Word spread through Los Angeles fortnight ago that the city's Art Association was soon to open an ultra-select exhibit of International Art, to whose vernissage none but California's double thick social cream would be invited. One day last week the invited cream, 2,000 strong, flowed fatly to the intimate opening. They came from parties given by such art-lovers as Norma Shearer and Mrs. Randolph Huntington Miner and jostled, perspired, stared at each other instead of at the pictures. After the first day, the milk of the citizenry to the number of 30,000 saw...
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