A reporter on a Hollywood paper got the thrill of his life, just the other day. He’s got a gal friend who works in movies and lives at the Girls’ Studio Club, where a score or more of the screen’s most beautiful young actresses live. The reporter’s phone rang, and his gal friend’s voice, all excited, screamed, “Come over quick–Robert Taylor is loose on the second floor of the club, and he’s chasing all the girls into their rooms…..
The reporter, envisioning he sweetest story he’d ever covered, waited not. He dashed furiously to the club. And there, he discovered, Robert Taylor actually was loose and chasing the girls. BUT–Robert Taylor turned out to be just a little long-haired dog, who wandered into the club several days before, and was adopted by the girls and christened “Robert Taylor.”