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ic Ganadian exploiteer, about problems, plans and prospects, spot-_ ting a herd of deer 200 yards from the railroad... Mike volunteers that they are White Tails and he seems startled when we add that there is plenty of doe in that crowd... Leaning out the vestibule doorway with Walter Gould and gulping in huge lungfuls of pineflavored mountain air... Hotel guests staring enviously at the fascinating display of Mickey Mouse dolls, trains, games, watches, etc,, in the main lobby... Recalling the manual labor involved in setting up this display, with the assistance of Dick Rickard, the omnipresent (and omnivorous) press agent for Walt Disney... Gazing out the window of the train with Elizabeth McCaffrey and Mary O'Brien and trying to point out rattlesnakes to them from among the heat-parched clumps of chapparal and sagebrush.,. Giving up the search and ordering ice-cold Lemonade instead...
Mr. Lichtman and Mr. Kelly in the Santa Fe Station, Los Angeles, smilingly greeting with hearty handshakes the arriving delegates the Sunday night before the convention opened... Thursday staying up till 3 A.M. to bid bon voyage to Sam Seidelman and Walter Gould, who are flying in the early morning plane from Los Angeles to Mexico City... Gazing with rapt attention and Al Margolies at the marvelous double rainbow which half-circles upwerd out of the rocky peaks of New Mexico... Wishing it could be captured for use someday as a theatre front display... Participating with our fellow-conventioneers in the joyous pastime of drinking double-size glasses of orange juice for breakfast... Strolling at noontime around the Ambassador swimming pool, one of the most beautiful in the world... And’ watching the dozens of gorgeous California beauties disport themselves
in the bright sunlight... Shaking hands with G. M. Hoyt, the United Artists conventioneer who traveled all the way from St. John, New Brunswick, to be present...
At the Selznick Cocktail Party on Tuesday afternoon listening to that amusing raconteur, Adolphe Menjou... juggling a Dry Martini
and trying to get through the crowd with it to charming Ruth Fraser, Merle Oberon's friend and secretary... Meeting David 0, Selznick, thrower of the party and lion of the festivities... Over-hearing at least 20 conventioneers complimenting David upon his successes of the past several seasons... Watching that expansive Selznick smile the sure sign of a happy, successful man...
Complimenting Monroe Greenthal, hard-working exploitation chief of the Home Office, for the remarkably fine display which he staged in the convention hall of the Ambassador consisting of handsomelydressed enlarged photos (10! x 15!) of President Al Lichtman and
our owners and producers, together with special panels around the sides of the room depicting the new season's product... Noting the interested reaction of the conventioneers as they stopped to inspect our own display of foreign publicity clippings (7' x 15')... The delegations of local film fans in Marceline, Missouri, and other towns along the route, who came down to the train to see the stars... But who were not disappointed when instead of stars they found our very handsome and personable delegates... Visiting the Tebernacle in Salt Lake City...
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