doug and Mary were recovering from a tremendous ovation in London
and were receiving a similar welcome in Gay Paree, Charlie Chaplin native
Englishman, was being slapped by the press of his native land. The London
Post, for example, says this:
“Charlie Chaplin was good enough to remark on the sadness of the faces of
the Londoners he met in his walks. Well, we went through a bit of a war
while Charlie was in Los Angeles.”
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Going, Going, Gone!
When the rye is in the meadow
And the corn is in the shock
And your cellar’s dry as powder
And your diamonds all in hock,
When the gin is all in Holland
And the home brew knocked sky-high
Oh, tell me Captain Billy
When the milk weed’s going dry.
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