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My Trip to Hollywood
WO and a half years ago, when I decided to go into
pictures, I bought a ticket to Hollywood, thinking that
all I had to do was get there and go to work immediately. But, upon my arrival I found it a different story.
Not knowing a soul and believing that I was a star already, I stopped at one of the best hotels, paying six dollars a day for a room. I did not have an automobile, and as most of the studios are some distance apart, making the rounds of all of them in a taxicab was quite expensive. I kept up this expenditure for about four months. Not receiving the expected contract, my funds were beginning to dwindle. I decided to rent a room for five dollars a week, which I realized I should have done in the first place to economize.
Newcomers in Hollywood have to know everyone from gateman to producer before they can ever get into a studio. I was here two months before I saw the inside of one, because all the progress I had made up until that time was the casting office window, where every day I would meet with the same disappointment, "NOTHING TODAY."
Finally the telephone rang one day and I was requested to be at the United Studios, made up, at eight o'clock. I was so excited I forgot to ask them how much money they were paying. The next morning I arrived at the studio eager and happy. I worked all day in a mob scene with hundreds of other people, that night receiving seven dollars and a half for that dreadful day's work. When they handed me the money I just stood and stared at them. I found out then that I was nothing more than a plain "extra." I met with the same disappointment that thousands of others had met. That night I decided that it was harder to work as an actor in a studio than it was to lounge hi a nice, comfortable seat in the home-town theatre and watch the finished product. To me it had looked as easy as falling off a log.
I worked as an extra for months and months. One memorable day, out of a mob of sixteen hundred people on the Metro lot, Rex Ingram picked me out to carry in a tray in one of the scenes being "shot." I thought I was "made" right then. After the scene was finished I was told to get back into the mob again. I was rather disappointed because Mr. Ingram did not even find
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