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Early one bright Hollywood day that dawned on rumors of a romance between Joan Crawford and Don Barry, the cowboy actor, Miss Crawford's telephone tinkled. From the other end swooshed a Niagara of italicized insinuation:
"Hello. This is Hedda Hopper. Put Joan on....Hello, Joan?...All right, dear, tell me all about it....Well, he says it's pretty serious. . . . Oh, come on, you can't fool me. Are you in love with him? . . . Now look, dear, I always ask personal questions....Well, how do you get a man to hang that...
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