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HOLLYWOOD
NOTES
•y SOft THOMAS
HOLLYWOOD Jt-Q. What hap
pen to film acton when they’re
nt acting A. Moat of them work
at other jobs.
Something new hat been added
l the aociai strata of Hollywood,
That it the part-time actor. The
actor who speeds acme of bis time
acting and the rest at other work
ia beginning to outnumber the
flayer who can make a full-time
String at it.
That doesn’t mean that Marilyn
Moaroe and Debbie Reynold* are
going to tabor as carhops between
pictures. They and other big-name
•tars can still earn a handsome
thing from the make - believe
World. Bet the actors without the
hig names are having a tough
time of it. The reason: Film
•todioa can no longer provide
enough employment for the num
ber of actors who thrived in Holly
wood some years ago.
Take a look at toe contract lists,
la IM7, thaw were 742 actors with
contracts at the studios. In the next
throe years, the figure dipped 463,
MO and 315. Last year the number
tt contract players me to an
optimistic 344, but now the figure
Is at an all-time low f 304.
“Acting work in TV films has
taken up some of the slack in un
employment," said a Screen Ac
tors Guild spokesmen. "But not
enough."
I discussed the employment
problem with a number of actors
oo the "HeU and High Water" set
and found that most of them had
other Jobs.
Taka big, tough-looking Jimmy
Casino, for instance. When the
studios aren’t using him, he coach
es boxing at a gym. His studio
connections have leaded him some
lucrative Jobs, such as teaching
Jeff Chandler how to box for a
movio role.
Then there's handsome young
Jerry Sullivan, wee an Air Force
pilot Ho was trying to put himself
through med school at Texas
Christian University hut ran out
of money. So ho came out here to
earn some cash In pictures. That
didn’t provide enough money, so
he woks nights as a record keep
er at St John’s Hospital
Don Orlando produces TV shows
whan ha isn’t working on the film
stages. Gus Lax ia correspondent
for a police magazine. Bollin Mari-
Jama, a Japan-ie who has been
hi pictures for 23 yaars, also relies
on the steadier income as a low
ing machine repairman. Peter
Scott ia a recreation director for
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Chapter 4
Rocky alverson paused,
ran his hand into his pocket,
drew out an object *1 also
waited.” he said, "to give you this,
j* happened to buy your father's
desk, and before ft was loaded
land taken away. 1 idly opened one
of the drawers, fm sure you must
nave forgotten to remove this."
1 He placed a small photograph
in her trembling hand. Through
the blindness of tears the gazed
at the snapshot of her father, ha
mother and herself as a small
ebiid. On some forgotten, carefree
holiday they had been, and all
were iaughmg. More than any
thing could have (fame, this small
Krture brought back days that
and been happy and-—trustful—
and upright! More than anything
else she would rather have had
this.
“Forgive me," she said, end
turned away, striving for control.
“Don’t mind me.” Rocky said
in a very gentle fame.
But presently she turned back
with a gallant, courageous gesture
and with that impulsive gener
ousness that had always been her
greatest charm, held out her hand.
Thank you very much,” she said,
as his brown fingers dosed over
hers.
Then she was brisk and effici
ent. as if the little incident nad
never happened "You wanted to
see me about something—impor
tant"
“Yea,” be began, then stopped
as if finding it a little difficult to
go on. "You see. i—l remembered
your singing the other night at
the Melody Chib. I don’t know
how you're fixed financially, but
if you're in need of • ion. Fd
like to take you cm at a soloist
with the orchestra. The salary
would be forty dollars a week"
She would have laughed at the
idea singing professionally at
the Melody Club a week ago. but
now it did not seem at all pre
posterous. And forty dollars a
week would be a good salary for
a girl who had had no business
training. If she had needed it she
would nave lumped at the offer.
But thank heaven, she didn’t need
it! There was always the comfort
ing thought of Arnie Hewitt in
the city of Los Angeles. Arthur
Bruner {days an accordion in a
night club.
PAINTER INHERITS
EDINBURGH, Scotland UP An
American house painter is the new
12th baronet of Dunbar, an ancient
Scottish family with a deserted
crumbling mansion..
The family lawyer has con-
the background of her mind.
They’d be married soon now—
Arme would know she needed a
haven of protection—and would
ask her to set the day soon. And
then life would be almost as it
had been before—except for that
horrible new sense of unworftn
ness which her father had be
queathed her and which she knew
would take a lifetime (ft living
down.
Now she smiled at Rocky and
would have been horrified if sne
had known that it was with a
little condescension — “Thank you.
Mr. Alverson. It’s very kind of
you to think me capable of bold
ing down a Job like that. And I
assure you if I really needed ft
Fd be only too faapy to take you
up on it. But as it happens—well,
you see. Fm going to he married
soon—"
T see." Rocky smiled too. His
white teeth flashing in bis tanned
face—where did he get such a
beautiful tan? Then she remem
bered ms estate outside (ft town
where it was reputed he spent
much of his time. For the first
time she realized that be waa
younger than she nad always
thought—surely not over thirty—
and that his appearance must
make him very attractive to wo
men. No doubt he had a string
of them! Men like that always do!
"Men like that!” What did she
really know about Rocky Alver
son?
"Then there is no use ia my
lingering,” he said now as they
reached the great front door. "If
you’re ready to leave. I’ll be
nappy to give you a lift wherever
you re going in my car.”
She did not want to go with
him. She did not want these last
moments when she shut the door
upon her old hone to be spent
with Rocky Alverson. But there
seemed no way out of it without
being ungracious and rude Per
haps. after aIL it was better this
way. With Rocky Alverson look
ing on she would be sure not to
give way to her silly emotions.
“Thank you.” she said. “My
bags have already been sent over
to my Aunt Harriet’s, and Fll be
glad of the ride over."
She stepped out on the porch
beside him, and as if sensing her
inward turmoil, he walked on
finned the title on Adiran Ivor
Dunbar, of Upper Fairmont, Md.
He said no estimate (ft the value
of the estate could.be given until
all the legal ends have been tidied.
The deaths of two former baro
nets in two days put Dunbar next
in line.
VEGETABLE CAKE
ALBUQUERQUE Oh—Police Sgt
leaving her to dope the big aft
doors alone. But almost imtantJ
she wa* beside him, walking fa
breathing rapidly as if natft'
away from something to painful
to look on any longer.
He helped her into the long
low car standing at the curb and
she did nee look bock as they
drove ?. Had she known that
he waa consumed with pity and
admiration lor her courage, she
would probably have "broken
down. But glancing h*
perturbable profile she could
guess nothing of what he was
thinking. So that after a moment
the tumult in her breast subsided
and she felt a calmness stealing
over her. That it was a calmness
tinged with despair did not maba
it any the km welcome.
ROCKY drove slowly, giving
her time to get control of her
self before she reached her aunt’s
apartment. He knew something
of Harriet Lawrence and did not
think it would comfort Greer aoy
to have her aunt witnas any
weakness on her part He was
quiet, leaving her with her
thoughts,, only suggesting as they
neared the business district that
they stop somewhere for coffee.
“No. thank you. Td rather get
on if you don’t mind." Greer nuL
T had breakfast hours ago.
"H you should ever need that
Job I mentioned," be said, "plane
don’t hesitate to let me know. It’s
conceivable that if you really
need work, it might be bard to
find it in this town. People art
narrow They don’t forget!”
Her face flushed crimson, her
slim body trembled.
* "That my father eras not honest
and that consequently his daugh
ter is not to be trusted? Is that
what you mom? Thank you. Mr.
Alverson, for reminding me of
that! I shan’t forget it!"
And she was gone, swallowed
up into the cavernous doorway of
the apartment house. For a long
moment he Mood looking after
her. a sardonic pin twisting bis
features. Of course, be reflected,
she had no way of knowing that
be was simply refering to him
self. and that the town bad been
too narow ever to forget bis hum
ble origin'
A. I. Neete is on a diet, so whea
his birthday rolled around this
week Members of the force pres
ented him with • csko—made si
onions, cabbage and carrots.
Only reason Neete could figure
out was that they were getting
back for the corsages he passed
out last Christmas—made of chili
peppers.
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