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Dick Grace not only would break his neck to succeed: he actually did. To the right, as he looked after doing it. Above, a more recent portrait; and at top, with Colleen Moore, after turning turtle in his plane for the sake of art and "Lilac Time"
WHEN an attractive young man of thirty deliberately courts broken necks, busted ribs and frequent vacations in hospitals, you take it for granted he is either goofy or a what-the-hell adventurer. But when he happens to be Dick Grace and neither, you sort of wonder what it's all about.
Dick is the boy you're seeing when you think you are looking at your favocite juvenile going into a tail-spin or more likely a crack-up, in the latest war epic. Crack-ups are Dick's specialty: the most dangerous form of stunt flying. Misjudging distance, engine trouble, or a poor landing field may lead to a crash. When the nose of the plane crashes into the ground, or overturns and smashes a wing, it is, in the jargon of the air, a crack-up. Dick has undertaken nineteen for the camera and eleven just happened, unasked for and unordered. And he lives to drive his Chewy through Hollywood traffic, an even more dangerous undertaking.
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Dick Grace's One Fear Is Of Killing Someone Else
By DOROTHY LUBOU
I first met Dick on location with "The Big Hop," an aviation feature starring Buck Jones, with Jobyna Ralston in support. Dick, thumbing his nose at death, was supervising the air scenes and stunts. The ladies and gentlemen of the press had been invited by a genial publicity man to bring the wife, or hubby, and kiddies and give 'em an air ride. A writer friend, being unburdened with either, brought me along; and despite much inner trembling of the soul and outer trembling of the knees, I went up in a plane piloted by Dick. I had assured him nonchalantly that I was quite used to planes. I had been up once before.
A Cinematographic Collision
AFTER getting a close-up of the clouds and all sorts j[\_ of funny sensations at the pit of my stomach, I decided that aviators were very remarkable fellows. We were about to make a perfect landing and I was mentally congratulating my mother for still having her charming daughter, when something went wrong. Decidedly. We hit {Continued on page 88)