KAROLD LLOYD'S LAUGH.

Auckland Star, Volume LIX, Issue 261, 3 November 1928, Page 5 (Supplement)

KAROLD LLOYD'S LAUGH.

GOLF WITH THE COMEDIAN. BEAUTIFUL PRIVATE LINKS. MEETING FOREIGN STARS. (By D. M. MONTGOMERY.) (Copyright to the "Auckland Star.")

Harold Lloyd topped the list of money makers in Hollywood last year with two millions, and he celebrated his amazing success by starting out to build a new home. He aeked me up to lunch and golf wtih a party. The house wasn't built, but the golf course was completed —a beautiful course, varied by tree* and

a canoe course running with a cool ripple between low banks through the entire links. We Punched at a long table in the open, waited on by men servants in white. It was a "stag" party —a round dozen of us. Doug. Fairbanks, who had only recently taken up golf and was very pleased with a mighty swipe of a drive he had hit, told us a good story of his visit to Spain with Mary. A friend had arranged for them to be presented to King Alphonso. The friend was impressive. He spoke of an "audience," and suggested that in the few minutes it would last Doug, would have time to say something appropriate about America's great debt to Spain, which discovered the land. So Doug, thought out something like a little public speech and on the appointed day they walked up, Doug, and Mary, between a line of 200 courtiers, all in the most goregous attire. The King stood at the end of the long throne room. Arrived at the foot of the throne, Doug, took a deep breath to begin his serious speech about the great debt America owed, etc., but before he could begin the royal hand came down on his shoulder. "What" asked King Alphonso eagerly, "has become of Fatty Arbuckle?' Harold Lloyd is a modest fellow. He doesn't go about much. He likes hie homes, on the beach and in Hollywood, and his friends—his wife, Gloria, the big Great Dane and the wire-haired terrier. Greta Garbo, the tall and graceful Swedish star whom Jack Gilbert fell in love with while they were making a picture together, does not go about much. She is very young, \alf child, half woman, and very temperamental; rather stubborn too, I gathered. I saw her on the film before I met her. They • showed me a few reels of her unfinished picture up at the Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer studio. They said that she had the greatest sex allure of any star acting to-day, and I think they are I right. I don't think she knows it, quite. But there is something wonder--1 ful about her face, all the poetry and I tenderness in the world in her langour- ' ous blue eyes. She just looks, and men fall. They say that she is the siren incarnate. But she has a touch of northern sentiment in her. She wants to be a heroine, and get applause for noble deeds. And there has been some trouble about that. They were turning her into an American girl when I was over there She had never ridden. She was not sporting; she did not "do things." So they fixed up for her to take riding lessons, tennis lessons, dancing lessons and the rest. And one bright morning I saw her in an American-style bathing suit, rolled silk socks and running shoes, taking a sprint under the eye of Cromwell, the Californian 'varsity coach. Jetta Goudal, another of Hollywood's exotics —but French, this one—sat next to me at lunch at a party of De Mille's. I was honoured by an invitation to tea later on. She told me a little more about herself. She had no confidants, no friends. "Always you will see me alone," she said, "at dinner 1 bring a cK>ol# to the restaurant. At first I tried to have what they call 'a goo' time.' I went out with a crowd, I listened to their gossip, I watched them drink and dance and laugh ver' loud. I could , have wept, with boredon.. Now I spend my evenings in my hotel room— alone." "I suppose you will marry sometime," I suggested. She shook her head. "I must not let myself love, now, while I am acting. Love and work, they do not go together." The noon sunshine streamed througn the restaurant windows. I found her age hard to guess. She can play a child with long curls, or an adventuress. She laughs and claps her hands gleefully 'at something amusing. The next moment she is withdrawn, aloof, and her green eyes, hard, weary, seem to hold all the knowledge of all the a*ea. A very remarkable woman. She talked for two hours and she talked well. What her family was, what her childhood was likt, how she became an actress, whether she has ever been in love, I know not.

Hoot Gibson is camping out in Chicago as the honoured guest of Tex Austin's Chicago Rodeo. Gibson will make scenes there for his feature, "King of the Rodeo," by B. M. Bowers.

Charlie Murray has the role of a policeman in "Do Your Duty." In "The Head Man" he is lifted to the dignity of politics and graft, and in a series of .hilarious situations proves that even > tome politicians are funny.