"On the level ?" "You'll say so." "Shoot!" "Well, he's a small-town hick that saved up seventy-two dollars to come here from Goosewallow, Michigan, to go into pictures-took a correspondence course in screen--acting and all that, and he went broke and slept in a property room down in the village all last week; no eats at all for three, four days.

I'd noticed him around the lot on different sets; something about him that makes you look a second time.

I don't know what it is-kind of innocent and bug-eyed the way he'd rubber at things, but all the time like as if he thought he was someone.

Well, I keep running across him and pretty soon I notice he's up against it.

He still thinks he's someone, and is very up-stage if you start to kid him the least bit, but the signs are there, all right.