The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1930-08-13

gerating one bit, he insisted.
That's straight. That's just the
kind of stuff Adamson pulls. To-
day I blew up. The other day they
handed me a Saturday Evening
Post story that they'd bought the
rights to, and wanted me to adapt
it. Adamson was in a great big
hurry. He's always in a hurry.
AFTER sweating over it and get
ting the script in shape, learn
today that he has passed the same
story out to two other men on the
staff.
Can you imagine the big stiff?
Just imagine! Instead of letting a
couple of us collaborate on it and
get the benefit of each others ideas,
he passes it around as If it was a
contest or something!
That's his idea of economy. They
can't buy me new typewriter to
replace that Old coffee mill 1 have
to work on, but they can waste the
time of three men making fairly
important money, in duplicated eff
fort.
I'D like nothing better than to
have Adamson tell me to get out
and stay out"
Paul Collier nodded in sympathy.
He put an arm on Rorimer'S shoul-
der and steered him back to the liv-
ing room, and he said, falling I'M
gracefully into chair, that he could
understand, of course, but wasn't it
little unwise to throw away a SAL
airy such as Continental was paying
Rorimer, just because of inability
to get along with a bum of an ex-
ecutive?
Tan, has eyes glinting wrath
II fully, demanded of Collier what
he would do under the same cir
cumstances. I suppose you'd smile
and like it, Ell? You would like so
much"
Say" Collier interrupted, 'if
ever landed one of those fancy
scenario-writing jobs, I'd take out
an accident policy on it. That's
just how nice I'd treat it."
Rorimer, he added, didn't know
when he was well off. 'I could put
up with an awful lot, Danny, my boy,
just as long as the old dough was
there on pay day."
II have a life-size picture of you,"
Dan retorted, his eyes taking in
the others lanky, powerful frame in
significant appraisal. You'd be
planting your fist in the middle of
Adamson'S nose"
Collier grinned. He clasped his
hands in back of his sleek, black
head and. leaning back indolently in
his chair, observed that Adam
sons nose was a big enough target.
Il don't want to see you lose out,
Dan." he said. THAT crazy south
ern temper of yours will get you in
trouble yet. What will you do-no
foolin'-if AdamSon decides to take
you up?"
Rorimer replied that he hadn't
given the matter much thought.
I'm not worried. Martin Collins is
friend of mine. He told me that
if ever thought I'd like to make a
connection at Amalgamated, to let
him know. and he'd see what he
could do for me-"
why, you old razor blade, you;
you're too blamed stiff-necked to
ask Collins or anybody else to do
something for you," Paul accused
him, and there was affection in his
tone and in his smiling gaze.
Dan made no answer. He smoked
In silence. his mind dwelling on
more pleasant thoughts. Collier
turned back to his typewriter and
wrote steadily for ten or fifteen
minutes, after which he leaned back
with heavy finality and announced
that he wanted another nightcap.
It's your turn, son." he said, and
Dan went out to the kitchen.
Collier turned on the radio, stood
before the open window, softly hum
ming. hands thrust in his pockets,
staring absently at the night sky.
The room behind him was spa
cious and comfortable in the soft
light Of well-chosen lamps. Open
book shelves ranged the wall at one
end. There was baby grand piano.
And roomy chairs that a man could
sprawl and rest in.
Dan returned presently with the
glasses. and Collier. taking his, held
it up and looked through it toward
the light. He said. ''I forgot to tell
YOU: saw friend Of yours today.
Mona Morrison. I spent most Of the
morning over at United Artists, and
was shagging along Formosa ave-
nue. when I ran into her.
took her to lunch. She told me
she had just finished up at one Of
those studios along Poverty row. ]
| forget which one" He smiled
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