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THE PASADENA PARADE Reflections of a Man About Town
SARTORIAL Note: George Raft, the movie star, buys his shirts and cravats in Pasadena. Thus the Hollywood mime proves himself a gentleman of discernment and taste, emulating Bill Horrell, Dr. Joseph P. Szukalski, Charles L. Wright and many another well-groomed worthy along the Boul.
AS a matter of fact, our bazaars, with their infinite variety and up-to-dateness, attract custom not only from Hollywood but from the four corners of the continent. Winter guests buy things here and take them back to New York, St. Paul, Montreal, St. Louis, Detroit, Philadelphia, East Orange, Greenwich, Lake Forest and elsewhere.
Naturally, these sojourners learn the names and addresses of the bazaars and the nature of the goods and services proffered from advertisements in their favorite newspapers, The Star-News and The Post. (Adv.)
MANY of the owners of horses being raced at Santa Anita Park are now in our midst. I wish the owners might have run in place of the horses upon which I ventured a few timid wagers. I dare say the owners could have run faster.
SPEAKING of horsemen, one of the best amateur riders in California is Conrad Aronson of Pasadena. Used to be in the Cavalry. He is also one of the most avid bookworms on the Boul.
Good at reading and riding, what?
AN interesting winter visitor in Pasadena this season is Elmer E. Adams of Fergus Falls, Minn., who has for years successfully carried on the dual role of bank president and newspaper editor. And he even found time to serve in the Minnesota legislature. He is the head of the First National Bank and also head of the Fergus Falls Daily Journal. He is a lucky editor to own a bank. Most ink-slingers are not so fortunate.
Mr. Adams' bank is a first-rate one, too. A few years ago, when some Midwest banks were bursting fairly in the faces of officers and depositors, someone started a run on Mr. Adams' bank. He sent out for an orchestra to play and a caterer to serve coffee and doughnuts in the lobby. As people came in, he invited them to take out their money if they wanted to, but also to have a snack. They decided not to take their money out after all, but remained for refreshments. The "run" was turned into a jolly community social gathering.
MR. ADAMS is one of the gentlemen at whom I used to peg snowballs when I was a boy. But after I got out of school I stopped throwing snowballs at newspaper editors. I threw bouquets, and said "Yes, Sir," very politely.
A VIEW to me absolutely untenable is that fans wouldn't like fair Evelyn Venable.
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