"I am not fond of vulgar display," he says, "or--"
"What are you wearin" that black eye for then?" I asks him.
He didn"t have none ready for that, and I blew.
Well, Harold run true to form.
The next afternoon I seen Duke standin" near the African Desert. He was callin" upon Heaven in a voice that could be heard plainly in Cape May, N. J., to ask it if it had ever seen a actor like J. Harold Cuthbert. Not gettin" no answer, he turned his attention to the other place, and when he seen me he put it up to me.
"What"s the matter with Harold?" I asks him. "I thought he was gonna be a knockout in this Shakespeare stuff."
"He was!" says Duke. "The camera men are laughin" yet! Alongside of that big four-flusher, Kid Scanlan would look like Richard Mansfield!"
"He"s rotten, eh?" I says.
"Rotten?" yells Duke. "Why, say--callin" him _rotten_ is givin" him a _boost_! If that big stiff is an actor, I"m mayor of Shantung! He don"t know if grease paint is to put on your face or to seal letters with, he"s got the same faculty of expression on that soft putty map of his as an ox has, he makes love like a wax dummy and he come out to play "As You Like It" in a dress suit! It took eight supers to keep him away from in front of the camera, and he played one scene with his face glued up against the lens!"
Just then Harold himself eases into view with the Kid taggin" along at his side. Scanlan is excited about somethin" and wavin" his arms, but Harold still has that old sneer on his face, and as they come up, I hear him sayin" this,
"My dear fellow, I know more about auction pinochle than Hoyle. At home I am recognized as the champion card player of--" He breaks off, when he sees us, and turns to Duke. "h.e.l.lo!" he calls over. "Are you ready to admit now that my idea of making feature productions is the right one?"
"No!" snarls Duke. "But I"ll concede that as an actor you"re a crackerjack bartender! D"ye mean to tell me that you got away with that kind of stuff in the studios back East?"
"I introduced it!" says Harold, proudly. "As a director for some of the largest film companies in the world, I have put on hundreds of--"
"The only thing you ever put on was your hat!" interrupts Duke. "And I bet that give you trouble on account of the size of your head. I suppose you"re gonna tell me that you"re also a scenario writer, a camera man and the guy that got Nero"s permission to film the burnin"
of Rome, eh?"
"The last is something of an exaggeration," pipes Harold, "but as far as the other things you mentioned are concerned, I must confess that there are few people in the business who have approached me!"
"Ain"t that rich?" whispers the Kid to me. "You got to hand it to this bird!"
"You"d be a wonder as a press agent!" I says to Harold.
"Now that"s odd you should remark that," he smiles. "For, as a matter of fact, I excel in _that_ field! I did all the press work for--"
"Columbus!" yells Duke, wavin" him off. "Good-by!" he goes on. "I got enough! You got a liar lookin" like George Washington!"
Harold looks after Duke as he went into the office.
"Heavens!" he says. "I can"t stand that man with his petty little jealousies! Now when I--"
I don"t know what the rest of it was, because me and the Kid left him to tell it to the African Desert.
Well, Genaro bein" afraid to get in dutch with Potts, which accordin"
to Harold was a ex-roommate of his, give this guy a crack at everything from directin" to supin", and Harold hit .000 at "em all. The only thing he seemed to be any good at was talkin" about himself, and he was champion of the world at that! He was willin" to concede that Wellington beat Napoleon and it was Fulton who doped out the steamboat, but _he_ was the guy that had put over everything else. His favorite word only had one letter in it, and that"s the one that comes right after H. No matter what subject would come up anywheres where Harold could get a earful of it, he was the bird that invented it!
We went down to Montana Joe"s one afternoon to deal prohibition a blow, and the Kid gets talkin" about drinkin" as a art, carelessly lettin"
fall the information that, before he had put the Demon Rum down for the count, he had been looked on as a champion at goin" through the rye.
He winks at Joe and orders a tumbler of private stock. Harold never bats a eye, but says he"s got a roomful of lovin" cups which was give him for emptyin" bottles. Joe sets down a mixin" gla.s.s full of booze before the Kid, and Scanlan looks at Harold and asks Joe what was the matter with the shaker. Harold coughs and raps on the bar. "You may let me have a seidel of gin!" he says, sneerin" at the Kid--and we all fainted!
He got run out the south gate one afternoon by a enraged scene painter for tellin" the latter that he could shut both eyes, bind one arm, lay flat on his side and paint a better exterior than the two hundred dollar a week decorator, and he started a riot in the developin" room another time by remarkin" that the bunch in there didn"t know how to paste up film--adding of course, that _he_ did. He tried to show Van Aylstyne how to write scenarios, and Van Aylstyne threatened to quit cold if Harold wasn"t called off, and when he found fault with Genaro"s lightin" of a night scene, Genaro chased him all over the place with a practical shotgun.
It wouldn"t have been so bad, if Harold had come through on _somethin"_. If he had discovered _anything_, he could actually do even half way decent, he would have got away with murder. But no!--That bird was the original No Good Nathan, from Useless, Miss.
The fact that he didn"t cause no sensation in our midst, worried Harold about as much as the price of electric fans keeps "em awake in Iceland.
There was only one thing Harold was afraid of--and that was lockjaw!
Then Potts blows in unexpected one afternoon, and we all stood around to see him and Harold fall on each other"s neck. In fact, pretty near everybody in Film City watched the reunion which took place on the edge of the Street Scene in Tokio--it was very affectin".
Potts comes walkin" along with three supers and Eddie Duke carryin" his suitcases, when Harold b.u.mps into the parade at the corner. Genaro had sent him over to Frisco for a lot of props that would be needed in a picture he was puttin" on, and naturally, now that Potts was on hand, he was anxious to have everything O.K. He had give Harold a list in the mornin" that read like a inventory of a machine shop, and here"s friend Harold comin" back with nothin" in his hands but his fingers.
"The props--where are they?" shrieks Genaro. "Seven hour you have been gone and you come back with nothing! Everything she"sa ready and we musta wait till you come with the props--where are they--queek?"
"My dear fellow," says Harold, bowin" to Miss Vincent, "there is no excuse for addressing me before these ladies and gentlemen in that ruffianly manner. I was unable to carry out your--er--orders this morning, having overlooked a trifling detail in the scurry and bustle of catching that unG.o.dly early train."
"What!" screams Genaro, doin" a few cabaret steps. "You got nothing?
_Sapristi_! What you do--make fun of me? Why you no get those props?"
"Calm yourself!" pipes Harold. "I"ll tell all. I forgot the list of articles you gave me and--"
"Aha--he"sa maka me crazee!" yelps Genaro, pullin" a swell clog step.
"Take heem away before I keel heem!"
Just then Potts comes by, and we all yell, "Welcome to Film City, Mr.
Potts!" Harold hears this and turns pale. He seen we was all watchin"
closely for the grand reunion between him and his old college chum Potts. He coughs a couple of times and takes a step forward. That boy was game!
"How do you do, Mr. Potts?" he says. "Did you--er--have a pleasant trip?"
"Yes," answers Potts, lookin" at him kinda puzzled. "What is your name again? I don"t seem to recall it!"
And the boss was supposed to be Harold"s dear old college chum!
"Why--er--why--ha! ha!" pipes Harold, dyin" game. "That"s odd! Surely you recall--eh--Cuthbert, my name is, you must remember--eh--why in New York we--eh--"
He"s about eighty feet up in the air and still soaring with the whole bunch watchin" him and enjoyin" the thing out loud. Potts is lookin"
him over like he"s a strange fish or somethin".
"I think you"re mistaken!" pipes the boss, cuttin" in on Harold, "I never saw you before in my life!"
With that he pa.s.ses on, leavin" Harold flat and with no more friends than China had at the Peace Conference.
After that little incident, it was about as pleasant for Harold in Film City as it was for a German in Liverpool durin" the war. Genaro, Duke and everybody else went out of their way to make him sick of the movies, but Harold stuck around and took whatever odd jobs that come his way with the remark that he could do it better than anybody else and that was why they give it to him.
I made a mistake when I said everybody rode him--he had three little pals. They was Miss Vincent, the Kid and yours in the faith. Miss Vincent claimed that after all he was only a boy which would grow out of lyin", if give enough time, and it was a outrage the way everybody picked on him. The Kid said we couldn"t all be perfect, and Miss Vincent would give him back his presents if he laid off Harold. _My_ excuse for not shootin" Harold was that I liked one thing about him, and that was the way he hung on, no matter how they was breakin" for him. He was no good all over, but he wouldn"t _quit_ and any guy that could stand up under punishment like he did is worth a cheer any time--and sometimes a bet!
I thought I"d brighten his life by tellin" him how he stood with the three of us. I pictured him goin" down on his knees and thankin" me with tears in his eyes, when I said that we was with him to the bitter end. He must have had rheumatism or a pair of charley horses, because he failed to do any kneelin" where I could see it, and his eyes was as dry as the middle of Maine. Instead of that, he took me for ten bucks and said the news was no surprise to him. He didn"t see how Miss Vincent could miss likin" him, because he had been a a.s.sa.s.sin with the women from birth. As for the Kid, well, it was common talk that Scanlan was afraid of him, and I was nothin" but a sure-thing player which knowed he was a winner and stuck, hopin" I"d cash.