Close Up (Jan-Jun 1930)

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CLOSE UP would be necessary for us to drive on into Los Angeles to Police Headquarters I doubt if there was a hair on his head that had been overlooked. Hunger had now overtaken us. We stopped under a tree and opened our luncheon parcels. To-day, no one would take any notice of such a common sight. But on this occasion, sixteen years ago, we collected a crowd in no time. Some of the girls, with an elaborate show of indifference, nibbled at their sandwiches with so exaggerated an elegance and such super-crooked little fingers that I now had a genuine hysterical breakdown. Millie, ashamed of me, bit savagely into hers and scolded me with her mouth full. We continued the journey into Los Angeles. The location man disappeared into the police station and nearly two hours passed before he emerged, permit in hand and registering black rage. It was, of course, now too late to take the skidding scene and he raved about the wasted day, the inefficiency of fire stations. Board of Trades and Police Headquarters. He did not include location men in his diatribe. My merry mood had by now worn off, and I was as solemn as anyone during the return journey. The first sight of note that met our gaze on the Inceville lot was Bob McKim with a bandage tied rakishly round his head. What are you supposed to be? " Millie inquired innocently. He gave her a look in which was no vestige of his morning effulgence. " I have been ! he announced gloomily. I was cast in a Western bar room fight. I wish to God I knew what guy it w^as that broke a beer bottle on my skull." 872