Peg Entwistle was supposed to be a star.
At seventeen, she lit up a New York stage
in The Wild Duck. Critics noticed. Broadway noticed. A young Bette
Davis saw her perform and told a friend, “I want to be exactly like Peg
Entwistle.”
That’s the compliment people build careers on.
Peg talked about acting like it were
electricity. If she hit the right emotional pitch in the first line, the rest
would take care of itself. For a while, it did. She joined the Theatre Guild.
She earned genuine praise, and Hollywood came calling.
It’s 1932. The sign in the hills still read
HOLLYWOODLAND — a giant white promise stretched across the sky. Peg signed with
RKO and landed a role in Thirteen Women. She reportedly joked, “I’m
going to live in that sign.”
It sounded romantic. Very
Hollywood.
Then the studio cut most of her scenes. The
reviews were flat, and the phone stopped ringing. Momentum, once lost in
Hollywood, rarely circles back.
On September 16, 1932, Peg left her uncle’s
house in Beachwood Canyon and walked into the hills. She climbed a maintenance
ladder behind the giant white “H.”
Two days later, her body was found in the
weeds behind the sign.
The papers loved the irony. One columnist
wrote, “She reached for the stars and caught a letter.”
That line lasted longer than her film career.
Peg Entwistle, 24, came west to make the world
look up at her name. Instead, the world still looked up at the sign.
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