Screenland (May–Oct 1927)

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By Rob Wagner C[ Directors resigned and camera men grew old while Will Rogers wen. on exuberantly raising the devil. ((Will Rogers in makeup as he Caricatures Ernest Torrence in "The Covered Wagon". Y first morninc as Will Rogers' new director did not start propitiously. Arriving gaily, I was met by a sad'eyed ruin with a battered megaphone. "I hope you know what you are letting yourself in for," he said as he saw my beaming smile "Three of his former directors are now gibbering idots in the goosegow and if I'd have stuck it out one more picture, I'd have lost the last of my buttons." '"And see these gray hairs," added the director of the Kid Komedies "I got them trying to handle littl boys, and take it from me, Willi: Rogers is forty years younger than my youngest." "I'll say he]s sumthin' awful," piped up the cameraman. "He won't make up, absolutely refuses clcseups. and won't give you entrances and exits. Ask the cutters what they think of him." "And the worst of it all is," put in the studio manager, "he won't stick to the story. When that bunch of firecrackers he uses for brains begins to go off, the story goes with em. Evidently the Roping Philosopher was not getting on well in the Temple of Custard. "Will," I said as I joined him in his dressing room, "it seems that you are unhappy here. What's the matter?" "Well," he drawled in between gum chews as he sat opening his fan mail. "Goldwyn played me as a char 23