Billie Dove and the End of a Nagging Question

It was one subject I couldn’t bring up to Billie Dove.  What I wanted to ask was, “Billie, how old are you?”  Well, I would have never asked it in those exact words. But I wanted to clear up the question of her year of birth.  To a researcher determined to set the record straight, asking those questions is critical, especially when film reference books cannot agree on one date.

"To you, Lenore, from me."

“To you, Lenore (her fan club president), from me.”

One can use the tactic of bringing up the most sensitive questions until the end of the interview. That way, you have the story in case they hang up on you and show you the door the moment the question rolls off your lips.  But I couldn’t ask it then, either.

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Billie and husband Bob Kenaston

I didn’t have to.  Billie addressed the subject herself near the beginning of our first interview.

“I simply don’t believe that the number of years a person has lived is how old they are,” she said to me. “Two people, exactly the same age, can be entirely different.  It’s what you have absorbed that counts.”

Fair enough.

I kept digging. The film reference books were all over the board on the question. They had Billie being born from 1900 to 1904. Katz’s The Film Encyclopedia suggested 1900 as Billie’s year of birth.  Her fan club president told me 1900 was the date. Billie’s maid had found the birth certificate when going through some papers.

Dewitt Bodeen’s excellent career article on Billie for Films in Review suggested 1901. The 1920 U.S. Federal Census indicated 1903.

Billie and Michael

Billie and Michael

When The Sound of Silence, the book that included the lengthy interview I did with Billie went to press, I played it safe. I presented the possibilities as I had uncovered them and put the information out for the readers to decide.

When Billie died, the mystery was still unsolved. Her obits indicated 1900 and 1901. Her death certificate gave 1901. In her 1954 application for a Social Security Number, Billie gave 1903.

Billie’s words came back to haunt me, “Even my husbands didn’t know how old I was,” she once said.

Last week, I was delighted to hear from Paul Melzer through Facebook, a reader who has acquired Billie Dove’s driver’s license and birth certificate. With his permission, I am sharing them with you.

One more mystery solved. Researching for the facts becomes obsessive. See how much fun we have!

Anyway, Billie Dove, according to her birth certificate was born May 14, 1903. Now we know. Everyone breathe a sigh of relief. Slow exhale.

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Billie’s birth certificate (Courtesy of Paul Melzer)

 

Take a look at her California driver’s license from 1979.

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Michael G. Ankerich: The SVM Interview

I was delighted to be interviewed for the February/March issue of Southern Views Magazine (SVM). For those of you who may not have access to the publication, I am providing some of what we discussed in this blog.

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You have been writing books about American silent film and early twentieth century actors and actresses for the last couple of decades now. What made you decide to write about this period and genre?

I was fascinated by the silent film era as a teenager and it was pure curiosity that prompted me to focus on that era. I simply wanted to know more. This was in the mid-1910s, a long time before the Internet. The curiosity I had led me to a dead end where I realized that the information I was looking for was still unwritten. I delved into my own research and, eventually, I wanted to share what I had learned and discovered.

During your investigations for the books you wrote, did you have the opportunity to meet personally with any of the actors or actresses, and if so who were they, what kind of unique treasures and memorabilia did they share with you?

When I began my research, there were a number of the actors and actresses still alive from that period, the 1910s and 1920s. My first objective was to make contact with those who had been there and worked at the period. I spent the next 15 years or so traveling back and forth to the West Coast and interviewing those fascinating individuals and recording their memories before the passage of time took away their stories.

Those interviews became the basis for my first two books: Broken Silence: Conversations With 23 Silent Film Stars (1993) and Broken Silence: Conversations With 16 Film and Stage Personalities Who Made the Transition from Silents to Talkies (1998).

They were quite generous in sharing their portraits and movie stills with me for the books.

Hard to believe that Muriel Ostriche started her career in films in 1911, a hundred years ago!

Hard to believe that Muriel Ostriche started her career in films in 1912.

I interviewed Muriel Ostriche, whose career in films began around 1912. I interviewed Maxine Elliott Hicks, who made her first film in 1914 and was still making films when I talked with her in 1990. I talked with some (Ethlyne Clair, Mary Brian, Anita Page, and Hugh Allen come to mind) who had not spoken that extensively about their careers since their retirement.

Douglas Fairbanks Jr. talked about working in the shadow of his famous father (Doug Sr) and his relationships with Mary Pickford, his stepmother, and Joan Crawford, his first wife.

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Billie Dove

Billie Dove, once referred to as the Elizabeth Taylor of the 1920s, vowed over the phone that she would not answer questions about her romance with and engagement to millionaire Howard Hughes, but by the end of our conversation, she had invited me out to her home in Palm Springs to tell me the fascinating details of their relationship.  

While they were silent film stars, they were anything but silent when I talked with them. Their stories would make you laugh, cry and gasp!

One of your masterpieces is Dangerous Curves atop Hollywood Heels: The Lives, Careers, and Misfortunes of 14 Hard-Luck Girls of the Silent Screen. What made you write this book?

Dangerous Curves was a departure from my first two books, in that the stories were not based on interviews with the subjects but on research, archives, and family interviews. I selected the subjects not because I was expert on them, but because I wanted to know more.

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Eve Southern

I choose 14 actresses from that era who had relatively difficult experiences in their careers. I traced their precarious routes through fame and uncovered how some of the top actresses of the day were used, abused, and discarded.

Many who read my books like Dangerous Curves best. It has certainly opened up new avenues for me. It led to several speaking engagements and my television debut on a Lifetime Movie Network series, The Ghost Inside My Child, in 2014.Screen Shot 2016-03-12 at 5.37.34 PM
One of your latest works is based on the biography of silent film actress Mae Murray. Why her and what does she mean to you?

First of all, Mae Murray was everything a movie queen in the days of silent films was expected to be: extravagant, vain, eccentric, egotistical, and temperamental.

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She was a biographer’s dream. There was much of her life I knew, some I thought I knew, and areas I didn’t know at all.

Mae’s life was truly a rags-to-riches and back-to-rags story. She escaped a childhood marred by poverty and alcoholism, divorced her family, and was reborn as a Ziegfeld Follies showgirl in the mid-1910s. In Hollywood, she became a huge movie star, but at the height of her fame, walked out on her $7,500-a-week film contract.

Mae and her prince, David Mdivani.

Mae and her prince, David Mdivani.

 

She married one of the “marrying Mdivani” princes who turned out to be a phony. She fled to Paris, became a mother, and returned to Hollywood only to be blackballed by her enemies. By the time Mae divorced her prince, her $3 million fortune was little more than pennies. Exhausted after countless legal battles and one-night stands on the road in vaudeville, she slept on park benches in New York’s Central Park. For the rest of her life, this poor woman fought poverty but continued to live in a fantasy world where time had not passed her by.

So, as you can see, her life read like a movie script, but it was real life for Mae Murray. I could not have asked for a better subject!

 Is there one particular silent film star that you are more fond of and why?

I am infatuated with Greta Garbo as an actress and screen personality. Her beauty is breathtaking. After spending more than two years researching her life and career, I also developed a genuine fondness for Mae Murray, if for no other reason than her will to survive. Lon Chaney, a master of disguises, is also up there on my list.

Thanks, Eric Rebetti!

Mae waving goodbye to her fans

Are there any classic films that you like to watch over and over?

Although she wasn’t from the silent film era, Bette Davis is my favorite film actress of all time. I can watch Now, Voyager and All About Eve over and over. Any Bette Davis film, for that matter!

How does the artistic value of a silent, classic film culture compare to the artistic value of today’s film culture?

Lillian Gish, the first lady of the silent screen and an advocate for silent film preservation until her death, said it best. Silent films were the marriage of film to classical music. It was during this era that films spoke a universal language, meaning they were done with action and music, not words. Part of the message is lost when a film’s plot depends on words and has to be translated into the language of every country where it is shown.

Silent films are generally misunderstood today because the clips people see are poor quality prints projected at the wrong speed. It is extremely unfortunate because the jerky motion and speed of projection give the impression that all silent films were bad slapstick.

Are you currently planning and working on any future projects or books?

I’m in the middle of writing my new book, Hairpins and Dead Ends: The Perilous Journeys of 20 Actresses Through Early Hollywood. It’s a companion volume to Dangerous Curves atop Hollywood Heels. I have several other book ideas floating around, including a spiritual autobiography. There’s also a speaking engagement and book signing in the works for Los Angeles later in the year. So things are percolating right along!

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If Looks Were All It Took

If dashing looks were all it took to make a go of it in Hollywood, Robert “Bob” Kenaston Jr., the son of silent film actress Billie Dove, would have been one of the screen’s top matinee idols of the ’50s and ’60s. In the looks department, he was right up there with Rock Hudson, John Gavin, and a handful of other personal favorites.

Robert Kenaston Jr., he had the looks!

After my series of blogs ran on Billie Dove’s fan club president, Lee Heidorn, several readers asked for more information about the younger Robert Kenaston’s career in Hollywood. I dug around a little more.

Robert Alan Kenaston, the son of  millionaire rancher Robert Kenaston and actress Billie Dove, was born April 18, 1934. In his youth, he was a lifeguard, surf board beacher, rodeo rider, and sports car driver.

When producer Bill Perlberg, an old family friend, asked him to play a pilot in The Bridges of Toko-Ri (1954), Bob couldn’t say no. At age 20, young Bob got serious about a film career.

Billie Dove visits son Bob at the studio in 1957.

“I never encouraged or discouraged Robert from being an actor,” Billie told a reporter in 1957 (The reporter referred to Billie as the Elizabeth Taylor of the 1920s). “I started work very young, in my teens, and I decided that when I married I wanted to have a normal, or non-professional life.”

Bob echoed his mother’s recollection.  “I was never exposed to show business at home,” he said. “We never discussed it. I’ve never seen my mother on the screen. I didn’t know what profession to follow.”

For reasons not totally understood, Bob Kenaston’s career never took off.  Write it off to the fickleness of the business.

He appeared in uncredited roles in The Proud and Profane (1956), The Tin Star (1957), and The Rat Race (1960).  He made television appearances in Crossroads (1956), Men of Annapolis (1957), and Lock Up (1959).

Bob married at least three times. When Lee Heidorn last saw him, in 1982, he and wife Denise were living in Fort Lauderdale.

Bob Kenaston with wife Denise and Lee Heidorn in Fort Lauderdale, Florida, 1982.

In the course of conversation, Billie had little to say about Bob or her adopted daughter, Gail. When I visited Billie in December 1994, she confided that her son was in a serious battle with lung cancer. He died from the disease in February 1995. Nearly age 92, Billie, who experienced the pain of having to bury a child, was never quite the same. Her own health began to decline and she ended up at the Motion Picture Home in Woodland Hills. She died there in 1997.

Billie Dove, the Elizabeth Taylor of the 1920s.

What’s a year or two here and there?

I learned early in my career, which started as a newspaper reporter in the mid-1980s, to save the tough questions until the end of an interview. If there were delicate inquiries that could potentially cause my subject to pull the plug on the conversation, hang up the phone, or show me the door, I waited until I had the main meat of the story before asking.

As I looked over my Billie Dove files for my recent Dove Tails series of blog entries, I came across the questions that I saved for the end of my first interview with Billie.  I was told by people who knew her to stay clear of two subjects: her engagement to Howard Hughes and her real  birth date.

Billie Dove in the early 1920s.

Lee  Heidorn, Billie’s fan club president, didn’t know exactly when the actress was born. It was somewhere between 1900 to 1904. Lee claimed to have snooped around Billie’s desk one day and found her birth certificate that gave a 1900 date.

Before my initial interview was over, it was Billie who brought up her relationship with Hughes.  She never broached the age question.  When I asked her to help me clarify her birth year for the record, Billie bristled. “A woman who would tell her age would tell anything,” she said.  “Even my husbands never knew how old I was.”

It was worse for poor Mae Murray, who  not only forgot her birthday, but also a few husbands along the way. Imagine Jane Ardmore, who worked with Mae on her biography, The Self Enchanted, having to write the life of her subject without mentioning a single date in connection with the star. (Incidentally, my upcoming biography, Mae Murray: The Girl with the Bee-Stung Lips, mentions the dates and other details that Mae tried to forget. Look for the book this fall.)

By the time Mae’s film career ended, she’d moved the year of her birth clear up to 1898, which meant she would have appeared in the Follies of 1908 when she was 10 years old!

When Liliane Marie Madeleine Carré, who became Lili Damita, came to the United States, she left four years back in France. She came up with 1908 as her birth year — and stuck with it. It was actually 1904.

Lili Damita and husband Errol Flynn

When she married Allen R. Loomis in 1962, she gave 1908 as her year of birth. That date is also listed on her death certificate.

Lili Damita's application for a Social Security number

Lili surprisingly used 1908 on her application for a Social Security number. I always wanted to ask her whether she had to wait an additional four years before she started receiving benefits. If I had interviewed her, which sadly I didn’t, that would have been the question I would have held to the end.

Somewhere in the 1990s, when actress Jean Porter was driving me to Mary Brian’s home for our afternoon interview, Jean cautioned me about bringing up two subjects: Mary’s 1941 marriage to Jon Whitcomb and her age.  Through the census, I had determined that Mary was born in 1906.  Mary preferred 1908.  “Oh, Michael,” Jean said driving down Ventura Boulevard, “let Mary be whatever age she wants to be.”

Interviewing Mary Brian. No, I didn't get to the touchy question about her year of birth.

Film historian Roi Uselton, who never told me his real birth date, often told the story about actress Mae Busch. “I lied so many times  about my age, that I forgot exactly how old I was,” she said. “So, I went to the courthouse to look it up, and it was worse than I thought!”

Roi, who was a stickler for details, reminded me that it is the body of work and their contribution to films that really matters, not when they came into the world. Roi had a point, I suppose, but these are the kinds of details that I find fascinating. I love researching, digging through files and records, with the purpose of correcting the film history books. For me, these details set the context of the story. These esoteric facts are the icing on the cake, the butter on the popcorn!

The question of Billie Dove’s birth date nagged me for years. When she died in 1997, her daughter, Gail, gave 1901 as the birth year of her mother–that’s the date used on her death certificate and in obituaries. For years, I had a 1920 census record that gave Billie’s age as 16. Doing the math, taking into account Billie’s May birth month and the date the census was taken, I concluded the year was 1903.

The 1920 U.S. Federal Census for Lillian Bohny (Billie Dove).

The other day, I was digging around in the New York City birth index and came across the entry for Bertha Bohny, Billie’s birth name. It was as I suspected: May 14, 1903.

Billie Dove's entry in the New York City Birth Registry

With my own birthday coming up in a matter of days and the realization that I’m getting rather “long in the tooth,” I’m considering adjusting my own year of  birth. What’s a year or two here and there?

Dove Tails — Lee, Billie, and the Rest of the Story

 

Billie gave me this original Melbourne Spurr photograph from her collection.

 

Billie Dove’s disappointing experience with Blondie of the Follies (1932) was a factor in prompting her to leave films. The film centered on the Follies rivalry of two showgirls and friends, Blondie (Marion Davies) and Lottie (Billie). Before the last scene was filmed, William Randolph Hearst, Marion’s companion and financier, called a halt to the production. “That’s a good Billie Dove picture,” he said. That was fine, except he wanted a Marion Davies picture. Billie knew it would be a great Billie Dove picture. “I had given a damned good performance,” she said.

Hearst ordered the rewriting of scenes. The cast was called to retake scenes that favored Marion. It became obvious to Billie that Hearst, in his attempt to elevate further Marion, was making Billie the villain.  “It broke my heart,” Billie told me in a 1994 interview. “I realized too late that I should not have done the picture. I should have known better. After all, it was Hearst’s money.”  Billie and a beau saw the final version in a theater.  Midway through the film, Billie leaned to her escort and said, “Let’s go.  I’ve had enough.”

Robert Montgomery, Marion Davies, and Billie Dove in Blondie of the Follies.

After marrying Robert Kenaston in May 1933, Billie felt the time had come to shift her focus.

The Kenastons

“I thought I had attained everything I wanted to attain,” Billie said. “I was still in my twenties (early thirties, actually), and I wanted to do like other people. I wanted a family.” Their son, Robert Jr., was born in April 1934.

Billie’s fan club president, Lee Heidorn, kept her fan club alive. From her letters to Lee, it was evident that Billie’s first concern was her family, not her film career.

 

After some time, Lee broached the subject of starting a fan club for another film player.  Billie was in complete support.

The Kenastons adopted a daughter, Gail, in 1937. Billie focused on her family. She dabbled in drawing and painting.

Billie drew this portrait of her son in the mid-1930s.

 

During World War II, Lee’s correspondence with Billie was sporadic.  Billie explained her silence in a 1943 letter.

When Lenore moved to California in 1944, she and Billie reconnected and never lost touch.  They saw each other as often as time allowed, between Billie raising her family and Lee’s work at a telephone company.

In the 1950s, Billie’s son, Robert Jr., tried breaking into films as an actor. After minor roles in several films, he concluded the film industry was not for him.

Billie's son, Robert Kenaston Jr.

 

The Kenastons maintained an active social life in Palm Springs. When not entertaining, Bob played golf; Billie wrote and  painted.

Bob and Billie Kenaston

Billie with her paintings in her home in Rancho Mirage.

Billie penned this poem in the 1960s:

*Cocktail Party*

Lying in state on a sliver of bread,

A tired sardine, long since been dead;

An ounce of bourbon, Scotch or gin

With water, ice and lime thrown in;

The laughter forced, the voices loud,

So to be heard above the crowd;

The aching feet, nowhere to sit,

No place to put the olive pit;

Redundant chatter, the old stale joke

In a room too hot and blurred with smoke;

Too hard trying to have some fun — 

Too big the head that greets the sun!

 

No matter how busy their lives became, Billie and Lee (now Lenore Foote) stayed in touch for the rest of their lives.  In a 1966 letter, Billie fills Lee in on the activities of the Kenastons.

 

Lee with Bob Kenaston Jr. and wife, Denise.

Billie, Lee, and Billie's mother at Billie's home in Rancho Mirage in 1970.

Billie and Lee in Billie's Rancho Mirage home in 1979.

Billie, Lee, and Doris (Lee's sister) in Palm Springs

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I received a letter from Lee after my interview with Billie appeared in Classic Images magazine in 1994. Billie was, at first, a reluctant interview subject. She had said she was saving her memories for her own memoirs.  She said it my persistence — and Southern accent– that weakened Billie’s defenses. We spent hours on the phone. She gave me the first interview (which last several hours) while standing in her kitchen.  The cord on her phone was short and she had no where to sit, so she leaned against the counter and reminisced about her life in films.

When I made plans to journey to the West Coast in December 1994, Lee and I made plans to meet at her home, where she lived with Doris, in Vista, California. I asked Billie about visiting her in Rancho Mirage.  She was reluctant to having a visitor.  Lee was not surprised. Billie, somewhere in her early 90s, saw fewer and fewer visitors, and she rarely went out. She did not encourage Lee to drive to the desert to see her.  Yet, Billie was lonely! It was only after I arrived in Los Angeles that Billie called me to say she was looking forward to my visit.

I enjoyed a fabulous Chinese lunch with Lee and Doris in Vista.

I finally have MY picture made with Lee, the avid movie fan who had rubbed shoulders with the greats during their heyday: Thelma Todd, Jean Harlow, Bing Crosby, Sue Carol, Ruth Roland, and others.

On to Rancho Mirage, where Billie and I spent the day together. In person, she confided about her much publicized romance with and engagement to Howard Hughes. We watched several of her films and spent time in her movie room.  She was generous with her collection of stills.  “Pick out what you want,” she said. “I’ll autograph them for you.”

As evening approached, we dug around in her freezer for some frozen Swanson dinners. We ate by candlelight at her enormous dining room table. Just the two of us.

It was an unforgettable day.

Billie and Michael

Billie and Timmy

Billie began suffering monumental losses in her life. Her son, Robert Kenaston Jr., died in 1995. As her health faded and her savings dwindled, she left her Rancho Mirage home and moved into the Motion Picture Home in Woodland Hills. She was chipper and in good spirits to the end. She died of pneumonia on December 31, 1997.

Lee asked a friend to drive her to Glendale for Billie’s simple funeral at Forest Lawn. She spoke briefly with Billie’s daughter, Gail, whose relationship with her mother was strained, and Arleen Sorkin, an actress (Days of Our Lives) who befriended Billie in later years. Lee was bewildered that Billie was buried in a “pauper’s coffin.”

Over the next year, Lee’s health began to fail and I heard less and less from her. Lee passed away on February 20, 1999. Gail, Billie’s daughter, died two days later.

Lee’s death marked the end of a fascinating story about a starstruck teenager from Chicago who reached out to her favorite movie stars in the 1920s and 30s at a time when the greats of Hollywood reached back! Billie’s and Lee’s long friendship is now part of Hollywood history. I was privileged to know them both and honored they shared their lives with me.

 

Note: My interview with Billie Dove is covered in full in The Sound of Silence.

 

Dove Tails — Lee’s Final Hollywood Adventures with Sue Carol, Gloria Stuart, and Others

Lee Heidorn’s adventures in Hollywood come to an end, but not before she visits more studios and lunches with her Hollywood favorites.  One of the highlights was visiting actress Sue Carol.

Sue Carol signed this portrait to Lee.

Lee picks up the story from here:

The next day, after visiting Joan Blondell on the set, I gave a luncheon for Billie (Dove) at the Victor Hugo Restaurant and invited some of our honorary members and all of our California members. Besides Billie, Doris and me, there were Lina Basquette, Bodil Rosing, Tove Blue, Millie Wist, Ellen Snyder, Jerry Rogers, Muriel Mosley Benton, and Babe Flogaus. After cocktails, we lunched in the garden court.

After lunch at The Victor Hugo Restaurant. Among those pictured are: Lee (L), Tove Blue (back left), Lina Basquette (center back), and Bodil Rosing (front of Lina).

Luncheon over, we adjourned to Tove’s home for the remainder of the afternoon. We took some snapshots, and then went into the spacious living room where Tove served cocktails.

At Tove Blue's home: (L-R) Al De Vries, Doris Heidorn, Bodil Rosing, and Lee Heidorn.

Billie told us some very interesting and hair-raising experiences she had during active studio days. Doris and Jerry tried out the swimming pool and reported a very refreshing dip. Ellen came back to our apartment with us, and we spent the evening with Johnny Downs and his family. Jack after much coaxing, sang a song from his new picture for us. After cake and ice cream were served, Johnny autographed pictures for all of us, and we went home.

That night, we had the privilege of seeing the Hollywood Hotel Broadcast. Billie had gotten us tickets for it from Harriet Parsons, the famous Louella’s daughter.  John Boles, Gladys Swarthout, and H.B. Warner were the guest stars and it was a grand program with Frances Langford, who looked very stunning in a black velvet suit, and Dick Powell, who is very handsome. He thrilled all the gals. We thought we might be able to talk to John Boles after the broadcast, having met him in Chicago. The crowd around the exit was too great so we gave up that idea. John’s secretary called  me one day and said that if John finished work in The Littlest Rebel before we left, he would like to see us. Later, while walking down Vine Street past the Brown Derby, we saw Johnny Weismuller being mobbed by a bunch of autograph hounds. 

The next day, Gloria Stuart sent her chauffeur for us, and he took us out to the beautiful Fox Westwood Studios, where we were directed to her dressing room.

Lee, Gloria Stuart,and Michael Whalen.

While she finished removing her makeup–she had been making tests for her first picture (Professional Soldier) since the birth of her daughter–we chatted about her club, and its president’s visit to California.  Then, she took us over to the set where they were making costume tests of Constance Collier and Freddie Bartholomew. We then went over to the wardrobe department where she showed us the gown she will wear in the new picture.

Freddie Bartholomew, Victor McLaglen, and Gloria Stuart.

We were amazed at the quality of the materials used–real furs, heavy satin, etc. Leaving there, we went over to the projection room where Gloria was to see her wardrobe, makeup, hair dress, and voice tests.  There, Arthur Sheckman, her very nice husband, joined us. The tests were run off then, and it was engrossing to hear them discuss light and dark makeups, dress accessories, etc. Then, we all went to luncheon in the Cafe De Paree, where the only other celeb we saw was Jack Holt, who was dressed in a Civil War uniform–he is in Shirley Temple’s picture (The Littlest Rebel), too.

Several days later, we spent another afternoon at the Fox Studios in Westwood with Gloria Stuart. I found her knitting in the portable dressing room on the set, waiting for us. She changed into lounging pajamas and then we headed for the Cafe De Paree for lunch. We saw Victor McLaglen, Jack Oakie, Billy Benedict, and Cy Bartlett lunching there. Marshall Duffield, on again, off again husband of Dorothy Lee, stopped by the table and chatted for a few minutes.

Gloria Stuart poses for Lee's camera.

Back to the set after luncheon, Gloria rounded up Freddie Bartholomew, Vic McLaglen, and Michael Whalen. Gloria went to work on the masquerade ball scenes that afternoon.  Watched the still cameraman take some still pictures of Gloria and Michael. Gloria is such a sweet  person and extremely beautiful.

Our next adventure was with Jackie Cooper and his charming mother, Mrs. Bigelow. They called for us in the car and had the first wife of Jackie’s manager with them.

Jackie Cooper

We went to the exclusive  Vendome, where we were joined by Mrs. Norman Taurog, who is Mrs. Bigelow’s sister and the wife of the famous director.

Jackie Cooper and cousin, Patricia Taurog.

The place was jammed with celebrities. In the various booths, we could see Toby Wing (very heavily made up), H.B. Warner, Frank Fay, Harry Richman, Bert Wheeler. George Jessel, B.P. Schulberg, Louella Parsons, Laura Hope Crews, Margaret Sullavan (who looked very lovely), and  Alice Joyce. Later, Patricia, three year old daughter of Mrs. Taurog, was brought in by her nurse. After she had some ice cream, we went outside and took some pictures of her and Jackie and then they drove us home.

The next day, Bing Crosby was our host at the Paramount Studios. After visiting for awhile with his lovely secretary, Gladys Wayne, his swell dad escorted us over to the Anything Goes set, where we saw Bing chatting with that swell personality gal, Ethel Merman. He called Bing over, and introduced him to us, and we were thrilled that Bing remembered us from our letters. Unfortunately, Bing wasn’t doing anything while we were there but we saw them film one of the dance sequences. We chatted with Bing again for a few minutes before we took our leave, and he said he hoped he would see us the next time he was in Chicago. 

Billie (Dove) called for us the next day and took us out to the Swimming Club for luncheon, and we spent the afternoon playing cards and taking pictures. That evening, we attended Ruth Roland’s radio broadcast, which was very enjoyable. She dedicated her request number to us. Ruth drove us home, and we stopped on the way for ice cream cones. 

Late one afternoon, we met Evelyn Venable at Sardis for tea. With her was her friend, Edna Sollee, who is her stand-in and who is a very charming  girl. Evelyn is very pretty and very sweet and is very much like her screen personality. We chatted there for some time. Saw Thelma Todd there and introduced her to the others.

Evelyn Venable (right) and her stand-in, Edna Sollee.

The next day, we met Billie and her mother at the Broadway Hollywood and browsed around the toy department in search of some toys for her young son. We lunched at Al Levy’s Tavern, where the only celebrity we saw was Wallace Ford. We walked with them to where they parked their car and said our final goodbyes, because Billie and Bob were leaving for San Francisco and would not be back until after we left.

The next day, Sue Carol picked us up in her car and took us to the beautiful Ambassador Hotel for luncheon. It had been a long time since we had seen Sue, and we were glad to see her looking so well.

Lee had known Sue Carol since the early 1930s. She took this photo of Fred Waring, Sue Carol, and Nick Stuart (Sue's then husband) in Chicago in 1932.

After luncheon, we went shopping with her, and it was fun to see her modeling dresses, coats and hats. Then she invited us over to her house for a snack, and to see her daughter, Carol Lee, age three. We had been delayed somewhat, for driving down Wilshire Blvd., we went through a red light, and there would be cops around, but good old Susie talked herself out of a ticket.

Sue signed this photo to Lee.

We found Sue’s current boyfriend, Howard Wilson, at her house when we arrived, and Carol Lee is certainly a darling little girl. Then Sue and Howard took us to see Joan Crawford in I Live my Life at the Grauman’s Chinese Theater, and then drove us home.

Another afternoon we spent at Bodil Rosing’s home and we had an enjoyable  visit with her.  She is such a sweet person and so very interested in her fans and the fan clubs.

Bodil Rosing poses for Lee.

On our last day, we packed, and then at noon, Millie Wist came and we piled all of our luggage into her car and then Lina came by and we all went to Sardi’s for luncheon. We had nearly finished, when Lina jumped up from the table, and told us to wait until she returned. When she came back a few minutes later, she handed Doris and me each a little box. Doris’ contained a sterling silver charm braclet with her name in silver letters hanging from the chain. Mine held two little charms for my bracelet–one a little camera and the other a lucky “touch wood” piece. After we bade Lina au revoir, we went with Millie on a few errands and then stopped at her house for a few minutes. En route to the Beachcombers Club, where we were to meet Alice White for farewell cocktails, we stopped off to say hello and goodbye to Lina’s mother, Mrs. Ernest Belcher.

When we got to the club, Alice hadn’t arrived, so we stood outside and waited for her. When she did come, she was accompanied by a tall man, and we couldn’t figure out who it was, for he wore dark glasses and his nose was bandaged, and he had several day’s growth of beard. When they came up to us, she introduced him as George Givot–you know, the Greek Ambassador. We asked George what had happened to him. First, he said he had told so many stories that he couldn’t remember what had happened, and then he finally confessed that he “had his nose remodeled because he thought Hitler might get mad at him.”

The time passed only too quickly and soon we had to leave and get back to Millie’s, where Monte and Tove Blue and Millie’s husband were waiting to take us to the train. We had a few minutes before we had to leave, so I made a few farewell calls to Ruth Roland and Bodil Rosing. Then we were on our way down to the train. They all tried to make it easy for us by wisecracking all the time, but it was hard saying goodbye, especially to Millie who had been so darned sweet to us during our stay there. Naturally, we were thrilled when people recognized Monte as our escort–he’s so tall and handsome and he towered over everyone else.

We were soon on our way, and waving goodbye to dear old Hollywood and all the people that had been so grand to us. So, publicly, I want to thank all of these swell people who helped make our vacation in Hollywood the marvelous success it was, and especially thanks to Lina, Billie, and Bob for being such perfect friends.

The trip home was rather dull–the only bright spot being when we hit Kansas City. There we met one of our oldest and dearest pen pals and friends.

It was nice coming home to see the family again–they were all at the train to meet us. The only other redeeming feature about coming home was finding my old friend, Ethel Shutta down at the College Inn and to hear her sweet songs coming over the air again.

So, my friends, this is the story of a dream come true, and I hope that some day, each and every one of you will have the opportunity of visiting Hollywood and have the swell and elegant time that we did!

Ever fondly, 

Lenore

 

Dove Tales — Tinseltown, Here I Come!

In early 1933, silent film Billie Dove actress ducked out of sight after her public affair with Howard Hughes several years before.

Billie Dove, once referred to as the Elizabeth Taylor of the 1920s.

Billie slipped away with her current flame, rancher Robert “Bob” Kenaston. She was away for over three months. When her train stopped in Chicago, Billie and Lee Heidorn, her fan club president, met for the first time.

That March, rather than traveling across country to Los Angeles, Billie and Bob sailed on the SS. President Van Buren. Also on board were Billie’s friends, Dixie Lee Crosby, and Sue (Carol) and Nick Stuart.

Other than promoting her films, Billie almost never used her professional name. She opted for her birth name: Lillian Bohny.

In this manifest, Billie surprisingly uses her real year of birth, 1903.

When she had settled down from her trip, Billie caught up with Lee.

A dog lover since childhood, Billie also sent along a photo of the entire family.

Billie and her children: Scotty, Stingy, and Lassie.

 

In mid-May 1933, Billie and her handsome rancher drove to the Arizona-California border and tied the knot in Yuma. The news made front-page headlines.

After honeymooning in Palm Springs, Billie and Bob went to work on a new home. By Christmas, the newlyweds had settled in.

While she never made it official, Billie retired from the screen.  In 1934, she gave birth to a son, Robert Jr.

Finally, in 1935, Lee and her sister, Doris, made the trip of a lifetime. They boarded the Union Pacific’s Pathfinder on September 14, 1935. They were Hollywood bound! They stopped in Salt Lake City for a short stopover. Lee picks up the story.

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Continuing on to Los Angeles, we were met at the train by Billie Dove and her husband, Bob Kenaston. This was our first introduction to Bob, who is more handsome than many of the best looking actors. Billie was dressed in white silk slacks and a yellow blouse, and she looked more beautiful than ever. They piled us in their car and we were off to spend a few days with them in their lovely home on the California Riviera.

Passing through Los Angeles, we found ourselves on Hollywood Boulevard, where Billie pointed out many spots of interest, including the Chinese and Pantages theaters, Sardis, the Brown Derby, the famous Trocadero Cafe and the Kings Club. Soon we were in Beverly Hills, and Bob drove around through some lovely drives and past many beautiful homes, including Jean Harlow’s gorgeous mansion.

Arriving at the Kenaston home, Billie showed us around, and then up to Bob’s room, which was to be ours during our stay there. She asked us to wait there a few minutes, and when she returned, we were introduced to their pride and joy, nineteen month old Robert Allan Kenaston. Bobby is a grand, healthy little youngster who looks much like his handsome Daddy.

Billie (Dove) and Bob Kenaston at the Swimming Club in Santa Monica

Then, after cleaning up and getting into our slacks–we were losing no time in “going Hollywood,” Billie took us down to the lovely Santa Monica Swimming Club for lunch while Bob went off for a round of golf. Arriving at the club, the first person we saw was Sam Hardy. While at lunch, we were joined by Bob’s brother, Jack, who is a swelll guy. Out on the porch, we could see Jackie Coogan,William Janney, and our old friend, Arthur Lake. 

 

Bob, Billie, and Lee

Bob, Billie, and Lee


Lunch over, we went outside, where Billie called Arthur over to us, and he was so surprised to see us. We chatted with him for a few minutes and then went down and lie on the sands and talked for awhile. Soon, two more of Bob’s brothers came over–he has five–and we were introduced to Gordon and Bill. As we were leaving the club to go for a drive, we met Bill Kenaston’s lovely wife, and a house guest of theirs, Bing Muller. 

Billie and Lee's sister, Doris

Billie drove us up through Beverly Hills, Brentwood, and Bel Air where we saw many more beautiful homes, including those of Joan Crawford, Clark Gable, Franchot Tone, Barbara Stanwyck, Neil Hamilton, and Colleen Moore. From there, Billie took us over to see her mother, who has a lovely new home. We visited there for awhile and then went back to the Swimming Club, where we saw Jean Carmen, one of last year’s Wampas Baby Stars, who is lovely. Bob joined us then and we again piled into the car and drove down Ocean Highway past Marion Davies’ enormous beach house, Thelma Todd’s Sidewalk Cafe, and many other beautiful beach homes down to Malibu Beach. 

After a grand dinner, two of Billie and Bob’s friends, Mr. and Mrs. Rex Keller–he is a well-known inventor–came over and we all piled into their car and went down to Ocean Park, which is an amusement park located right on the ocean. There, Bill, Caroline, Gordon, and Bing Muller joined us and we started on a hilarious tour of the park–going through spooky houses, on exciting rides, driving midget machine automobiles with me beating everyone around the track. Billie said that I won only because everyone was afraid to try to get ahead of me. Billie got off a ride before the end because she knew what was coming–but we could take it! Thence home and to bed–and we were all tired. It had been a hectic, but grand day.

The next day, we again spent at the club, just resting on the sands, acquiring a nice suntan and playing pinochle. Arriving home for dinner, we found that Mother and Dad had arrived in L.A.–they’d left home a week before we did but we didn’t know whether they would get as far as California. After dinner, Billie and Bob drove us into Hollywood to Lina Basquette’s home, where Mom and Dad were going to be that evening.

Lina Basquette (second from right) with Lee and Doris in the Hollywood Hills

Lee (R) first met Lina Basquette (beside Lee) in Danville, Illinois, where Lina was appearing in a play.

Lina autographed this still when she was married to cameraman Pev Marley, her second husband.

They dropped us there at the lovely Italian-styled home that Lina and her husband, Teddy Hayes, had rented, and said they’d be back for us in a few hours. We heard all about the folk’s trip, told them of our experiences, and had a grant chat with Lina and Teddy, peeked in on little Eddy (their son), and then Billie and Bob stopped in for a little while before talking us back to Santa Monica with them.

Doris Heidorn and Billie Dove at the Kenaston home.

We took little Bobby down to the club with us the following day, and he was so cute as he waded into the ocean, of course, he held tight to his mamma’s hand. Then, after his nurse took him home, we settled down on the beach for our card game–this time it was Hearts. Saw Cary Grant, clad only in white shorts walking down the beach, and he’s very, very handsome.

Mother and Dad came down to the Club after they had lunched in Hollywood at the Brown Derby with Lina. They visited with us on the beach and then back to the house so they could see Bobby. After we left, we had dinner and then drove into Hollywood to look for an apartment for the remainder of our stay. We found a nice place just three blocks from Hollywood and Vine, the heart of Hollywood. The next morning, Bob, Billie, and Bobby drove us to our new home. Bob was going on a hunting trip that afternoon, so we wished him luck, and thanked them for being such grand hosts, and said au revoir for the time being.

(To be continued)