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f The movies are not the only place where you'll find upstage people. But however you dislike their manner, you cannot help but love them when thev show they are really human. It took Norval Chillingworth, the new leading man, nearly a week to reveal himself to Mr. Bloom as a regular fellow.
"/ see you got over your cold," said Mr. Bloom. "Why, I have no cold, Julie objected. "/ thought you had," he said, "I thought you had such a bad cold you couldn't speak to anybody."
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By Louis W e a d o c k
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Illustrated by Everett W y n n
JL SHALL see you anon, gentlemen," said Norval Chillingworth, the new leading man, and gracefully backed out of the office of the president of the Planet Film Corporation, Inc.
"The same to you," the flustered little president called after him, looking in some chagrin at the hand which the new leading man had forgotten to shake.
"Well, Mr. Bloom," asked Bruce Wappinger, the director, who was the other gentleman to whom the leading man had tossed his condescending valedictory, "what do you think of him ?"
Mr. Bloom pursed doubtful lips.
"I think yes and no," he answered, and locked the door.
Then he walked to a window and stood there gazing with evident dissatisfaction upon the landscape.
"Hollywood is getting fuller and fuller of stuckuppishness," he muttered. "When that fellow was in his own country what was he? — an assistant king or something like that?"
"He tells me that he was a very good actor," answered the director, "a very, very good actor."
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"Now, don't you start trying to talk like him," exclaimed Mr. Bloom in disgust. "One 'I'll see you anon-er' in this company is enough and too much. But if that feller can act on the screen as good as the papers say he can act on the stage I can make so much money out of him that I can afford to listen to his language."
There was a knock at the door.
"He's probably come back to tell you something about himself that he forgot," whispered Wappinger, whose admiration for actors who were not engaged upon his recommendation was small.
"Maybe if you'll take care of your own knitting it will be just as good," commented Mr. Bloom testily and moved toward the door.
But the testiness was all in his voice, for as he crossed the room his chubby face wore again its habitual expression of benignity, and as he turned the key he glanced over his shoulder and smiled at Wappinger.
When he opened the door the smile died.
"It's only Julie," he said shamefacedly.