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minute he stretches out, his mind revs up like a Mustang motor — thinking about what's happened that day and what goes on tomorrow. Making plans and having hunches. Getting ideas and inspirations. Dreaming exciting, wideawake dreams.
Because there's no actor or actress vin Hollywood brimming with bounce like Hodie. He's loaded with more potential volts than Boulder Dam and happy as Heaven about the whole thing. If he doesn't blow up from spontaneous combustion, John is set for the time of his life from now on. Already, once or twice he's come prettv close to flying off into a billion Hodiak atoms from pure enthusiasm.
Hodie's most Horrible Moment, he'll tell you, came the first day he faced a Hollywood camera to speak his piece. It was with Red Skelton in "I Dood It"— not anything to bid for an Academy award, but to John it was — as everything is — the most important job in his life. They gave him five pages of dialogue to take home, and said, "We'll shoot it in the morning." John stayed up all night memorizing his dialogue backwards and forwards. He came to work pepped up like a doughboy on D-Day. He arrived an hour early and sat around all morning jumping out of his chair with a "Coach, lemme in!" look every time the director glanced his way.
Finally he got a nod, and he bounced across the set.
"We've rewritten your part," the director said. "Here's five more pages."
John learned those. He sat and fidgeted. He sat and fidgeted some more. He got another nod. Again he shot across the stage like a substitute quarterback in the Big Game. "Here's another re-write," yawned the director again. "Learn this."
Well, I won't go int6 the sad tale, spasm by spasm. Except to say that there turned out to be four new scripts for John to learn on the set, a couple of changes of wardrobe, a beard to be put on and then a beard to be taken off, and a whole day to wait trembling on the edge of his big moment. When they finally did get to Hodie — around quitting time — he was as woozy as a chameleon on a crazy-quilt (Continued on page 86)
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