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100 ii took NINE TAILORS
mount. The best of these was Clarence, directed by William De Mille and adapted from the Bootli Tarldngton stage success in which Alfred Lunt made his first New York appearance as a leading man. In this picture we had lour of the most prominent stars of the old days— Wallace Reid, Agnes Ayres, May McAvoy, and kathU n Williams. Wally Reid was just approaching the end of a very spectacular career. He had started as a bit player with Universal about the time I was working as an extra in New York and had arrived as a star in Griffith's The Birth of a Nation. From this he had gone1 on to become one of the most popular and talented leading men in pictures.
Wally was a sick man during the shooting of the picture. Between scenes he would go to his dressing room and lie down for a nap or he would fall asleep in his chair. When it came time for him to go to work, it was always difficult to wake him up. He looked very tired and very ill, but when he stepped in front of the camera, he could always turn on the charm that had made him famous.
I learned during the picture that in trying to deaden a painful affliction from which he suffered he had become a drug addict. Hut he was an excellent actor and very considerate of those with whom he worked. 1 remember one instance when we had a scene together in which we were supposed to have a fist fight and I was to get knocked down. We had to do several takes of this scene and Wally, who was much larger than 1, kept worrying about socking me too hard, although I'm sure that in his physical condition he couldn't have hurt a fly. It was one of the last pictures Wally Reid ever made. A few months later he went to a hospital in an attempt to cure himself, and there he died.
During my first few years in Hollywood I was seldom cast as anything but the villain— the no-good in the opera. I was such a deep-dyed scoundrel that the kids in the audience would start hissing as soon as I appeared on the screen— even before they knew the plot. They recognized me as a heel, a low-down, unscrupulous despoiler o{ women and a wrecker of homes. I was the kind of heavy