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in his movie career took place in The Old-Fashioned Way, during a scene with the troublesome LeRoy. In the course of a boardinghouse meal, the infant dropped Fields' watch in the molasses, turned over his soup, and hit him in the face with a spoonful of cream. After dinner, by chance, Fields found himself in a room alone with his tormentor, who was in the all-fours stance on the carpet. Tiptoeing up softly, his face filled with benevolence, he took a full leg swing and kicked the happy youngster about six feet. The comedian threw himself into this scene, as he tried to do with all his pictures, and wrapped up some splendid footage for Paramount.
But his conscience must have bothered him, for the next day he appeared on the set with presents for Baby LeRoy. It taxes the historian's ingenuity to explain the many paradoxes of Fields. While he was authentically jealous of the child, he made sheepish and comradely gestures on the sly. One time when Baby LeRoy's option was due, Fields needlessly wrote a part for him into one of his pictures, to emphasize the child's importance to the studio. In his home the comedian once had a photograph, prominently displayed, of himself and the child star riding kiddie cars. And yet, asked in interviews how he liked children, or child actors, he always replied with a sincere growl, "Fried," or "Parboiled," or something equally unaffectionate.
In The Old-Fashioned Way one of Fields' most curious total irrelevancies occurred. He was cast as the impecunious manager of a problem-ridden vaudeville troupe, a part upon which he brought to bear an lot of dubious personal experience. At one point, traveling in a coach with his hungry band, he received a telegram canceling an engagement somewhat farther up the line. The sender's identity was of no consequence to the story, but Fields, as he read the message in high-flown tones to his charges, was unable to resist an ad-libbed flourish at the end. He finished
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