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If We Have To Tell Hollywood Good-by, It May Be With One Of Those Tender, Old-fashioned, Seven-second Kisses Exchanged Between Two People Of The Opposite Sex, With All Their Clothes On.

From Early Colonial Days, Sex Life In America Had Been Based On The Custom Of Men Supporting Women. That Situation Reached Its Heyday In The Twenties When It Was Easy For Any Dabbler In Stocks To Flaunt His Manhood By Lavishing An Unearned Income On Girls. But With The Stock-market Crash, Men Were Hard Put Even To Keep Their Wives, Let Alone Spend Money On Sex Outside The Home. The Adjustment Was Much Easier On Women Than On Men, Who Jumped Out Of Windows In Droves, Whereas I Can't Recall A Single Headline That Read: Kept Girl Leaps From Love Nest.

I'm Furious About The Women's Liberationists. They Keep Getting Up On Soap-boxes And Proclaiming That Women Are Brighter Than Men. That's True, But It Should Be Kept Very Quiet Or It Ruins The Whole Racket.

When I Was Very Young And First Worked In Hollywood, The Films Had Bred In Me One Sole Ambition: To Get Away From Them; To Live Inthe Great World Outside Movies; To Meet People Who Created Their Own Situations Through Living Them; Who Ad-libbed Their Own Dialogue; Whose Jokes Were Not The Contrivance Of Some Gag Writer.

Does This Boat Go To Europe, France?