Life — September 22, 1927 — page 12: what you’re looking at

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und Hollywood, of OSIN’ N which 1’ been doin’ a lot lately, is mighty interestin’, There's more comin’s an’ goin's an’ doin’s and not doin's in Hollywood than any place I know of. At the present writin’, I'm a Paris-bachelor, my wife an’ family havin’ decided to sojourn for the summer in that quict and nerve- restorin’ city, which explains why I have a little nosin’ around time en my own account. the Montmartre, the picture town's arted my nosin’ by droppin’ in at most popular catin'=place an’ run by a young feller named Eddie Brandstatter. The Montmartre—pronounced in six different ways—is located in the center of Hollywood, on Hollywood Boulevard and within easy hallooin’ distance from Sid Grauman’s Egyptian Theatre—the gyp part representin’ the price of tick Son openin’ nights—and Sid's new Chinese ‘Theatre, now appropriately 8 a-showin’ a Biblical picture It’s about as far north of Los An- geles proper as the Montmartre district of Paris is north of the Champs-Elysées of that great city. ‘VE always entertained a sneakin’ admiration for the candor of Eddic Brandstatter in namin’ his pla a couple of years ago, while in Paris, | learned from a waiter what Montmartre really stood for, It seems it originally was Mons since Martyrum—"“mons” meanin’ hill —and famed in history as the scene, about the year of the martyrdom of St. Denis—first Bishop of P and his three companions. ‘That's why Eddie picked the name, You come into his place with three companions —usually female—pay the check an’ if your name ain't Denis an’ you ain't a martyr, [I pul with you, only Eddie don’t slip any halos along with the check, like the original Denis gent got when he settled. If payin’ checkS in the Montmartre en titles anybody to a halo, I sure got one with a couple or three rings in it * to me. About lunch time, Eddie's place is the greatest round-up on the I Coast. At the tables, there are more moving picture long horns, short horns, cows and heifers with no horns at all, branded and unbranded strays, wanderin’ steers, and un- claimed ranch stock, than can be found in any other part of Holly- wood. All the picture folks, from the nd great to the almost big an’ the almost great, drop in. Aside from the movie crowd, which pre- dominates, there's always a throng The Montmartre of Hollywood By Tom Mix a-doin’ California for the summer an’ visit the Los Montmartre with the same keen interest of seein’ something terrible that the simple picture folks of Hollywood evince when they pay a hundred franes ad- mission to see the famous Dead Rat catin’-place in the Montmartre of Paris. The presidin’ genius of the Montmartre, next to Eddie, is a quiet-lookin’ young chap who shows you to your seat and whom the regulars know as Alphonse. He always smiles deftly an’ says “Oui, M’'sieu,” no matter what question you ask. Along with the rest, I got in the habit of callin’ him Alphonse until the other day I was sneakin’ in the back way, like a lot of the wise boys do tow f © sure a certain seat, and passed through a portion of the kitehen, I heard some one like.” “Has any one seen Mike Kelly?” yells 1 cook's assistant. “Here he comes,” says some one an’ I discover the aforesaid Alphonse and Mike Kelly arc one an’ the same person. Now, [| don't know what to call him. Tf 1 call him) Mike in front of company, I stand a good chance of getting throwed out. callin TPUERE'S a lot of private parkin’ places in the Mont- rtre dinin 0 som. One is known as the bachelor’s table; another is occupied by a bunch of young picture women, where each “pays her own"—a sort of Dutch treat table. One day [ was seated near this tab! couldn't help observin’ the amount of their checks. N touched higher than six bits. All seemed to be on a diet or usin’ a reducin’ system. The day followin’, four of “em came in about the same time I did, and as their table was filled up, I invited ‘em to have lunch with me. ot a good grip on the Was any of ‘em reducin’? ‘They menu and the waiter wore out ty down what the four ordered, then he slipped me a check for $31.85. Another time an elderly and plainly un- married schoolteacher from Burroak, Iowa, slipped hy an’ appropriated a seat at the bachelor’s table, As had the whole place to herself, none of the in’ willin’ to sit there, as ad pencils a-writin’ a result shi boys. be they were afraid they'd be ac- cused of fetchin’ her in. ‘There's a table over in one far | corner (Please turn to page 36) of visitin’ brothers and sisters from “THEY GoT A GooD GRIP ON THE MENU,” WRITES MR. MIX, “AND THE WAITER Hog Eye, Texas, Red Dog, Arizona, Work OUT TWO LEAD PENCILS A-WRITIN’ DOWN WHAT THE POUR ORDERED. an’ scatterin’ points in Towa, who THEN HE SLIPPED MEA CHECK POR F31.85,." ————— comicbooks.com