Exhibitors Herald (1927)

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November 5, 1927 EXHIBITORS HERALD 21 from the way you talked last night, you had a kennel full of dogs.” He knows I’m married and that my wife is well fixed. It seems that I had to tell that, too. And he looks mean enough to spill the whole work to Patsy, if I don’t come across or make good on my promise to get my friends to take stock in his proposition. I can’t tell him that my recommendations would be the last thing my friends would invest money on, if they had any money, and I can’t think up no way to get Patsy to give me any such amount without spilling the whole thing myself. I need quiet to think up something and this guy talks all the way, and what his 1923 flivver does to my stomach is nobody’s business. * * * Anyhow we gets to Hollywood at last, about nine o’clock in the evening, and stops at my office for a wash-up and a few snifters. Then I feels better physically, but my mind ain’t so easy. We goes over to Henry’s for dinner, Sullivan, being still willing to pay the bills, and just gets seated at a table in the back when I sees Patsy walk in! She sets down at a table up front. Also she spots me, and I goes up to her to keep her from coming back to us. I gotta lot of important explainin’ to do and I don’t want to have any audience who has been with me any time this last week. “Well,” she says, “so you’re here! I just got back from Frisco this evening, on the daylight express, and I couldn’t reach you at the office or at home,” she says. “Where has you been?” she asks. “The play was a flop,” she says. “We closed last night. Didn’t you get my wire? Where was you?” “Lissen, sweetheart,” I says, “I’ve been busy. I’m promotin’ a new company. A track for dog races. It’s the latest craze,” I says, “We oughta clean up big on this. I put you down for one grand. It’ll probably make you independent rich,” I says. “Yeh,” she says, “I’m independent enough now,” she says. “And I tell you one thing, Benny Price. I didn’t get that way investing in no wild cats.” “Dogs,” I says, “not cats.” “And furthermore,” she says, “you or nobody else ain’t puttin’ me down for anything I ain’t even been told of.” “All right,” I says, “you’re missin’ the chance of a lifetime, but we’ll put $200 in it, anyhow. I practically promised that.” “We’ll put $200 in?” she says. “Has you got that much cash, all at once?” “To tell the truth,” I says, “this last week has been very expensive, with the entertaining I have been obliged to do and all, and I was just goin’ to ask you — ” “I thought you was, Benny,” she says. “Who is back of all this?” “A very big Chicago financier,” I says, “Mr. Jack Sullivan.” “Jack Sullivan?” she says. “Let me see.” She gets up and starts back for the table where Tom Handy and this Sullivan is at. Just then he turns around and see Patsy and if ever I sees a man look scared it was him. Patsy marched right up to the table. “Jack Sullivan?” she says, right out loud, “Jack Sullivan! I heard last week in Frisco that you had took that name, Mike Dugan, but I didn’t expect to run into you so soon. What’s the game now? What are you trying to get my husband into?” * * * He kinda braces up. “No game at all,” he says, “a perfectly legitimate proposition,” be says. “And I ain’t trying to get him into nothing. These men has borrowed $200 from me and I’ve got their I. O. U.’s for it.” “Give them I. O. U.’s to me,” says Patsy, “give ’em to me, you hear. Or do you want to explain to the police what you done with the money you skipped outa Toledo with one night when you was managin’ the old ‘Ginger Girls’ company, leavin’ us all flat,” she says. He handed our I. O. U.’s over and done an exit that would have made his fortune on any lot in Hollywood. And it was all I could do to keep from following him. It was my turn next! JULES WHITE Director EDUCATIONAL PICTURES ARTHUR STONE FIRST NATIONAL STUDIOS “THE VALLEY OF THE GIANTS” Albert Rogell Smilin’ Through “The Shepherd Of The Hills” J§ THE Special Of the Year Charles R. Rogers-First National ' 1 At Inspiration Point, Utah, 1 1,250 Feet Toward Heaven Working with Alec Francis, Molly O’Day, John Boles, Matthew Betz, Otis Harlan, JpM Marian Douglas, Romaine Fielding and Others to Film the Most Beautiful J :m Most Stirringly Inspiring Picture of the Season. ALBERT ROGELL m