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Fred Datig, a casting director now with Paramount, says, "They make the mistake of imagining that a motion picture studio is a charitable institution. They think they should be given work because they need it. Doubtless they do.
" But unfortunately the thing works the other way. The only reason a studio ever employs any player is because the studio needs him, because he fits the r6le in the picture."
Now isn't that amazing?
"I had a girl in this office yesterday," he went on. "She had left the stage in New York and had come to Hollywood to work in pictures. I told her I had nothing for her. ' But I need work! I have to have work! What am I to ^0?' she cried, plaintively and reproachfully.
"'That I do not know,' I was forced to tell her. 'You came because you wanted to come. We didn't ask you to come. Nor
At top is a small army of extras who were needed to make an epic of "Noah's Ark." Above at right are these same extras before they were costumed foi "Noah's Ark." Over five thousand called to appear in the picture. At right is the entrance to the casting office of Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer— with Florence Barton at the switchboard arranging appointments. Below is the lineup for "The Tide of Empire"
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did we promise you anything. Nor did we even know you were coming. It simply happens that you don't fit in anywhere at the moment. I am sorry. But I can't help it.'
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HE could not be convinced. And she went away, pouring vituperations out upon me for a hardhearted man. It happens every day." Every day.
1 sat one afternoon in the outer casting office at MetroGold wyn-M aver and watched the people coming and going. Looking for work. Asking whether there was a "call.' Asking timidly, pleadingly, sulkily or threateningly, according to their temperaments. Florence Barton, the alert and extremely intelligent young woman who guards the outer sanctum and handles the incoming queries at the telephone switchboard, expressed herself crisply in regard to them.
"They weep and wail," she said. "They shake the rafters with their sobs. But we can't get upset about it any more because we have found that the ones who really need our sympathy say little about their troubles. It is so likely to be an act, put on for the express purpose of getting work.
"There was a woman — rather elderly — who cried. She cried very loudly. She told us that her husband was dead and that she was supporting a sick daughter. She must have work.
"It happened that we had a place for a {Continued on page 68)
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