Motion Picture Classic (Jul-Dec 1930)

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Around the World Ball JOHN HOLLAND'S folks were "in trade." Down South, suh, in Greensboro, North CaroHna. They hoped the same sturdy career for their only son. But John had tender spots, instead of textiles, in his racing blood. He had seen little boys and immature youths working in the textile mills. They had lint clinging to them — all over their clothes and hands and faces and hair. Besides, they were pale and anemic and coughed badly and had hollow, young-old eyes. They made him distinctly ill. From his very infancy, John shuddered away from textiles. John was sent to school. He was kicked out. John was sent to another school. He ran away. John was sent to another school. He took a girl horseback-riding through the Spring woods, in defiance of his father's strict orders to the contrary, and was chased out of town at the point of a shotgun by his tried, tempestuous parent. The point of the shotgun precipitated John into the Navy, to see the world. Indeed, he did. He circumnavigated a goodly portion of the globe and was dead broke in every port. Crap games. After two years of good old Uncle Sam on the high seas, John got fed up and obtained leave. He joined a prospecting expedition to South America. The prospecting was not prosperous. John set sail from Rio de Janeiro with a thousand dollars in his jeans. He landed in New V> r 0 k e So Hollywood Wa s Logical In John Holland's Life By GLADYS HALL York City with fifty cents. Crap. Twentyfive of the fifty went for some sort of an official stamp on his luggage. Twenty-five from fifty leaves — but do it yourself. Parking in Parks JOHN wandered over to Battery Park. He found a dime in the gutter, probably dropped there by some indigent newsy. On thirty-five cents, John subsisted for five days. He slept on the park benches by night and was wakened via the heel-warming process in the mornings. The system was simple. You moved on when the copper tapped you. You described a circle and you came back to the same bench again. You developed a fondness for your own bench. A sort of pride of possession. John says he didn't get very fraternal with the other park-benchers. There isn't much social life there, he says. People keep pretty much to themselves. After the five days, John obtained a job with the United Fruit Company. He checked bananas. Those he didn't check, he ate. To this day, he says, he has a hemorrhage when he looks at a nice ripe banana. During this interval he slept in the Newsboys' Rooming House and flop-houses. You pay a nickel or a dime and you fling yourself on the floor and feel luxurious with tour walls around you and a roof over your head. And plenty of companionship. Batting around the docks, John ran into a chum of his. They read a sign that said things about enlisting in the Canadian Army. It was "something to do." They enlisted. Being Broke Didn't Matter AND, after some preliminary training, found themselves in Siberia and for two years m Vladivostok. Broke. Crap. And other things. Their thirty dollars a month, army pay, didn't last them more than one night in the town. There was a Russian countess. It was a polyglot, tragic place with broken-down Europeans scat{Continued on page S2) 52