I think Marion Davies must have enjoyed the late 'thirties more than any time in her life. She didn't have to worry about getting up at the crack of dawn to pretend to be a movie star any more (hell, she hardly bothered to brush her hair), WR was getting old enough that he'd let her out on the town on her own every once in a while, and even if she was getting a little chinny, she still had the best rocks in Hollywood. What did she care if stuck-up posers like Connie Bennett gave her the high-hat? Doug Fairbanks still thought she was good fun.
Look at them. You just know that the second the photographer finished, they ditched Miss B. and her lapdog, Gilbert Roland (she'd marry him, eventually, but here she's still the Marquise de la Falaise de la Coudraye, thank you very much), and headed back to the bar.
