Motion Picture Magazine (Aug 1928-Jan 1929)

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You Airit Seen othin' This Tear Pm TellM the ^Boys Where They Qet Off arf I Qet On Says AL JOLSON to HERBERT CRUIKSHANK B-B-B-BOY, you're lookin' at a sick man. Yep, a cold. Where'd I catch it? Say, how do I know. If I'd known where it was, I wouldn't a' gone there. Say, do ya know I'm getting nutty like the rest of these Hollywood guys. I useter be all right. Honest. You remember I was okay on Broadway. Well, now I'm getting to talk and act like the rest of the goofs. Bought myself a lot — I mean a piece of acreage. I told some guy about it, and lookit, he draws me a picture of a castle I should build. Lookit, swimming pool, garage, stables. And here a playground for the maids. Wouldn't I look swell keeping a playground for the maids. Let 'em play in their own backyard. T'aint doing this cold no good either, me working down here nights. Yep, midnight to eight A.M. Using the Warners' new theater for some of "The Singin' Fool" sequences. Have to wait for the gang to clear out after the last show. Say, some mob of customers. Looks like they got Sid Grauman guessing. Certainly giving Hollywood a Grauman holiday. B-b-b-boy, I'll say they are. Pictures is a tough racket. Yes, sir. You get yourself all het up over a scene, and then it doesn't turn out right. If you cried real tears on the stage, you'd panic 'em. But I cry real ones here, and have to keep on crying 'em for re-takes till I feel like an April shower. We're not trying to make a bad picture. Honest. We're trying to make a good one. And b-b-b-believe me, we are. Got a kid in it that's the goods. We got sound in it, you (Continued on page 96)