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A Suave Hostess in the Governor's Home, The Thought of the / City Hall Turned Her Cold / jtW -v /’ ■■ i V-i 11# YOUTHFUL HOSTESS When Her Mother Fell ill, Suzanne Pollard (Now Mrs. Boatwright) Offi ciated Formally in Her Stead. This Photo of Mrs. Boatwright in Evening Clothes Was Taken at That Time. TOOK TO HER HEELS "Hand in hand, the sweethearts proceeded to the Richmond City Hall. They were just outside the door of the Marriage License Bureau when Sue's tremors returned. ‘Oh, Herbert,' she moaned, ‘1 can't go through with it.’ And, turning, she fled back to the mansion, leaving her fiance to do the job.”— Drawing by Artist Paul Frehm of the Episode in which Miss Pollard, Daughter of the Governor of Virginia, and Herbert Boatwright Figured Recently. warm wmn BRIDAL BEAMS Snapshot* of the Newlywed Boatwright* Taken Jud After the Ceremony That United Them in Wedlock. Observe Their Joyou* Expre**ton*. "SH B: Easily frightened or startled; timorous; fearful; inclined to shrink back from bashfulness" Dictionary Definition on, Honey, let s go!" I Stalwart young Herbert L'm ^^Boatwright, twenty six-year-old scion of an old Virginia family and rising attorney, took the trembling arm of pretty Suzanne Pollard, his fiancee, and tried to propel her toward the door, “But, Herbert!” There was fear and gentle protest in the tones. "I don't want to go down to the City Hall with all thoee people looking at me. Pm scared.” All her young life—she’s twenty three—“Sue” Pollard has been noted for her beauty, her breeding—and her shyness. When her mother’s illness pre vented Mrs. Pollard from playing official hostess during the two-year term of her father, John G. Pollard, as Gov ernor, it was some ordeal for Sue to officiate in the executive mansion in Richmond . But she steeled herself and did it. She also reigned over Win Chester's apple blossom festival ami took part in various ship-launchings; Bitf. these were duties, Getting a mar riage license was something else. However, Boatwright finally con quered her fears. Hand in hand, the sweethearts proceeded to the City Hall. They were just outside the door of the Marriage License Bureau when Sue's tremors returned. “Oh, Herbert,’’ she moaned. "I can't go through with it." And turning on her heel, she fled hack to the mansion, leaving her fiance to do the job. You might think a girl as timorous as Sue would be constantly doing her self out of life's gregarious pleasures. But her shyness is of an erratic sort; it only hits her on specified occasions, particularly when it's a question of the heart’s fluttering^. For example, she is a polished reporter-dodger. Yet this same girl is well known in Washington theatrical circles as Shirley Horton, and critics have praised her comic sense and crystal diction as an amateur actress. It’s regarded as especially fitting that Sue should have been married in the historic mansion that has housed Virginia governors since 1813, for she is the traditional type of .Southern beauty—fuc feet three, tvith dark, curly hair, dark eyes, clear skin of peachblow texture, gentle of voice She grew up in old Williamsburg and as a child attended church at Bruton Parish, where . Washington, Jeffex^on, Monroe had worshiped. She was mai ried, appropriately, by the rector of thr '■ame chuff- Rev. Dr. W. A. R. (iood man, in the great oval dining hall of the mansion. According to precedent, only tneml" ■ of the immediate fain dies were present' at the ceremony, but later there was general merrymaking among other guests. A quaint touch was tine presence at the door of Win ston Edwards, a venerable colored but ler. who for forty-six ye.ars has served at the mansion. Rummaging through history's page . one finds that the last girl to be mar ried there, nefore Sue Poulard's time, was Anne Willing Carter. On Noverr her 21, 188*, she became the bride of H. Bezier Dulany. This was during SHY BUT SWEET A Platting Clote-Up of Mri Boat wright. In tK» Hittory of the State of Virginia Only 3 Girla Have Been Married in the Executive Mention— Sutannr Boatwright Having Been the Third. the administration of General Fitthugh Fee, Hers was the second wedding to be consummated in the mansion, the first having been that of a feminine relative of Governor Cameron to J. H. Forbes. There is no record to establish whether these other two brides suf fered from Sue Pollard's malady—shy ness. But it’s probable that they, too, in their demure day, underwent an at tack of the megrims or the vapors or whatever it sas fashionable for young ladies to have, at the prospect of going to the City Hall for the license. Times change, but brides don’t. Go STATELV UAi> -nor John Garland Pollard, nt Virtinia, Suxanne'a Father. » From the Circle D T / f - - to the Square U From Peggy Hopkins to Al Capone, Just —_ for the Ride HAD a mouthful of breakfast with Peggy Hopkins Joyce the »ther day, in her suite at the Ambassador. I’m cookoo about Peg. I think she’s one of the cleverest and most charming institutions I ever knew, and statues should be built to immortalize her. I ghosted the first story of her life, just after the Joyce divorce. I had known the. Joyce boys for years. She met Stanley at the same time •he met me. I was with Francine Larrimore in the Blackstone Hotel, in Chi , eago. Well, Peg still •peaks to me. After breakfast, the world’s most gorgeous , blonde had to go to her I bank. (No, I don’t know / where she had been the * night before.) Anyway,she had to go to her bank, which If on fifth Avenue, In the crowded Forties. Her Isotta-Fraschini, which had once belonged ' to Valentino, was downstairs. Peg invited me to drive with ,her. We drew up at the 1 bank and she skipped out to J transact her business. (No, 1 l do NOT know whether she eras patting in or taking out ’. > j I suddenly became aware that I was the center of a (sowing crowd. Peg’s runa boot If anything but incon spicuous. Besides, it has bet familiar circular trade mark, spelling “Peggy,” jrather pronouncedly on each (door. And. moreover, al I most everybody in town knows Peg’s cars on sight. \And here was L And there were the curious vulgarians , ((peculating on who this four Balil Rathbone, the Heavy Lover, » Car»ro>i, IMAGINE MY EMBARRASSMENT The Author Sits in the Famous Gold-Getter's Monogramed Runabout and the Populace Tries to Place the New Who-i**he. THE ONE AND ONLY Peggy Hopkins, Who Seems to Have Leit Pawing the Air. the Peroxomaniac! eyed goof could be that sat in Peg’s car in front of Peg’s bank. Her new sweetie? Her next hus band? Her latest Santa Claus? It took a traffic bull to get them moving. By that time you could have laid ten of me side by side un der a dime and had enough room left over to do your dance. Hard-hcaricri Hannah Hannah Williams is one of the few sister-act per formers to ever click after the team broke up. When her sister married, after the kids had played Tex Guinan’s, Hannah dropped out for a while. She had been twosoming it with Roger Wolfe Kahn, the son of Otto, the big bond-and-art boy. Roger wanted her to blow show business, She refused. H» built his own cabaret for her and dropped a pretty kopeck. He couldn’t retire her. Then she caught the ingenue lead and “Cheerful Little Earful” in “Sweet and Low.” Pretty sweet—and lo! She’s made. It'g said that Roger offered her a flock of grands not to work. And when she shook her head he took the dough and put it into the show. Shumlin Along That big smash, "Grand Hotel,” has some interwoven fortunes, boys and girls. The script was juggled around in a lot of Broadway offices before Her man Shumlin, a former press agent, took a chance, and not only produced but directed the intricate and dubious job. • Basil Rathbone was offered the part of the scoundrelly baron who gets knocked off. But he preferred “A Kiss of Importance” for Arch Selwyn. Bo Henry Hull, who had just seen a few flops fold up around him, grabbed it. Rathbone was featured as the great lover, matinee torcher and girl agitator—and his order of foreign bol oney lasted two weeks. Hull is set for years. Hortense Alden, sitting pretty in “Lysistrata,” was urged by friends not to quit her pushover for a smallish part in this untried German cat-in-the-bag. But she gambled and she’s a wow. Siegfried Kumann, 'Who ran into a couple of lame ducks after his smash in “The Dover Road,” was remade over night. Sam Jaffee, who hadn’t been heard from since the cop3 shut “God of Vengeance,” hit a ringing per sonal triumph. But—Eugenie Leontovitch is the darh. She had been alternately starv ing and doing chorus kicks since her Revue Russe went the way of all flash in ’23. She knocked ’em for the most gabbed about single sensation since Eagels rang up on “Rain.” The house, itself, the National, being off the main drag, has had a few rent payers, but mostly gypsies—here today and gone Saturday. Now it is breaking every known legit record. And every body is happy. Except Shumlin, who collapsed in a nervous breakdown on the opening night and is still reported as walking on his heels from his en counter with the season’s ace success. I Don’t Believe It. Vivienne Segal says she was on a vaudeville bill in Mexico, following a melo sketch in which a prisoner was filing at his cellbars when a guard en tered and shot him dead. The guard arrived on cue and pulled the trigger. The prisoner fell as per direction. But the gun hadn’t gone off. So the guard quick-wittedly cried: “Heavens! He swallowed the file!” Shoo that Mare! * Gene bowler makes me so mad 1 could smack him. Here’s a genius who KAHN-TRARY Li'l Hannah William* ln*ut> on Malting a Stage Hit When Otto Kahn'* Son Say* • ; .H*. - •> - i an write to cop your heart, who breathes tenderness and sympathy and sentiment—and who turns out books that hurt. Hi* "Shoe the Wild Mare' has moments in it that squirted tear* out of my eyes, and others that made me want to throw' the thing, with its fine inscription to me and all. at the cat. And 1 love that guy. Because he wa, once a spoits re porter—and a mighty good one—he just can’t seem to keep resin and dirty water-buckets out of his stories. 1 write pretty lowdown underworld books myself. But they are cold turkey underworld; they don’t claim to cover life at large. Gene is a poet and a nature lover, which 1 am not. He could stay with his human characters where the air is clean and the earth is still soft. He should not shoe his wild mare; he should let her ramble. Going Great Gats Gangster stories are going great gats, too, these days. “Gateway to Hell” and “Little Caesar” had ’em standing up. George Bancroft, who is not under contract right now, has the outfits bidding up for him as high as THE GOAL 'EM Eugenie Leontovitch, Who Got Notice! ** Long a* Her Name and Much Easier to Take, in “Grand Hotel.’’ $10,000 a week . 1 sold "Put on the Spot" to be filmed, starring Kicardo Cortez; and the book, in three months, is within 3,000 of “The Big House,” which had put me at the head of the Grosset and Dunlapjist, with “Gangstci Girl,” fresh of^'-the^ftfegset, breathing on its neck, Tfttytell me “X Marks the Spot,” a soft-cover Chicago issue, is up in the big money, and “Al Car pone” is still among the dozen top tomes. / Know You, Al Miami still goes through the motions of wanting to run Al Capone out of Miami. Pay some attention to this: In tv o years, Al Capone will be run ning. Miami. 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