It took nine tailors (1948)

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236 IT TOOK NINE TAILORS most satisfying role I have ever had. It lasted for over six months, and I traveled to "locations" in England, North Africa, and Sicily. The producer of our show was the USO, and our audience consisted of United States troops. In England we formed a troupe composed of GI's with some professional stage experience and three British girls who had been music-hall performers. In North Africa and Sicily we had a smaller group but continued to put on a two-hour show with music, dancing, and vaudeville skits. At the end of the show I entertained the boys with stories about Hollywood, its stars, and its personalities. While in Africa I had the privilege of meeting General Charles de Gaulle. Everyone had led me to believe that he would be austere, dour, and morose. Instead he greeted me with a big smile; and when his aide started to introduce us, he brushed the introduction aside. "I have known Menjou all my life," he said in French. "Come in, Adolphe." I never expected a reception like that. After we were seated in his office, he sent for a bottle of sherry and we sat and discussed the war for an hour or more. When I got back to Hollywood, after six months of one-night stands in army camps, it was a little difficult to get oriented to the town again. Clean sheets, regular meals, laundries, and lightsit was like a dream. I luxuriated for a week or so and then went out to play a game of golf. I hadn't had a stick in my hands for seven months. Naturally the vultures descended on me. George Murphy and Billy Grady, casting director at Metro, snared me into a game. They knew I would be easy money. On the first nine they murdered me. I couldn't have hit the side of a barn with a handful of buckshot. So I tried to rationalize the situation. "After all," I said to them, "in view of what is happening in the world, how can I keep my mind on such a trivial thing as a golf game? It's going to be a long, tough struggle, boys. I've talked with the men who know— men on the inside like First Lord of the