Browning chief. [volume] (Browning, Mont.) 1941-1953, 1942-03-20

were sharp, you amt no Adawnis-
they amt no Lois LIE Fevres with purity
legs blockin' the traffic to git to you"
They would if I'd let them. prom
ised the cops I'd stay off the main
streets" He sighed. Legs is just some
thin for a girl to stand on, at my
age"
The cross-eyed man laughed. you
amt 10000 years old yet"
A girl passed in powerful roadster.
That's Lois LIE Fevre-a lola-pal-
oozer-I'd say" the cross-eyed man
said. She's worth even Addison Lance
facin' firm squad for"
They amt none of them worth
that" snapped Casey.
The cross-eyed man again looked in
two directions. Il guess maybe you're
right" he said.
That girl Lance borrowed was" the
man with the bull neck smiled. That's
why you're both playin' eXtra-you
amt neither one got no romance"
What are you playin' extra for
then?" asked Casey.
Just because" was the answer.
Because you got more romance than
brains-that's why" snapped Casey.
Il got some brains if anyone should
ask you"
Don't worry, they amt no one askin'
me about your brains" Casey was in
dignant.
Swans circled above the meadow in
the direction of Lake Toluca. The
mountain in the distance was tinted
azure, in spite of the blazing sun.
Come on over, gang" yelled a voice.
Hurry up, shake leg, we wanta fin
ish the picture tonight"
That assistant wouldn't feel good if
he wasn't baWlin' somebody out"
grunted Casey. Hes got to show who
he is that way. He'd be stuffed shirt
if he had shirt"
The man with the bull neck num-
bled, Il didn't raise my boy to be a
soldier"
Come on, lollypops," again shouted
the assistant director.
The firing squad wheeled into line.
"Jarnegan amt as tough as he is"
The cross-eyed man hesitated a sec
back east-killed a guy in a fist fight.
They oughta send that assistant to
Jail, too. Make him more human. When
sAAiSSsSAi PASNNA liz "do DWELL
didn't keep us waitin' all day like he
was Almighty God out slummin When
he came to me he says, It'll be okay
Put him in the middle. Don't let the
camera pick up his eyes, I like a guy
like that-he knows they amt no soft
spots for a cock-eyed man in Holly
wood"
We're all cock-eyed," said Casey
Hes plenty tough though"
Maybe So" put in the cross eyed
man. But he amt tough on them that
can't help themselves. just knew
when he told the castin office he'd be
there to pick us at 10 that he'd be
there. He's been down an out hisself."
"So've a lot of Others" said Casey,
"but they forget that when they get
up"
A limousine drove across the mead
ow. The leading man greeted the as
SiStant director.
where's Mr.. Jarnegan?" he asked.
Here he comes, Mr. Lance" the as
sistant replied.
Hello, Addison" the director said.
Good morning. MI. Jarnegan," was
the return.
The leading man, Jarnegan's find"
had come to him some years before
Go on the road everywhere
companies-forget about acting-be
natural. Learn timing-like a fighter
You've got everything else Then come
to me-it's too bad you want to be an
actor-but you know best"
His guide and friend ever, Jarnegan
had put Lance under personal con-
tract.
Not 20 then, Lance had obeyed Jar
negan. No one knew that the young
hopeful with stock companies, some
times vagabond, and always on the
ragged edge of life, was doing every
thing for a purpose. Jarnegan had
come up the hard way-so would he.
If the economic winds of life blew
hard, Jarnegan did not hear of them
until they had ceased to blow. Jarne-
gan liked that The boy knew how to
take the lashings. Next to Barney
Sloan, the writer, Lance had seat in
Jarnegan's heart.
When he came to Hollywood once
a year, he would play extra and regale
Sloan and Jarnegan with his expert
ences. They touched the director, now
becoming obsessed with the futility of