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A tour of the busy studios with the man who sees all, knows all and loves to tell about it. .
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By
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Moroni Olsen, Margaret Lockwood, Shirley Temple, Randolph Scott and Martin Goodrider in "Suzannah of the Mounties."
MAYBE all things d( come to him' who waits but I've never found it so. One month when I had an awful hangover I just waited around for someone to come tell me about the new pictures but no one came and my copy was late and the editor got mad and threatened to fire me and scared hell out of me. So now, no matter how I feel I just drag my carcass out of bed and don't wait around any more. All this probably doesn't interest you but it should be a lesson to you and the moral is, "Don't run around the night before you have work to do and then you won't wake up with a hangover."
Now that that's settled we'll get started. First, there's —
20th Century-Fox
and there's too much doing out here for comfort.
Picking a stage at random, I stumble on to the set of "Stanley & Livingstone." Spencer Tracy is Henry M. Stanley, daring ace reporter of his day. He has just returned to New York after scooping the country on the Comanche war in Wyoming. He is in the office of the New York Herald, where he works, talking to Henry Hull, its fiery publisher. Hull wants him to go to Africa to try to find Dr. David Livingstone, a missionary and explorer, who has been lost there for four years, somewhere in the Lake Tanganyika country. But Spence is strangely apathetic. He wants to expose the Tweed Ring (a gang of criminals). Hull is hardly listening to him. He points to Africa on a map hanging on the wall.
"The Dark Continent — mystery — heat — fever — cannibals," he muses, touching a spot on the map marked "Unexplored." "The sources of the Nile and the Congo are somewhere in there. A jungle in which
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you could lose half of America — a land that even the greatest conquerors never attempted to penetrate — Alexander, Caesar, the pharaohs of Egypt. Unchanged, untouched since the dawn of history. And somewhere in there is a grand old man — a man of God — who's devoted his life to spreading the light in its darkness. That's a . story — a real story — " (watching Spence out of the corner of his eye.) Spence is quietly looking at the map, obviously deeply impressed by Hull's words. Hull seeing this, shrugs with elaborate carelessness and continues: "But I guess you're right. It would be an almost
impossible task. Now let's see — the Tweed Ring, eh? Harper's weekly has a young cartoonist named Thomas Nast who's been doing a splendid job on Tweed. Perhaps you'd better talk with him first — T
"Where was he heard of last?" Spence; interrupts quietly.
"Tweed?" Hull asks with assumed \M nocence.
"Livingstone," says Spence shortly. J "Lord Tyce's expedition reports hejj died a year ago — somewhere in the Tanganyika district." He pauses a moment and then goes on briskly: "You'll find Nast up at Harper's — "
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