Little Shannon Day, a Ziegfeld Folly girl, is out west playing in a Lasky picture. Monte Katterjohn, Lasky scenario writer has been seen with Miss Shannon very frequently during the past two years, both in New York and in Hollywood. He went so far as to take her to a formal Authors League Dinner last year and the speeches and the minutes of the meeting and the pleas for unpaid dues were such a tax on Shannon’s mind that she was caught dropping off to sleep many times before the tiresome evening was over. “I can’t see nothing to authors” quotes Shannon as she smoothes a new dress which Mamma Dolly of the famous Dolly Sisters team made for her just before she left New York.

While Geraldine Farrar stayed in Southern California last month, fulfilling her concert engagements she kept herself much secluded in her bungalow at the Hotel Maryland in Pasadena. Her parents were with her. Many of her former friends in the film colony attempted to see her in vain and it is surmised that Miss Farrar wished to keep to herself until the matter of her pending divorce from Lou Tellegen has either been granted or repatched.

The weekly calendar of a well known church in Los Angeles printed the following questions soon after the Arbuckle affair spread itself forth in the newspapers:

“What would you do if you were in Mr. Arbuckle’s predicament?”

“Is this a day of judgment for the movies?”

“Was Miss Virginia Rappe of aristocratic blood?”

“How much do we know of Henry Lehrman, the lover of Miss Rappe?”

Another wedding in the Pickford family is predicted. It is whispered that Lottie Pickford is soon to marry Alan Forrest, popular and handsome young leading man of the films. Lottie Pickford was formerly Mrs. Rupp, wife of a Los Angeles broker, whom she divorced about two years ago.

She Had Mud On Her Shoes

He (driving up to the curb)—Hello, little girl, wanta go for a ride?

Sweet Thing—Nothing doing, I’m walking home from one now.

She—“I wish God had made me a boy.”

He—“He did. I’m he.”

Old Stuff

A stranger, walking along the road, passed an old darkey. He began talking with him and found out that he had known George Washington.

“I suppose you remember when Washington crossed the Delaware?” he asked.

“’Deed, boss, I steered dat boat,” was the reply.

“And do you remember when he took a hack at that cherry tree?”

“’Deed I do,” the darkey replied, “’case I drove that hack myself.”

Rastus Johnsing Says

Ah’s so tough ah scratches de enamel off de tub when ah takes a bafth.

Sing It In High Tenor

Thousands of lonely women are staring at faded photographs when they might be kissing the faces of children.