Star-dust in Hollywood (1930)

Star-dust in Hollywood of the room. Serried rows of clothes on hangers filled all the available space and made a series of narrow corridors, through which three or four wardrobe-men were scurrying with arms full of costumes, which they flung on to the counter. Even the fronts of the posts themselves were hung thickly with properties that might come in useful. I had no desire to thrust myself into the rush of the habitual extras, and, taking out my notebook, made a list of the hotch-potch articles hanging there : Necklaces of teeth, a crown of thorns, tambourines, crutches for a dwarf, a Russian bride's head-dress, a wooden arm, police helmets, and hats of various nations, horses' noseprotectors, Scots caps, a skull, a sceptre, swords, firemen's helmets, serious and comic, lictors' bundles, Hawaiian garlands, a trident, Mexican hats, and other properties almost as incongruous. At last the crowd thinned off, and I showed my ticket. "Oh, yeah," said the man. "Mr Gordon. Yeah, Mr Cruze's ass't'nt toP me 'bout you. Gipsy fake is what you want, see? You'll be a purty big size too." He measured me with his eye and picked out a shirt, a pair of trousers, and a couple of handkerchiefs. " That'll fix you up all right," he said. " Now I keep this here ticket, see? You bring back your clothes, 'n' I give you back your ticket, see, 'n' then you can get your pay. Now you go and look for Harry 'n' tell him he's got to give you a special's room, see ? Then when you're dressed up you go and find the make-up man. ..." His instructions led me to the man Harry, but did not lead me to a special's room. Harry was a wispy-looking fellow with a permanently plaintive face. " Gee ! " he almost wailed as he ogled my ticket. " You're another of them. I'm sure I don't know where I can put you. Why, all the specials is three an' four in a room at this [200 ]