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Photoplay is happy to give the first and only account of the terrifying but fascinating experience of tliis famous actorauthor. Told in his own vivid style, Errol Flynn reveals his latest adventure in a life that is already crammed with thrills
Scores of American lads, interested in anybody's scrap, have joined the Spanish armies. It's adventure to them
Passes were difficult to wangle but Flynn and his friend. Dr. Erben, succeeded in reaching the front
I\ \1 quite 'lead. I .mi quite a bil surprised about it, too. Struck me all of peal when I found out about it. For three I i had to argue with people try to prove that I'm tnd ol a zombie. The best authorities between Madrid and Holl; wood have all concurred that I'm not. I don't exist, [got Killed. And, what's more, they seem to have ■ hi n I hov up and stai I talking. When I cro i tito France from Spain, a little rolly
pol) I rent h reporter gazed at me indignantly.
Mai M teui i I mort! I have written so! All over the
M it hi returns alive!"
II •' reall quite wrought up about it and somehow I felt
I uppose I really should have been
dead, but I ■ right down to it, I just didn't feel like
ale of t i. ,ii the moment the last
:' ■ ' had been to vith ai tion and ex< itement,
1 1" < ' ni leading up ' tn melj sad death were more
ill. in a bil i-'ii in/ in thei
Win n Jack W.iiiHi aid I could have eight weeks off, I left o i.i i I" i ouldn'l ' hange h nd grab a phone and
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have me back for portrait stills. Somehow, I couldn't imagine the publicity department following me into the front line trenches of a nice healthy war. It makes publicity men and producers very nervous to be shot at. So I picked on Spain for a few weeks' rest and quiet.
A RRI\ rING in Spain, I felt I was right back in "The Charge of the Light Brigade." After having passed through better than fifty "Committees," I arrived at the famous old Grand Via Hotel in Madrid. "Committees," incidentally, are small patrols of men. armed to the teeth, who examine your credentials while their rifle muzzles probe at your fifth rib. You may have the right papers, but they always look at you as though you stole them.
I was glad of the comparative peace of the hotel and immediately took a nice, cheap room on the third floor with a lovely view.
At nine thirty the next morning, I found out why it was so (luap If you've spent the last twenty hours riding over shell pitted roads at eighty m.p.h., you rather like to lie abed for a while the next morning, so I was in no mood for levitv