In Hollywood A Starlet Is

Out Of The Thousand Writers Huffing And Puffing Through Movieland There Are Scarcely Fifty Men And Women Of Wit Or Talent. The Rest Of The Fraternity Is Deadwood. Yet, In A Curious Way, There Is Not Much Difference Between The Product Of A Good Writer And A Bad One. They Both Have To Toe The Same Mark.

Out Of The Seventy Movies I've Written Some Ten Of Them Were Not Entirely Waste Product.

In The Court Of The Movie Owner, None Criticized, None Doubted. And None Dared Speak Of Art. In The Owner's Mind Art Was A Synonym For Bankruptcy. The Movie Owners Are The Only Troupe In The History Of Entertainment That Has Never Been Seduced By The Adventure Of The Entertainment World.

Much More Frequent In Hollywood Than The Emergence Of Cinderella Is Her Sudden Vanishing. At Our Party, Even In Those Glowing Days, The Clock Was Always Striking Twelve For Someone At The Height Of Greatness; And There Was Never A Prince To Fetch Her Back To The Happy Scene.

I Have Known A Number Of Don Juans Who Were Good Studs And Who Cavorted Between The Sheets Without A Psychiatrist To Guide Them. But Most Of The Busy Love-makers I Knew Were Looking For Masculinity Rather Than Practicing It. They Were Fellows Of Dubious Lust.