Photoplay (Jul - Dec 1927)

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He was a war ace — but in peace deny his stomach food, so must he deny the weed to his pipe. Plainly, and absolutely, Neil North was broke. For two days, with clear blue eyes, and the stubby pipe always in a corner of his mouth, he had been tramping Hollywood, trudging wearily and hungrily from one studio to another, from casting office to casting office, in search of some work, any kind of work. Always the result of his search had been the same — an impersonal smile, an impersonal voice, "No casting today." Except at one place where the question had been shot at him — " Ever been in the army?" "Served a bit during the late scrimmage." "What branch?" "Aviation." 66 "Can you fly a ship?" "I have done the same." "You're in luck. We've been combing the country for flyers. Ashley is making a war picture and has snapped them all up." The clerk offered North a card. "This'll get you on the lot. Ask for the casting director." North took the stubby pipe from his mouth. A pain shot through his stomach. "What kind of a picture are you making that you need flying men?" he asked suspiciously. "A war picture," the clerk replied. "Here — take your card!" North's blue eyes were hard. He did not take the card.