Photoplay (Jan - Jun 1943)

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to Phil. Just at this moment he wanted to take both his brothers and smash them up against a wall. He was fighting mad. He was going to find Roy and have a showdown. Phil went straight home and found Roy packing. "So you're running out, too?" Roy shifted, sat down on the edge of the bed. "Wilma and me, we're going to be married." "Maybe that'll take the wind out of you. That's not what I mean. You're running out on the Jordan Brothers," and as Roy moved to speak, "You shut up and listen to me. It's the last time you'll have to. What Chet did wasn't so bad. He's not going out on his own. He just stopped. What you're doing is a dirty double-cross." "I know it's tough on you," Roy said coldly. "You needed Chet and me. Now Chefs out. I don't want to hurt your feelings, Phil. You kept us together a long time. Now we got to separate. I killed 'em on the air. I have to find my own place." "I can't get along without you?" Phil stood paralyzed in the doorway, still watching Roy complete his packing. This was betrayal. LIE stepped to the telephone, called ' ' Sam. "Book me alone," he said. Roy put out his hand hesitantly. Phil took it. "No hard feelings, Phil?" "Whatever way you feel suits me." "I'll let you know where I put up, until I'm married." Everything was gone, but not quite. He still had Doris. For her, he had to prove his work. She'd be on his side, but strangely he thought of Betsy, and how he had told her one night if one of them stepped out the others would sell hamburgers, do anything but never team with outsiders. He called Doris again. "She's having new pictures taken," said the maid. "I guess she couldn't come to the phone now." He saw her finally three days later. Then he waited for her at the studio and drove home with her. It was the only time she had. She was so very, very busy but warmly sympathetic. She was sure he had a glorious future in any of the acting fields he wished to enter. She simply wouldn't have a minute for ten days and then she was afraid she'd be going on a personal appearance tour. She'd call him before she left. "You're not discouraged, Phil, are you? After all, you didn't really need your brothers. Promise me you won't worry?" She sealed the promise with a kiss, rather hastily given, because just as she lifted her face, the houseboy came running out to say that her producer was on the telephone. ITHIN two weeks Sam got Phil a spot, one specialty for one pic w ture. Phil knew he was showing considerable fear durihg the shooting. Perhaps Roy was right. Maybe he could do nothing without his brothers. He was not astonished to hear later that the projection room had ordered his specialty cut out entirely. No — it wasn't bad. They had to sacrifice some footage and his turn could be easily lifted out. He was through. 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