COUNTESS OF WAR NBVJ WICK.

Taranaki Central Press, Volume IV, Issue 316, 23 December 1936, Page 8

COUNTESS OF WAR NBVJ WICK.

RETURN FROM HOLLYWOOD HUSBAND A FILM STAR. I j LEWES (Sussex), Oct. 23. I Lady Warwick walked into the 1 country house of her mother, Lads 1 Rosabell Brand, here this evening, j flung her hat on a table in the hall, l and said, How’s my baby David?’’ j Two hours before she had arrived ' ut Southampton in the Europa from j America, where she went live months I ago wiln the intention of taking up a I Him career. ; Her mother, who lias looked after l her son, the two-and-a-half-years-old Lord Brooke, while she has been away, did not know she was coming home. Friends in New York were unaware she had left until she had sailed. Her name was not In the ship’s printed passenger list. One Actor In Family Enough. 1 i Tile Earl of Warwick, her husband, ) recently went to America to begin bis I £2OO-a-week job as a film actor. I “ I have given up all ideas of becoming a film actress,” Lady Warwick 1 said to-night. “ 1 can only agree will! my husband that one in the family is quite enough. Although 1 was Hui 1 first of the family to think about this 111 m businesw 1 am not at all jealous of my husband s success.

“ 1 nave been in California with Mr find Mrs Douglas Fairhanks. From what I have seen of Him making bi Hollywood—tlie rush, • the arguments and the clatter—l am only too glad 1 haven’t got to go. “ When my husband arrived in New York 1 flew to meet him. He was al the airport to greet me and we spent ten days together. Then we went to Hollywood, where I had chosen a nice house for him.

Some Perfectly Good Money. “ There was no reason for me to stop on, so I have come home to spend the Christmas with our son while my husband earns some perfectly good money. I think lie’s going to be a good actor. He is not a bit camera shy. That would have been my trouble. “ They say in Hollywood that there Is no reason why they can’t make an actor out of any one who has Intelligence. Aly husband certainly has that. “I can’t understand why my friends in New York think I ‘ disappeared. I always said that I was going to sail at this time. I shall be returning to America after Christmas. I can’t make up my mind whether to take my son or not. He Is rather young to travel. “!■ was so pleased to see him. I put him to bed.” Then, tired by her journey, Lady Warwick went to bed.

“ They Are Perfectly Happy.” Lady Rosapell Brand said: “I can't understand how all the rumours about Lord, and Lady Warwick started. There Is no truth in them. They are perfectly happy. My daughter is going to spend some time here with her son and : me." Lord and Lady Warwick were married In July, 1933. Lord Warwick, the seventh earl, Is 25, his wife 23. Lady Warwick was formerly Miss Rose Bingham, a debutante of .1931. She is a grand-daughter of the Earl of Rosslyn. Her father was killed in action in 1914.

Lord Warwick Starts Work. The Earl of Warwick, listed on the pay-roll as “ Charles Greville,” reported for his £2OO-a-week film job at the Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer studios in Culver City last month, and was Immediately assigned a dressing-room suite similar to those used by Clark Gable and other “ front rank ” stars. In a talk while undergoing his first camera tests the earl expressed himself as “ delighted with Hollywood as p place to live in. I hope it is equally pleasant to work in." He was photographed entirely without make-up. ' Studio experts believe he will prob-' ably be one of the few Hollywood stars —Wallace Beery is one of them -—who do not need grease-paint.

Cheat An American in Scotland on business met .McGregor, and the conversation turned to golf. “I’d like a game,” said the American with a sigh, “but I’m a very bad player ... I can’t manage any course under a hundred and twenty, I’m afraid”. “Oehl’ said McCJregor, ‘‘l’m worse than you. Verra often I take a hundred and fifty for the coorse.” “Is that so? Well, now, as we’re so evenly matched, let’s have a game with five ; shillings on every hole.” • “And so it was arranged. Months later, when the New Yorker had returned home, he was telling the story: “And would you believe it, boys,” he wound up, “that lying Scot went round in seventy-one, and took five shillings off me! ’’ ®<S> <S> <s> Right Road. An old Highland soldier got into a tram travelling to Inverness. Rather i unsteadily he sat down beside a SalvaI tion Army officer. For some time he gazed at the offi-

I eer’s uniform with profound concentrai tion. At last he broke into speech. ••What’s yer regiment, man? I canua mak it oot. ” The officer replieed; “I am an officer of Heaven. I go to Inverness to fight the devil, to Abeerdeen to fight him again, and then to Dundee, Edinburgh, and New Castle.” “That’s right, ma man,” said the other; “keep on heading the blighter south. ” «>«><»<s> LOGIC It happened in an Irish police court. An old offender was summoned for being drunk and disorderly. “Ten shillings or a fortnight,” said the magistrate. “But, sir, I’ve only got two shillings m the world,” said the prisoner. “Well, you must go to gaol. If you hadn’t spent the money on drink you would have been able to pay the fine.” <s> <•> <s> <•> Tiring “I’m very tired,” said Mrs Jones from the head of the supper-table, one Sunday evening. “You shouldn’t be,” said the minister, who had been asked to the evening meal. “You haven’t preached two sermons to-day.” “No,” said Mrs Jones, absent-mind-edly, “but I listened to them.”