Mildred Harris

The Editor By Marion hollywood beautiful little suburb of los angeles and famous as america's leading movie hot-house is running pretty nowadays with its many wondrous autos and oh those numerous and naughty little palpitating bungalow intrigues the mary pickford doug fairbanks romance is almost old stuff with mary and doug on a bit of a honeymoon in new york and london while forty eleven representatives of the daily papers accompanied them as far as arizona to watch the moki indians get their first glimpse of the screen one of the merriest rumors just now extant regards another member of the pickford family to wit lottie lottie is a live wire in the parlance of the country clubs and cafs in southern california until the pro hispore down the word country club meant one of the nightly places of revelry stretched all the way from vernon to the beach these places are somewhat on the blink now but it has been known that a stray shot in the arm has been seen to take effect in fact a wagon load recently was taken to the police station from vernon but getting back to lottie for a considerable number of moons the night-black eyes of mary's sister beamed favorably upon a certain handsome apollo of the screen it wasn't a case of wherever mary went the boy was sure to go it was a case of wherever lottie went she took the boy along at ball games country clubs bungalow dances midnight revelries lottie and her lad were together then came dame rumour and she is a busy dame in these parts lottie's man was playing with another so far as the public was concerned that was about all there was to it but know ye that fatty arbuckle roscoe he wishes to be called as of late rented the handsome home on west adams street formerly occupied by thea de barra in fact it is said that fatty sleeps in the vampire's bed which may or may not weave his dreams with vampires and their dangerous moods fatty recently gave a party he gives lots of them there were picture girls galore and the wine flowed red and every other way for roscoe is no derelict of a host It didn't take twenty-four hours for Dame Rumer and her children to scatter the news that there was some ruction among the Janes out to Arbuckle's joint last night.

Just how it started was lost in the hurry of getting down to the absolute certainty that Lottie Pickford and another girl staged one of the prettiest scrapes seen since Charlie Chaplin tried to lick his wife's manager at the Alexandria Hotel recently.

In fact, the efforts of Charlie as a pugilist are said to have been nil compared with the flavor that Lottie and her rival put up.

It wasn't exactly Lottie's rival either, so the story goes.

If it didn't cost that much, it sure looks it.

Thousands of people viewed the monstrosity for a week in the windows of the motor works where it was turned out.

of course the machine is simply to be used as an ad for the prolific fat some of the last words in autos have been seen around here but they all faded to a sickly measly brown when arbuckle's came into prominence arbuckle says he intends dazzling broadway with it what may help some if he uses it in new york is the license number which was displayed while the car stood on exhibition here the number was six o six united artists the big four and associated directors are familiar terms here speaking of united artists we must pause at the mention of charlie chaplin and mildred harris they are not united not so anyone can notice shortly after their marriage last year the doll-like little mildred and her mother were the observed of all the observers at the fashionable st catherine hotel the wrigley's island palace at catalina wistful indeed appeared the little girl as she sat day after day gazing across the pacific blue whence fly the famous chaplain hydroplanes from the mainland the hydroplanes are a venture of sid charlie is not in on the deal though he makes the air trip occasionally but never did charlie appear to the knowledge of the vastly interested hotel habitu ever with her slender keen-looking mother the bride waited in vain for her friends friends always spread bad news whispered that something was wrong the st catherine seemed a haven welcome or not of disconsolate women on the broad veranda sat the woman discarded by earl williams inquisitive society dames raised their very proper eyebrows as they passed and the mournful-looking girl appeared as lonesome as any girl could feel even though earl had through his lawyers handed over a settlement admitted to be at least forty thousand Charlie Chaplin has all the earmarks of a rather distraught young man.

He lives at the Los Angeles Athletic Club.