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John Gilbert–Jim Tully feud

Sunday, October 9th, 2011

FROM THE HEADLINES

John Gilbert and Jim Tully bout stirs Los Angeles

 

 

  

Los Angeles Evening Herald
February 11, 1930

 

Hollywood today awaited the next flare-up in the John Gilbert-Jim Tully feud.

 

And while Hollywood awaited, details of a fist fight staged by the pair in a Hollywood restaurant several days ago was coming to light, indicated that Tully, redheaded author, had knocked the screen star down and had scored a decision over him in the presence of Gilbert’s wife, Ina Claire.

 

Gilbert, now vacationing at Palm Springs, refused to discuss the fight at length except to state tersely: “I don’t care to talk about it. I only did what any man would have done in the circumstances.”

 

Which was almost the same the same thing Tully said, but the author added: “I did what you’d do if a man came charging across a room at you. I simply got up and knocked him down.”

 

But “ringsiders” and friends recounted the “blow by blow” report of the fight. Tully, they said, was having a midnight lunch at a table with Miss May Cruze, sister of director James Cruze, and Nicholas Kelly.

 

Gilbert, Miss Claire and Sid Grauman entered the cafe.

 

Two years ago, Tully had written “unfriendly” words in a story of Gilbert’s life, appearing in a nationally known magazine, and bad feeling was known to exist between the two.

 

According to witnesses, Gilbert deposited his coat and then saw Tully seated at the table. With a shout, the romantic star, dashed across the room, it was said.

 

Tully arose and struck him in the face, flooring Gilbert. Then friends separated the pair, and Gilbert left in a few minutes, joined by his wife.

 

TWO DAYS LATER…

Jack Gilbert, screen star, may have been down as the result of one of author Jim Tully’s “roundhouse swings.” But he insists he never was “licked.”

 

Gilbert emerged from temporary seclusion at Palm Springs today to tell the world that his head, target of Tully’s punch in a Hollywood cafe last week, may have been bloody, but it’s still unbowed.

 

“I’m not saying what I’ll do the next time we meet,” Gilbert said. “If I should feel at that moment as I did the other night, there’ll be another fight. I hope to have better luck next time. I made a mistake rushing him. It put me at a disadvantage.”

 

Tully scoffed at Gilbert’s latest defy.

 

“He’s always at a disadvantage when he tackles me,” the author said. “I learned to fight where brickbats were daisies. If Gilbert had gone to that school he wouldn’t have survived to become a motion picture star.”

 

Tully siad he “was fond of Jack, but Gilbert had no sense of humor.”

 

Gilbert declined to predict when his next meeting with Tully would take place. He also denied he was “in training” at the Palm Springs resort, where he is vacationing with his wife, Ina Claire.

 

Ringside reports that Gilbert was the aggressor in the cafe fight were corroborated today by Miss May Cruze, sister of director James Cruze, who was with Tully and Nicholas Kelly when the fight started.

 

“Jack started it, all right,” Miss Cruze said. “He and Miss Claire and Sid Grauman came in and Jack started making passes at Jim. I think he missed four times. Then Jim hit him and he went down. Men stopped the fight, but Jack seemed willing to go on.”

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Celebrity Christmas Cards

Friday, December 24th, 2010

HAPPY HOLIDAYS

Hollywood Christmas Cards

 

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By Alma Whitaker
Christmas 1928

 

Christmas Eve round the fire – opening joyous piles of Christmas cards. Perhaps not quite so many utterly luxurious ones from Hollywood this year – because, oh, well, the “talkies” and other things have marred the prosperity of a few.

 

Five beautiful religious ones. Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner (Louise Dresser) send an exquisite Madonna and Babe, with lambs, against a Holy Land background, the whole giving a church window effect. Mr.  and Mrs. Antonio Moreno, a blissful Holy Baby, seemingly sleeping in a celestial spotlight. Ramon Novarro an impressionistic version of the Madonna and Babe, outlined in heavy blue with golden haloes. John Boyce Smith, a white embossed view of the Holy Land, with camels and donkeys, palms and mosques, against a golden sky.

 

Lina Basquette, a snow mountain against a black sky, with two elongated emaciated sleighers floating down it. Doris Dawson, gilded Christmas trees against a turquoise sky and an unknown animal. Mr. and Mrs. Edmund Lowe, two elongated attenuated dancers on a few blue leaves.

 

Tec-Art Studios go in for heavy parchment, a terra cotta city and a palm higher than a church steeple. Billie Dove and Irving Willat send three emaciated reindeer racing down a black rainbow across a purple sky, with a yellow moon. Fanchon Royer’s card, red on silver, shows a very Mephistophelian gentleman apparently making offerings to some Christmas candles. Warner Baxter goes in for black and gold voluptuous architecture against a gray sky striped with red and gold.

 

Elegant simplicity is favored by Dick Barthelmess – white embossed crest on an expensive white background, and no vulgar originality about the greeting. Bebe Daniels has a gold crest on aristocratic gray, winged griffin rampant, motto, “Semper Paratus.” Mr. and Mrs. Samuel Goldwyn’s crest on gold and red is made up of a red S and gold G. Lois Weber and Harry Gantz send chaste open-work greetings in gold. William Cowan and Leonore Coffee’s crest is apparently a fist with a laurel wreath – motto, “Invictus maneo.” Estelle Taylor leaves Jack [Dempsey] off her cards and sends “Estelle” laced into a tulip leaf.

 

Now we come to the intentionally comic. Distinctive among these is a regular bill poster from James Cruze and Betty Compson, filled with naughty caricatures of their guests. That one deserves a story all to itself. Every kind of guest gets a dirty dig – the one who drinks too much, stays too late, sits on good chairs in wet bathing suits, makes tactless remarks, ruins flower beds, et al. Well, the only time they invited me, they forgot – and had already dined. I’m going to get a naughty one out on hosts one of these days.

 

Johnny Hines pictures himself playing golf and shouting “Fore” – “for good times”… which, really now, might be telling ‘em to get out of the way. Colleen Moore, made up as Topsy, is gazing woefully at us from a green card, and the greeting properly Topsyish – in Colleen’s own hand-writing. Katherine Albert sends greetings in ten languages – but no English. Francine and Morse Mason come violently cubistic and very nude. The Milton Sills send three pairs of socks on a laundry line – ostensibly belonging to Milton, Doris and Baby. Dorothy Yost and Dwight Cummings give us a Christmas scenario of ourselves. Ida Koverman could not resist a touch of politics – big candles, elephants, amongst the persiflage, on wrapping paper. Some of the other “comic” ones are a trifle labored, so we won’t expose them.

 

And then come the pile of the simple little ordinary cards – the kind I send myself. Some of them with darling little personal messages, all of them sweetly sentimental, some of them home-made – every whit as precious as the expensive, gorgeous ones. Most of those listed above are frightfully stylish, and came in envelopes as grand as the cards themselves. I counted fifteen that cost over 10 cents postage!

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