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HOLLYWOOD SHORTS
Those who had to wrinkle to think, wrinkled — everyone wrinkled. The silence was broken only by Horatio's foot tapping hopeful moments away against the water-cooler bucket.
Like a restless schoolboy's, Ham's eyes roamed up the facing of the door, around the moulding of the ceiling. For a moment he was watching a fly at the window pane. Then his gaze focused upon the cool green lawn outside, between stages one and two. Midway on the picture lot a couple commanded his attention.
44Lookit, fellas!" he exclaimed and grinned. 44Lookit the boss strollin' with that new fern star of his."
Quite as if a recess bell had sounded, thinking was abandoned. The conference broke up at the table and convened at the window.
"Where?" Edgar demanded eagerly. 44Gimme a look!"
44The other way, you mug!" Ham informed proudly. "Between the stages, cuttin' across the lawn to the sidewalk."
Contemptuously Horatio sneered: "Lookit th' screwy boss! Why, Mr. Schmaltzing!" he kidded. "How could yuh be so chipper?"
"Now where do you suppose the boss has been with that dame?" Jay chimed in, shading his eyes with a wide palm. "Musta been showin' 'er the lot. They just came from the laboratory. Lookit the goof swell up. You'd think he was the papa already. Wonder if he's showed 'er how nice and cool it is in the projectin' room?"
Just to have something to say, Edgar rebuked his insinuations.
"Right!" Ham agreed. "How can you talk about our boss
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