Modern Screen (Dec 1931 - Nov 1932 (assorted issues))

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By JACK JAMISON ♦ ♦ ♦ Lee Tracy talks fast, works fast, travels fast, thinks fast! Hollywood thought it had seen everything, but when he blew into town after making a lightning trip from New York, we OKAY, America! Here we are in our plane, a mile high, on a sunny morning. A landscape four thousand miles ziride spread below us. Farms. Rivers. Hills. And there's the highway, like a thin grey ribbon, rolling out across the world from east to west. And what's that? Down the road conies a scurrying cloud of dust. Cows gallop away in terror. Chickens flutter into the air like bundles of rags. Tearing along! Racing! Roaring! Whirling around curves, slithering, careening, straightening out again. Can you hear the roar of that motor? Boy, how it's let out! Look at the sun sparkle on that windshield! Thhr-r-r-r! Listen to her hum! Kansas. Oklahoma. Now he's cutting south. Texas. Listen to her roar, that motor! Day and night. Doesn't he ever sleep? Who's the driver, anyhow? Let's swoop down and take a peck. Here we are — low enough to make out a tousle of yellow hair. Looks as if somebody's been fraying a piece of manila rope. Why, it's Mrs. Tracy's little boy, Lee, on his way to H ollywnod ! California, here he comes!