W' CHHTEcHQ ffiHRffiOIlT 8221 SUNSET BOULEVARD HOLLYWOOD, LOS ANGELES .CALIFORNIA Wednesday, August 25 Dear Love: Like a little pigeon cooing distractedly on a sunny wall you sounded yesterday when I talked to you on the phone. I await with noisiness your picture. I'll never again travel without pictures of you — nothing, to talk to'. All right, all right — it was Betty Grayson that Clip or Clif' Odets married, not Betty Grabble* I told you, all MUtiqgHM stagenscreen names are cockeyed* / Eve March Is back, I see by the papers. I shall try and see her immejit, and get news of you —■ I never get any — all I know is that you live in New York now and call yourself Mary Baker Eddy....No, haven't seen the Clements,,but only.they live out in the valley and never come to town, and me, I have no car. We've exchanged couple of notes. I couldn't possibly do the article for Hal. like would be a month's work* It would have careful and final, coming after I ad really movies. What he would to be very worked for the My party last night was THE one at which I wish you had been present --at which you would have been happiest: dinner, and sitting talking on the outdoor porch of the Players Restaurant from eight to after midnight, MSBBWH with Cedric, Pixie, Peter Godfrey, and his incredibly beautiful and young wife Renee — she used to be called Renee Haan or was it Haas on the screen but now it's Renee Qodfrej; small parts, I think, and some local stage. They have been married just two years now — happily, I should think. Peter looks exactly the same and is just as charming. The talk, of course, all about the STAGE and all nostalgic. I enclose from Peter a note acknowledging his debt to'you for the Yacht — he says he still has it —■ with an attest from his wife, and practically undecipherable notes from the other two The other note is funny. Sunday nite I was at a restaurant with Alex KnoJ^and a lady frien of his, who went over to speak to Alan Ladd — a simple, countrified, rather nice ordinary-looking-young-soldier in uniform, and Ladd begged her to get my autograph*. Man bites dog* I told him he could have it if he would make out a confession ""to a girl I know named Marcella"" — which is the mildest description of you since the on© penned by Dante in 1333 A.D., and he done it.