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Part 1: Hooray for
Hollywood
The great thing about growing up in Hollywood and
attending Hollywood High was the inestimable pleasure of
treading over the Marx Brothers’ footprints every morning as I
took a shortcut to school through the famous Chinese Theater.
(It now is called Mann’s Chinese Theater. It always will be
Grauman’s Chinese to me.)
A whiff of old Hollywood still lingered in the 1960s.
The school's mascot was Rudolph Valentino as "The Sheik." And
every year, Harold Lloyd visited, film reels in hand and
dragging along an aged organist, to show one of his silent
classics, which at the time weren't in circulation.
Today, it's common for one and all to lament the misery of
one's high school years, with its rivalries, cliques, and bad
haircuts. If those existed when I was a kid, I happily missed
'em. (Well, not the bad haircuts.)
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