It took nine tailors (1948)

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218 IT TOOK NINE TAILORS "You are definitely no longer one of the ten best-dressed men," he said, "but you are still among the first twenty." We had to do something about that, so we sent the suit to Paramount's wardrobe department with instructions to take a little of the newness out of it. The suit must have been used as a doormat, because when it came back, it really looked the part. But when I put it on, Al still shook his head. "Something's wrong/' he said. "Now you look like a millionaire dressed for a hard-times party." "We can't make the suit look any worse," I told him, "or I will be playing the part of a hobo." Finally we realized that it was my mustache that was destroying the illusion, so I combed it out to make it look scraggly. Then I stopped getting haircuts. As the final touch I got an old beat-up three-dollar hat from wardrobe. Nothing looks quite so shoddy as an old three-dollar hat that has begun to molt and to get a little bloated around the brim. The plot of Little Miss Marker was very simple. A fellow came into my bookie joint and lost a bet but had no money with which to pay. He had his little six-year-old daughter with him, so he left her as security until he could go out and get the money. But he was killed in an automobile accident and never came back. I was stuck with this six-year-old orphaned child. Nobody else in the place would take care of her, so I had to take her home with me to the cheap apartment where I lived. Finally I, and all of my tough Broadway friends, fell in love with her. The cast of the picture included Charles Bickford, Lynn Overman, Dorothy Dell, and Warren Hymer. I thought I was the star until we started shooting, and then I discovered that the star was an actress I'd never heard of before— a six-year-old by the name of Shirley Temple. What an actress and what a scene stealer she was! After a week of shooting she knew half the tricks of the trade. We finally started kidding with her as though she were a trouper with forty years' experience. I would say, "Look, Miss Temple, don't try to