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Victor lUcLaglen Interviews VictorlUc Lagien
Mr. McLaglen is the second star to give the low-down on himself in TALKING SCREEN'S series of delightful self -interviews — and he does himself proud
SEZ me when I heard they were fixing for me to interview myself, "Well, McLaglen, old boy, so you've turned out to be one of those writing fellows. You've done everything in this cock-eyed world except shove a pen across a piece of paper, and now they ask you to turn H. G. Wells and train a gross of adjeaives and a barrel of nouns into a pretty yarn."
"Yeah?" says I threateningly letting the word slide out of the corner of my mouth. "Sez you?"
"Yeh, says I," comes back McLaglen quick-like.
'Well," says I, mugging.
"Well, McLaglen," I says to myself like, "so you've turned out to be one of those writing fellows. You've done everything in the world except shove a pen across a piece of paper and now they ask you to turn H. G. Wells and train a gross of adjectives and a barrel of nouns into a pretty yam." "Yeah?" says I threateningly.
McLaglen's biggest successes have all been in pictures produced by Fox. What Price Glory (his favorite). The CockEyed World, and Hot for Paris are some of them. His latest is On The Level and this pose is from that picture.
smce you re so anxious to show up Sinclair Lewis and Arnold Bennett and Aldous Huxley and some of those literary guys, supposing you do the work. Supposing you just sit there and fire questions at me. And I'll answer them. And then you can go somewhere and borrow a typewriter and write out the blamed interview."
"Nix!" says McLaglen, fast with his footwork, and dodging that one neatly.
"Why not?" I comes back.
"Well, in the first place, Vic, I never could spell. Always got the vowels in receive' and "believe' mixed up." "Won't need to use those words," says I, grinning.
■ ND, in the second place," continues McLaglen ignoring that, "I'd rather handle a horse than a typewriter, any day. Or build a cabin like the one I built in Cobalt, up in the Canadian backwoods that season I was scouting around for silver . . . remember?"
" And you cut down trees, larches they were, all piny smell
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