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The Menacin'
Man
The %Jillainy of Earle
Foxe Includes Stealing
His Son's Toys
BY HERBERT CRUIKSHANK
HE had just finished killing Victor McLaglen. And a very neat job he made of it, too, Personally, I could never understand how some folks can be so messy with ^''"^ their murders. No finesse, no je ne sais quoi — if you know what I mean. But practice makes perfect, and he'd killed Vic several times before
Nevertheless, it was a good job well done. Particularly when one considers the fact that up to four films ago Earle Foxe was known primarily as the creator of that very silly ass Reginald Fan Bibber. Reggie, you remember, being the two-reeler chappie who had all sorts of ghastly custard-pie things happen to him and his high hat.
But what a different setting this! No comic background here. The scene was real and raw and ruthless as the pungent tang of tar and bilge that permeated the studio. The picture was "The River Pirate." And the stagnant water on the flooded set lent the odor of the wharves to the stark realism of the scene. In such environment I had seen half-naked shenangoes mingle blood with sweat in murderous battles with baling hooks, eye-gougmg, ear-biting battles from which even the victor was scarce able to stagger away.
"Putitdahn, I tellyah! Put it dahn!" Vic McLaglen had yelled in his Cockney accent. But Foxe, sleek rat of the river, held the gat steady on the big Briton's heart. Inch by inch they edged nearer, taut with the lust of the battle which must come. Then the sudden leap, the flash of the gun, and "Cut! That's very good Earle, very ^ood Vic," from director Bill Howard.
"They've certamly made you a deep and dirty menace in this babay," I ventured as Earle stepped off the set.
"Yes," responded the ex-slapsticker, "and when they write 'em dirtier, I'll play 'em heavier. Let's get a glass of milk."
And over the milk I learned about Foxe from Earle.
Ohio Plays Santa Claus
HE was born in Oxford, Ohio. As the feller says, lots of good men come from there. The better they are the quicker they come. Earle was born on Christmas day. Just a little gift to art.
If it hadn't been for one thing and another, he might still be taking the local talent joy riding. And boy, what a buggy it would be. For old Dan'l Foxe owned the buggy works. And Dan'l was Earle's grandpa. But, of course, as things happened, the buggy works gradually evolved into the Buick Motor Company. Which makes old Dan I one of the founders of General Motors. And makes his grandson, Earle Foxe,
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