'Yes,' he said frankly in the mellow tones that are his, 'I guess there were times when I almost gave up the struggle.

I recall one spell, not so many years ago, when I camped informally on the Holden lot, sleeping where I could find a bed and stinting myself in food to eke out my little savings.

Yet I look back upon that time'-- he mischievously pulled the ears of the magnificent Great Dane that lolled at his feet--'as one of the happiest in my career, because I always knew that my day would come.

I had done only a few little bits, but they had stood out, and the directors had noticed me.

Not once did I permit myself to become discouraged, and so I say to your readers who may feel that they have in them the stuff for truly creative screen art--'" He said it, dreaming above the barren tray, said it as Harold Parmalee had said it in a late interview extorted from him by Augusta Blivens for the refreshment of his host of admirers who read Photo Land.