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On Location 83
took up another hike to the ferry building. And while we hiked this stretch we wondered — for so far we had come breakfastless — if we would have time for some nourishment before the 8 45 boat.
A block this side of the ferry building was "Murphy's," a nice clean saloon with a family restaurant in the back, where members of the company often gathered for an early morning bite. We stuffed ourselves until the clock told us to be getting to our little ferry-boat. Who knew when or where we might eat again that day?
"Ham," Mr. Murphy's best waiter, took care of us. As the hungry breakf asters grew in number and regularity Mr. Murphy became inquisitive. Mr. Murphy was right, we didn't work on the railroad and we didn't drive trucks. So, who, inquired Mr. Murphy of Ham, might these strange people be who ate so much and were so jolly in the early morning ?
And Ham answered, "Them is moving picture people."
And Mr. Murphy replied, "Well, give them the best and lots of it."
We needed "the best and lots of it." We needed regular longshoremen's meals. Outdoor picture work with its long hours meant physical endurance in equal measure with artistic outpourings.
Ham is still in Mr. Murphy's service, but his job has grown rather dull with the years. No more picture people to start the day off bright and snappy. Now he only turns on the tap to draw a glass of Mr. Volstead's less than half of one per cent.
"But I want to ask you something," said Ham as I started to leave.
"Yes?"