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Everything Happens At Night
DEAR EDITOR:
This is the first time in my writing life that I ever started off a story by introducing the weather, but, lady, how well do I remember those hot days of last September!
If that's poetry you can make the worst of it because the weather got the best of me.
Sunny California! Lady, that sun came pouring down so fierce for ten days that it curled what hair I got on the top of my head into a permanent! Those ultra-violet rays violeted me so badly that I'm still shedding blisters off a my anatomy! Lissen! When dat ol' Debbil Thermometer hit 108.4 degrees I sat in the shade of a pepper tree, held an umbrella over my head and still got sunburned!
And then what happened?
Well, I musta been crazy with the heat because just as soon as I learned that Director Irving Cummings was going to shoot some ice skating scenes in Sonja Henie's Everything Happens At Night picture I thumb my way out
Right, Robert Cummings fights on in Everything Happens at ISight
In which our favorite extra discovers I Ik; I " Ouch " sounds just exactly the same in any language
By E. J. (ICEMAN) SMITH SOW
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to 20th Century-Fox, and I see a nice, gentle character by the name of Jack Mulcahy who does chores in the publicity department, and I tell this nice gentle character that I want work. So he goes and sees his boss, Harry Brand, and Harry does a little phoning and in no time at all I'm out on Stage 15 which is a cold storage plant. The whole floor is made into a rink with ice six inches thick, and I say to myself, "Here's where I live until the hot spell is over." A thinfaced gent, clad in a fur overcoat and overshoes, barks, "Hey, you, get some skates that'll fit and limber up. I want to see what you can do before I give you a spot in this skating routine we're about to practice."
Well, I get me some skates the right size, and I sorta sneak out on the ice with fifty other guys and gals, and I do me a figure eight and a couple of inside and outside rolls and the guy in the fur coat whose name I find out is Nick Castle, the dance director, says, "Okay, [Continued on page 44]
Sonja Henie and Ray Milland in a warm scene on a frozen sound stage