The Waterbury Democrat., 1933-12-12

as a lamb, almost reasonable.
 He was even heard to ask a mans advice, and what's more, he actually took 1t. Naturally that set people to wondering.
 Eddie Sprague knows the inside story, but he doesn't say a thing. He's just glad that it's so and he's leaving well enough alone.
 It all started at the time they were about to shoot Loves Sacri- fice." Hellman, as was customary, called a meeting in his private of flee. Everybody who was anybody on the Hellman lot was present. in- cluding Don Carlos Ellison, casting director; Eddie Sprague, his assist ant, and most important of all, Max Reicher--the great Max Reicher- who had but recently come from abroad and who was going to direct the picture. And Hellman was lay ing down the law.
 "What we need gentlemen" Hellman was saying, lis good mother. A good mother! Do I make myself clear?"
 There was a general murmur of assent.
 Hellman cleared his throat and COuLlI.ucQ. lUo SlOly we AdfC CO work on is, pardon me, lousy. They say there's nothing new under the sun. Well, Loves Sacrifice is the daddy of 'em all. Still, it's got good title and we paid twenty thousand for the novel, so we got to use it.
 "Then there's June Kirby. Her contract calls for one more picture
 1, week, whether or no. So we got to star her.
 "So with a stale story and stale star there's only one thing to do. We must discover a new screen personality to play opposite her. Some one we can plug and build up. Some one entirely different. So what I say is: Let's get swell Q number one, bang-up mother. A mother that'll be a WOW! A mother that'lI make 'em cry: thatll make 'em ask themselves when did l write home last? They'll eat 1t up. Am right?"
 "AND WHAT A
 PRESS STORY"
 Hellman continued: And what press story it'll make! Obscure Actress Turns Star Overnight! The great chance comes, not to beau- tiful young girl but to an old wom- an who has given up hope! Great! Hop to it, Don! Get us 8 mother that is a mother!"
 Hectic days now followed for the casting office, for word had gone | out that Montgomery Hellman was looking for mother.
 Soon the waiting room of the Hellman Super-Productions was crowded, stuffed. filled to the gills with aspiring mothers.
 Very few of them got past ElG- son, say, one in every fifteen. Reicher looked them over next very very critically and passed only one in every twenty-three. The lucky one was thereupon hopefully and fearfully ushered into the pres self. And Montie would shake his head at each and every one of | them. No. She wouldn't do.
 Late one afternoon, Montgomery | Hellman stepped into his gleaming i car and was whisked away, Great | Neck bound. He shook the cares | and worries of the Hellman Super Productions from his mind and | gave himself up to pleasurable an- ticipation of friendly poker game dealers choice.
 Suddenly the car slowed down.
 "What is 1t, Peterson," he called in annoyance.
 "Gas!" said Peterson over his shoulder. We're outa gas. That son of a gun Grant gypped me again. There's a station around the corner. We'll just make 1t" They did.
 The gas station they reached wasn't by rights, Q gas station at all. It was a general store. post office, soda parlor and tobacco shop with a gas pump in front of it for