***************************************************************************** * T A Y L O R O L O G Y * * A Continuing Exploration of the Life and Death of William Desmond Taylor * * * * Issue 41 -- May 1996 Editor: Bruce Long bruce@asu.edu * * TAYLOROLOGY may be freely distributed * ***************************************************************************** CONTENTS OF THIS ISSUE: The Casting Couch and Sexual Harassment in Early Hollywood Leslie Henry's Suicide Plan ***************************************************************************** What is TAYLOROLOGY? TAYLOROLOGY is a newsletter focusing on the life and death of William Desmond Taylor, a top Paramount film director in early Hollywood who was shot to death on February 1, 1922. His unsolved murder was one of Hollywood's major scandals. This newsletter will deal with: (a) The facts of Taylor's life; (b) The facts and rumors of Taylor's murder; (c) The impact of the Taylor murder on Hollywood and the nation; (d) Taylor's associates and the Hollywood silent film industry in which Taylor worked. Primary emphasis will be given toward reprinting, referencing and analyzing source material, and sifting it for accuracy. ***************************************************************************** ***************************************************************************** February 2, 1922 Henry E. Dougherty LOS ANGELES EXPRESS Close-Up Sketch of William D. Taylor William D. Taylor was a man of extreme courtesy; he talked little, and, apparently, he never forgot an acquaintance. I have seen him at work and at play, and he was always the same unostentatious, unassuming, quiet individual. When he did talk it was in a mild, melodious voice. No matter what the provocation on a set where he was directing a picture, he rarely if ever lost his temper. He addressed those under him with the same courtesy with which he conversed with those who wrote his contracts and paid his salary. ...It was always noticeable that he was extremely courteous to women working on his set, but he was never familiar. He would laugh and tell jokes and all that sort of thing, but he would not stand for any "rough stuff" in any scenes he directed... ***************************************************************************** ***************************************************************************** The Casting Couch and Sexual Harassment in Early Hollywood Even in the early days of the silent film industry, there were reports of what later came to be known as the "casting couch"--where actresses were subjected to sexual demands as conditions of employment. Reliable accounts agree that William Desmond Taylor never engaged in such practices; but they were a part of the silent film industry in which Taylor worked. Below are some published reports and allegations concerning the "casting couch" practice and sexual harassment during the years when Taylor was employed in the silent film industry. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * February 21, 1913 VARIETY Picture Stock Scandal May Carry Its Lesson A scandal occurring last week in the stock company of a picture concern with headquarters in New York City is now the subject of general conversation in all of the studios hereabouts. The affair was kept from the daily newspapers and the police only by the herculean work of those concerned who were friendly to the director of the stock company involved, they realizing what exposure might mean to the trade and the general public who are patrons of the screen. There are two versions concerning the scandal itself. The correct one seems to be that the director of the company made advances to a young girl, known as a "jobber" (a picture actor or actress who works by the day when called upon, usually receiving $5 for the day's service, although this lately has been reduced as low as $1.50). The director promised the young woman the following week she would become the leading woman of the stock company. Lured by his promises, the little actress was betrayed. She was picked up on the street by an officer, who sent her to a hospital, finding her stupefied with liquor. By the time the effects of the drink wore off friends of the director who had heard of the affair located her and dispatched the girl to the asylum for complete recovery. The father and brother of the little actress also heard of the outrage. They started for the studio of the stock company loaded with firearms, but the director had been taken out of town by the same friends. The scandal has not quieted down yet. It is said there is an indefinite leave of absence granted the director, who is not certain when he may return to New York. His present whereabouts are kept a perfect secret. The young woman has been pronounced temporarily insane. She will leave the asylum in a week or so. The story has created the most talk in picture circles among the actresses engaged in that line. A couple informed a VARIETY representative that similar conditions would not be hard to unearth among three-quarters of the picture stock companies. It has grown to be looked upon, they said, as a prerogative of the picture stock director. The "jobbers" are nearly always the victims. In some cases where girls are ordered by the director for a day's work, and the task of calling them either by phone or postal card falls to the lot of an office man, very often this person encroaches upon the precincts of the company's director by informing the "jobbers" that unless they listen to him he will forget their phone number or house address. The picture stock scandal is expected to have a lasting lesson among the companies. It was a very narrow escape for the director in question. The actresses of the profession believe that hereafter directors will be more discreet, at least, if not strictly attending to their business only. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * March 13, 1914 VARIETY Attention and Punishment for Flirtatious Directors A recent flagrant instance of the common practice among certain directors in certain screen studios of "loving up" attractive feminine applicants for positions, promises to bring about drastic measures through the Screen Club for the cessation of the insults and the severe punishment of the offenders. Everyone familiar with the inner workings of the film stages knows to what shameless reaches certain directors in some studios have been going since filmdom got popular with the hundreds of girls ambitious for screen fame and its other emoluments. But, as in the protected precincts of certain regular theatres along show alley in days happily now almost gone, those of filmdom who have "seen things" have kept their conclusions to themselves. Even reputable directors who have observed liberties to which petticoat applicants have been subjected have been forced to hold their tongues, if not shut their eyes, to the lecherous advances lest their own jobs be the price of protest. Film men jealous of the good name of their vocation and conscious of the evil practices referred to, have watched its inroads with increasing alarm. But though practically everyone knew what was going on, no one interposed. And then came the instance that promises reform. A certain director's daughter came home from a visit to a studio not a hundred miles from Broadway and 42nd Street, last Wednesday with a tale that made her mother weep and started her father sputtering about the "unwritten law." Friends of the family got to the father before he could get at the unwelcome philanderer, and nothing lawless happened. But the friends and the father, all members of the Screen Club, got together and wrote the flirtatious director a note, specifying more than a score of women whom he had recently insulted when they had applied to him for studio employment. Further, the self-appointed committee interviewed a half dozen or more of the protesting women and girls specified in the unofficial indictment, and got their consent to appear as witnesses against the transgressor if called upon to do so. Report doesn't say what effect the denunciatory missive has thus far had upon the morals or manners of the director involved, but it does aver that the particular offense nettled so many people affiliated with the Screen Club that talk of an ejectment clause to the federation's by-laws for offenses of the kind is predicted at the next executive meeting. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * December 1914 Irene Wallace GREEN BOOK The Woman on the Screen ...I am a motion picture actress, a leading woman, one of the scores who are pouring out every atom of energy, ability and experience they possess, to succeed. Therefore it is a rather difficult confession that I must set down here, this indisputable, ever-present fact that it is only because of mere good fortune that I am permitted to earn an honest living in the films. [The most prominent film in which Irene Wallace appeared was "Traffic in Souls."] I chanced to be engaged by a strict business management. When I went to market, I found a place where work was bought. I did not have to take myself to the auction block. I went on the stage when I was a child. I worked hard and long to learn. I spent years drilling myself in stage technique. Others now on the screen did the same. For what? Perhaps to get a position in a motion picture studio, to find themselves face to face with the alternative of being "a friend of the director," or a "protegee of the manager," or a "favorite of the leading man,"--or of quitting their hard-earned positions. I believe the films breed more immorality than the stage ever did. Ability and work count on the stage. They might bleed their hearts out for a trial in some motion picture studios. The public cannot comprehend how many women are selling their ability and labor and brains at so many dollars a week, with their souls thrown in-- are forced to sell them or "go look for another job." This is not true everywhere; it is not true in the majority of studios; but it is so frequently true as to be sickening. I love my work, and I love many people of it. I feel their frowns. They may say I am digging up filth; but I am only uncovering it in the hope that it may be washed away. I want to help those who are good, to continue to be good and to warn many unsuspecting creatures of their danger. I am writing, too, for a little girl's sake. She has just left my room. To retain her position in another company, she would have been forced to give up all that a woman considers sacred. She refused; she was discharged. She is only seventeen. She put her head down on my dressing-table and sobbed out her story. Her mother is an invalid. She has a little sister too young to work and help. "Sometimes I wonder," she said, "if I shouldn't have done it for their sake. But isn't there some other way?" I told her there was some other way. And there is; but it is a long one --sometimes too long when there is no money to pay for the waiting. And the man? Oh, he has forgotten long ago. Probably he never thought enough about it to forget. He is going his comfortable, self-satisfied way, drawing a large salary, discharging more girls, or-- He will continue doing so; but who cares? No one but the girls--and there are so many of them in the world; why bother about a few, more or less? If you ask him, he probably will say, "Oh, it would have been some other man, anyway." That is his defense. It was the old story. Her father was dead. She was almost a baby when she went to work in a department store. She got five dollars a week. She kept her soul: the store didn't need that--it wasn't a particularly salable article. When her mother fell ill, their savings melted. She was pretty, and some one in the store told her--that eternal mischief-maker--that she was a "type," that the film companies wanted just such girls. And the wages! Beginners got three times as much as she was receiving. She submitted her application, with her only photograph. She told the director of her lack of experience, and of her circumstances. He did not sympathize. He merely looked her over, boldly. There was something in his eyes that alarmed her. "You're a good-looking kid," he decided finally. "I'll give you a trial." She was to get three dollars a day--when she worked. The director believed he could use her most of the time. To the girl it seemed a lot of money. She rushed home to her mother, and they had a little party that night, a celebration. Her part the next day was in a street crowd. Day after day she was given something to do. There were other girls there--it seemed as if there must have been a hundred of them--and some of them said they hadn't worked for weeks. She discovered that it was within the power of the director pretty definitely to establish wages. Being a woman, and considering the salary, she was nice to him. A few days later the director called her to him. "You're too nifty a kid for small parts," he told her. "I am going to try to get something better for you. I believe I can make a star of you." She couldn't get home fast enough, to tell her mother. She even gave some of the girls at the studio a hint of her good fortune. They didn't even congratulate her; they only looked at her curiously. She and her mother made glorious plans--for the time when she should become a star. Then, the next day, the director called her to him again. "There are some things I want to talk over with you," he said. "Come to dinner with me tonight." She went. The things he wanted to talk over were not about her work. She didn't see any harm in letting him kiss her. She had been kissed before; and he was the man who was to make a star out of her--the man who had recognized her ability and had picked her out of the mob. She got better parts. The attitude of the other girls in the studio seemed strange. She could not understand their treatment of her. They seemed friendly enough, but they avoided her. She got to believe that they resented her success, and that they were envious. "They are cats," she said to herself. Another invitation to dinner. (My fingers fairly itch to write the director's name.) She was afraid to refuse. Her woman's instinct told her that it was the test--of her and of the man. She won and she lost. She fled home to her mother. At the studio next day she found a note. She was discharged. Her services were "no longer needed." I have said that it is the old story. It comes from the most unexpected sources, and about the least suspected people. You hear that this girl or that girl has left a certain studio: sometimes she has been dismissed for being good, sometimes for being bad, and being bad too long. It seems that in some studios she must always go sooner or later. If I were to name the stars who have been made by men, I would guarantee you the surprise of your life. Fortunately, ability is counting more every day; competition in the motion picture business is making this true. Here they come, the extra girls, hordes and hordes of them flocking to the studios. Each one believes she is the chosen. I pity them all. One extra girl's mother made it a custom to go to the studio with her daughter and to remain with her throughout the day. One day the mother found her girl in the arms of an actor. The mother laid the case before the studio manager. He listened patiently, then said: "I can't do anything for you. That actor is worth ten extra girls. I've got to keep him, and I don't have to keep your daughter. We can always get girls whose mothers are not so particular. It is probably the girl's fault, anyway." So the mother and daughter sought another studio. One of the managers took a liking to the "chicken," as he called the girl. Her mother was in his way. She got notice that she must stay away from the studio, or her daughter would be discharged. "We have found it necessary," so the notice ran, "to keep outside the studio all persons not employed by us." Girls of three classes go to the studios: (1) Foolish chits who have seen the actors on the screen, have glorified them, or believe they have fallen in love with them. (2) Vain, movie-struck girls who want to see themselves on the screen, and who believe that by being filmed they make heroines of themselves to the picture audiences. (3) A few girls--and a very few--with a serious purpose and an earnest desire to get into the work for the remuneration and possible success they may reach--girls who are willing to work. Naturally, the first two classes suffer most severely. Perhaps they are of the kind who would suffer in whatever walk of life they went. Most of them are shallow, without balance or serious interest, their main purpose in life being to be admired and flattered. ...Ask almost any little extra girl at a film studio why she is there, and, if she tells the truth, she will probably give you one of these two answers: "Oh, I just thought Mr. ----- was grand, and I wanted to meet him, so I came out and got a job in his company," or "Everybody said I was just an ideal type for the movies, and that they just knew I would be a success. Of course I am still undiscovered, but they will put me forward some day." One is foolish, and the other is vain. What more could an unscrupulous man ask? Then in the studios there are all those idle, mischief-filled hours. Ordinary conventions are not much observed. You see one another in all stages of dress and undress, and in all sorts of scenes. There is no arguing against the fact that a certain intimacy arises. The ordinary things that make up the great barrier between the sexes are gradually pulled away through seeming necessity. It requires little to topple over whatever remains. And there is the "friend" evil. You have heard, no doubt, the expression "Oh, she is a friend of the manager's," or some like comment. This does not always mean that the woman is bad. But in a great many cases the "friend" of the manager is a greater evil than the manager himself, or the director, or the leading man, or whoever she represents. Her place is insecure, and no one knows it any better than she does herself. I know of case after case where girls have been discharged simply because they were too good looking or too attractive to suit the "friend" of the manager. The favorite, you know, does not believe in taking chances. One girl--I had known her on the stage--joined a certain film company. She caught the liking of the advertising manager. She quite calmly stated the proposition to me. I will give the meat of it. "Here we are, a man and a woman," she said. "He likes me and I like him. We are not in love and probably never will be. He is alone in the world and so am I. He is a nice chap, rather more like a pal. We don't want to get married because we don't know how long this liking for each other will continue. "Without his help, or the help of some other man of importance at the studio, I'll never get anywhere. We have two directors. One of them is boosting his wife--he won't give anyone else a chance; and the other is boosting a 'friend.' I have no chance unless some one boosts me. Billy (the advertising man) can make me a star if he tries hard enough, and I believe he will. "On one side I have a good chance for success. On the other side, I will have to keep on working for thirty-five dollars a week from now until doomsday, unless I get married. If I got married I would never be satisfied to become a mere dish-washing wife. Now what would you do?" * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * December 29, 1915 VARIETY Startling Immorality Charges Los Angeles--The movies may be probed by a grand jury. Accusations of a startling nature were filed against film studios in general here this week and city officials have decided to make a sweeping investigation. It is charged that the moving picture camps are seething with immorality. Several cases, it is alleged, have come to light in which young girls have, under sworn statement, charged that liberties had been taken with them by managers and directors and that it was absolutely impossible for a pure girl to remain so if she elected to adopt that career. In a scathing announcement Rev. Selecman of Trinity Church, this city, fearlessly charged that conditions in and about this city were appalling. He has demanded a thorough inquiry and has tendered his service to the inquisitors to aid them in unearthing the alleged wrongdoing... * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Acclaimed writer Theodore Dreiser spent considerable time in Los Angeles where he had many opportunities to observe the practices of the Hollywood studios. His observations were recorded in a series of published articles. November 1921 Theodore Dreiser SHADOWLAND Hollywood: Its Morals and Manners Part One: The Struggle on the Threshold of Motion Pictures [After describing some of the problems and intense competition faced by a newcomer who attempts to get a job acting in movies--] ...At this moment, then, literally hundreds of girls and women, for that matter, of the rarest beauty, to say nothing of emotional and dramatic sense, in many cases, business judgment, force, energy, tact and determination, are concentrating with a single-mindedness that would do credit to a Rockefeller or a Schwab, on the above problems. Deprivation, for the moment, is nothing. The tang and sting of the game makes up to them for that. Insults and annoyances are nothing. There are those, no doubt, who even like them. Compromise, if need be, is nothing. They will do anything, all to win, and then smile condescendingly upon those still in the melee, or who retire beaten, having scarcely the time or the spirit to assist any, even if they had the inclination. And if the truth were known, they would not, in many cases, spiritually wipe their feet upon the many who from time to time, in the course of their upward struggle, have compelled them to yield their favors for a price. It is a part of the cost in nearly all cases but not to be looked back upon in many cases with much pleasure. They took it into consideration at the opening of the contest. Here and there, unquestionably, is a producer, a casting director, a director, etc., who would not, as a rule, disturb anyone, and who seeks only the merit that is necessary for the adequate representation of a given film. But for everyone such there are at least five who have no such ethical or commercial standards. They combine business with pleasure as much as they dare, and in not a few cases one might safely add, no pleasure, no business, at least for the more attractive beginner. It may seem a coarse and vulgar thing to report, but so it is. And happy the girl or woman who, a bargain being struck, is so fortunate as to find someone who will honestly endeavor to further her interests. Now nothing could be further from the purpose of these articles than to set up a sentimental defense of the assumed reserve and virtue of many who take up pictures as a profession. Neither is there any puritanic desire to condemn. By far the greater number of girls and women who essay this work know very well beforehand via hearsay or exact information the character of the conditions to be met. And if they do not know it beforehand, they could not be about the work a month before they would be aware of the general assumption of those connected with the work, the males in particular, of course, that all women connected with the work are potentially, if not actually, of easy virtue. Therefore, if they resent this and still linger about the scene, ambition or not, the responsibility is at least in part theirs. And a very large number linger, not only quite willingly, even though they may possess ample means to go elsewhere if they choose, but they rather relish, I think, the very lively war that is here persistently on between the sexes. They are by no means innocents or lambs being led to the slaughter. And not a few relish the personal and emotional freedom which life in this realm provides. For most of those who eventually undertake the struggle are already mentally liberated from most of the binding taboos which govern in the social realms from which they emanate. And many of them have already long resented them. Anyone familiar with this realm could spin a long tale as to this. Nevertheless it is not to be doubted that here and there among the many who essay the work are a few who have not previously scented correctly the nature of the conditions. And others who, knowing of them, have either not been willing to believe or they have concluded that whatever the conditions they themselves are bomb proof and can make their way despite these conditions. But they find it difficult, just them same--very--, and never doubt it. I have in mind, for instance, certain comedy producing masters and owners of studios who, apart from establishing character interpreters of a humorous turn who can make their way anywhere, of course, will give no opportunity to the novice of the female persuasion who is beautiful unless she is not married, or is most careful to conceal the fact. And what is more, even emotionally engaged applicants need not apply. Not that the work itself is of such a nature as to preclude its proper interpretation by one who chances to be so engaged but because these lords of these very pretty domains are, Solomon-wise, determined to attach to their already extended harems (potentially, if not actually at the time) all those of sufficient charm who hope to prosper by their favor in any way. This may sound crude and exaggerated to a degree but I am here to assure you that it is not. They want these beauties at their beck and call at all times, apparently, and for no other reason than that they prefer them socially even more than they do as screen workers and they cannot endure the thought of another who may, by any chance, have a prior claim. No immediate and willing response at any time, night or day, seemingly, to their demands and there will be no more work for them in that studio. Crude? Exactly. But efficient. And I might add that any and all of those high-salaried and comfortable vice-snoopers, who are even now so busily engaged hailing before the courts of the land respectable publishers, to say nothing of serious authors whose only crime is that they seek via admirable letters to set forth pictures of the social state of the time, might better be engaged in bringing to light the truth of this, if only such truth were sensibly and honestly dealt with. But they are cautious and self-preserving as well as self-advantaging company, these same who have the morals of the country in charge. You will find them taking no note of what is here set forth, for the good and sufficient reason that it is far more dangerous to attack any of these barons of the movie realm than it is the average hard-pressed publisher and author of distinction. For the former have the means and the courage to make trouble for these snoopers. And would. Hence the wide berth given them by these same salary-hunting purists who will devote months and years even hounding to earth the less "well- heeled" but serious worker and publisher who can make no expensive and hence very damaging defense. If you are not prepared to believe this, I commend your attention to the undisturbed social conditions in the moving picture and theatrical worlds generally. Not that I desire to stir up trouble for these very worthy and thirst satisfying industries which are unquestionably meeting a wide public demand. But rather that the burden of enduring all of the petty and self-advantaging industry of the snoopers may, in part at least, be lifted from the shoulders of the hard-working author and his publisher. But the above is mere fact. There is the commonplace director of the smaller comedy and other film companies who, invariably and almost as a matter of course, makes overtures to every attractive worker who enters upon a set that he chances to be directing. Not that he thereby, and by reason of his position, is able to force himself into the good graces of those who chance to fall within the range of his authority as that, in many instances, he makes it all but a condition of further employment under him that something be done by the worker of physical charm to assuage his very emotional and yearning temperament. It seems a little petty to say the least, especially where the worker in question has secured the brief employment in question by the most arduous and persistent industry and where the salary connected with the work, and especially for the brief time that work is to be had anywhere on any set, is entirely incommensurate with the ability and service required. Yet so it is. And you may hear some of the very comfortable employers of labor in this sense laughing over or boasting their several conquests of the while at other moments, yet in the same connection, they may be heard denouncing such and such a worker thus used in the past as a this or a that. It might be a little amusing if it were not quite so drastic. Then there are the casting directors of some of these institutions--not all of them, by any means, I must hasten to add--who are not above selling opportunities to the needy, or at least the fame-hungry among those who apply to them and who chance to take their fancy, for a return of a pleasurable nature to them, of course. Not that all of them have so very much in the way of an opportunity to offer to anyone. Or, that those for whom that bid do not, in many cases, know that. Or, that they succeed so very often. I do not think they do--certainly not in the cases of the more exceptional of their applicants--at least, not often. Yet notwithstanding, there is this type of overture about. And there is the type of aspirant who is not above advantaging herself in this rather shabby fashion. Around the meaner type of studio I have good reason to know that they are very common. The illusion or vain hope is that it will do them good "artistically." The thing takes on a disgusting look at times. But so do aspects of certain other professions-- nearly all of them. Yet there is no one in the profession today who does not know that sex in one form and another is the principal and hence the determining factor in the rise of most of those of beauty among the women who hope to go far. And that there have been and will yet be many compromises of a decidedly sordid character in order that screen success may be attained. The most irritating features of the whole thing though, really, are these constantly and decidedly brazen overtures on the part of so many who are among the humblest of the attaches--the general assumption on the part of so many call-boys, cameramen, assistant directors, and who not else, that all of those who work in this realm are of easy virtue and that their favors are among the rightful perquisites of those who work about the studios or in the profession, even. Also, that unless they submit they should be made to pay the penalty of ostracism. It sounds a little wild to the outsider of more conventional views, but so it is, just the same. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * December 1921 Theodore Dreiser SHADOWLAND Hollywood: Its Morals and Manners Part Two: The Commonplace Tale with a Thousand Endings I have in mind a certain director, one of the staff of directors of one of the larger studios, who is, to say the least, a rather ridiculous illustration of what I mean. At one time he was a butcher's helper and made a humble wage at cutting steaks and chops. At present he is a fairly capable "shooter" of five-reelers and is not at all disliked by those who employ him. Yet mentally he is not much above a certain type of director in filmdom, which is not saying very much, you may be sure. Although a bachelor via the divorce court, he has his "home," his butler, his car, his this, his that, with a little home-brew thrown in for good measure. About the studios and among the flappers he poses as being a--well a member of a certain rather popular faith. Among directors and film-workers generally, those who know of him at all, he is known as a "chaser" of sorts, one of those who are more than inclined to annoy the novices of beauty who chance to come in contact with him on his sets. Well, there you have the stage set, as it were. Now we will say it is nine o'clock of a certain Los Angeles morning, and Cerise, aged nineteen or thereabouts and but newly engaged to play the part of a charming niece in a comedy which our director is about to direct, has come upon the set for the first time and is looking joyfully and gratefully about. She is pink and vigorous, with golden or black hair, as you will, and eyes with that haunting freshness that is among the requisites of beauty in youth. Also there is a smile that is truly winsome, because devoid of make- believe and because it is suggestive of pleased wonder. At sight of Cerise, who has been "handed him" by the casting director, and who, as he latterly phrases it, has proved to be a "pippin for once," he is all eyes, and yet distant. For so difficult has "the game" become of late, so watchful the money-power, so tricky and ungrateful the various vamps and succubi of the profession who, to say the truth, have not used him any too well, that at last he is developing a little caution. Yet so great is the lure of youth in this instance, as in that of so many others, that he can scarcely keep his mind on his work. He begins, forthwith, to talk more loudly, to give more directions than are absolutely necessary, to direct "with a vengeance" as some unhappy thespian of his set now makes bold to comment to another, "and all on account of that young skirt over there." 'Tis the way of a portion of the directors of moviedom, at least. And within the hour of her arrival, if you will believe it, and after the direction of many, many pictures, he is her slave, yet still at a respectful distance. The sight of the "heavy" of this set setting down beside her and beginning an enticing conversation is sufficient to cause him to all but suffocate with envy, fear and rage. "What! That waster! Is he about to attempt an additional conquest here?" Forthwith he proceeds to give said actor instructions in regard to something in order to divert his mind or his mood or both. "Just stay over here near me, Williams. I want you to see what is going on here so you can get into the spirit of this thing for once." Note the "for once." A little later it may be an extra who has intruded upon the newcomer with kind words and a smile. At once he is aflame with secret rage and envy. "Off the set! Off the set! That means you, Fisher. I don't want any but principals and the members of the cast around here now." Exit the abashed and angry Fisher, silent because he needs, very much, to court the favor of all in these trying days. By nightfall, after sidling near at many points of the day and work with pleasant if inane references to the character of the work in hand, his plans for it, the impossibility, almost, of finding ideal types for the several roles, he is ready for his coup or play. "But you certainly have beauty. Just the person I have been looking for. If I had known of you when I was casting my last picture, I certainly could have made a place for you." Now Cerise, like so many others of her years and sex, is all aflame with what it means to be a star or within the ranks of those who may reasonably aspire to stellar honors. Fortunately or unfortunately, as you will, she has a mother who, to further her picture ambitions, has left her native state with her and journeyed to far Los Angeles in order to open a millinery establishment or to herself work in a store. The apartment, that between them they can afford, is the humblest. In addition, it is with the greatest difficulty and care that Cerise has achieved the few attractive garments which she now possesses and by the aid of which she hopes to forward herself as much as possible. More would be welcome, of course. Hence the thrill at the thought of making so marked an impression and of being made to feel that additional work may be in store for her here. At the end of the day, then, when Sir Director lingers and offers the service of his car, she is appropriately elated, of course. He is taken with her as a screen possibility. He will be glad to forward her career because of her innate fitness for the work. Now the conclusion of this particular incident may be as your fancy dictates. But depend upon it, however you, personally, may decide to end it, it will have had, at some time or other, a counterpart in real life. It depends on the temperament and hence the practical judgment, or lack of it, of the one thus enthusiastically approached or often her mother or friends, or the character of her bad friend in some other way. By far the largest number of those who decide to test this world are sophisticated beyond their years, whatever their years may be. They are, in the main, practical to this extent, that they are here to realize on their ability and charm as swiftly as possible. Ushered into the very much benickeled car of a personage in this realm and offered a dinner or at least a little chocolate en route and told very plainly and earnestly as to what the prospects of advancement are-- well--the matter would certainly be taken into consideration and thought upon at length, if not decided upon immediately. Such a seemingly real impression is not made every day. If the situation of the aspirant is very complicated and her need for aid pressing--well. Yet, as a rule, they know enough that no situation is likely to be injured by a little waiting. Also, that one should look most carefully over the cliff before they leap. Beyond this, and a little time taken, the thing may end most any way. And does. It might well be called "The Commonplace Tale with a Thousand Endings." Yet in this case, as in all others of the same type, unless the situation is handled by the aspirant with the utmost tact, the director failing will see to it that no more favors of any kind are extended her by him. He may even become very disagreeable in connection with the work in hand, so much so that she might well find it impossible to complete the work then and there doing. The theory is that if he is not good enough for her, and she things so very well of herself, let her get someone else to do favors for her. Depend upon it, he will not. And more than one director has had to be released from one and another studio before he would cease his annoying tactics. Not all beginners will endure such assaults without complaint. Yet in the main they do. And it is thus that one opportunity after another, with one director after another, has been lost, and advancement all but closed because the aspirant chanced to be of exceptional charm and was desirous of making her way without compromise except where her affections were honestly engaged. Indeed, the more one wanders about and wins to wisdom in this matter of picture production, the more one comes to note the shabby and pinchbeck point of view that holds, not only in most of the counting offices of all these great concerns where the petty and often pretty beginner is concerned, but also in the minds of directors, casting-directors, assistant-directors, cameramen, the heavies and even leads of the male persuasion who have anything to do with or can, by any hook or crook, contrive any possible claim upon the time or attention or services of those of the feminine persuasion-- the younger and prettier and less experienced, of course--who are seeking to make an ill-paid way in this, in the main, grueling realm. The shabby and even shameful impositions! The sharp exactations in the matter of time and money! (Hours, for instance, that stretch from eight to six and even longer, on the set and in costume, for a wage which, when measured by the number of employed days one will come by in the course of a year, is ridiculously and even pitifully inadequate.) The general assumption on the part of many directors, assistant- directors and even stage carpenters and electricians is that, somehow, because these hundreds and even thousands of girls are compelled to or, at any rate, are desirous of making their living or their way in this field, and have all too little, financially, wherewith to do that, therefore they are, and of right ought to be, the sexual prey of these men. Also that any opposition on their part to being so used or pursued can only be based upon a disagreeable and even reprehensible vanity--or "better than thou" spirit, which should never, for a moment even, be tolerated by one in so lofty a position as any of the above. The often undesired and in many cases resented overtures and insults which, nevertheless, because of the nature of the work and the driving character of the ambition of those insulted, may never be properly rebuked! And, where one such chances to be usually winsome and earnest, and eager to make progress without compromise, the rebuffs, impositions and preventing or delaying oppositions, even though all the necessary talent for the situation may be properly presented, may endure for a period of years, in some instances quite until hope is exhausted. In writing this I have in mind not one but something like twenty-five aspirants of exceptional beauty and ability and admitted screen charm who, nevertheless, and because of a lack of means combined with an unfortunate determination to fight their way upwards without compromise on the emotional side are still, after several years of unremitted struggle or intelligent application, as you will, about where they began at first. And that in the face of others of no more ability who have risen much more rapidly. It is true that during that time, and by reason of some little money with which they came, plus the employment they have had, they have managed to live and take their part in the movie social world about them. Also that they have acquired much of the necessary screen technique which, coupled at this time with an opportunity of some kind, might easily lead to recognition of a very grateful character. They are among those who, whenever some exceptional minor part that takes ability but not much time is to be "cast," are sent for. And in such things they appear quite regularly. Their faces, for brief intervals, are to be seen in many pictures. But will they succeed eventually? That certainly depends to a degree upon the presence of others of equal attractions who are not so frugal with their favors. During the time they have been upon the scene not one of them but has had, over and over, advances made to them by one and another of force and distinction in the realm in which they seek to shine. But in each and every case, for reasons best known to themselves, these opportunities have been allowed to slip by. Speaking of one of them, a scenarist of no little popularity once observed to me: "For the life of me I can't see why Mary hangs on out here. She has ability--tons of it. And if she were only backed by someone she would make a strike, all right. A few of the right sort of posters, a good vehicle, and a press-agent, and she would get over with a bang. But here she is, drifting along, and here she will be five years from now, trailing others who haven't a fourth of her genuine charm, unless she quits. What's the answer? She isn't coarse-fibred enough, that's all. She can't bring herself to do the things that most of them do. If she would..." He said no more than the truth... * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * After the Arbuckle scandal broke, Henry Ford's DEARBORN INDEPENDENT ran a series of articles on "Baring the Heart of Hollywood." The following, slightly edited, was from the final article in the series. December 10, 1921 DEARBORN INDEPENDENT ...That the great body of our motion picture players should have become what they are is a great pity and it is a condition for which they cannot be held altogether to blame. The environment of an aspirant for fame in the pictures is such that only one of exceptionally strong moral fiber could be expected to emerge unspotted. This applies to either sex, for the temptations are just as strong and appealing to the boys as to the girls. Many of our motion picture players have been recruited from good American homes, the same kind of home that furnishes the bulk of our skilled labor, our office workers and our salesmen and saleswomen. These boys and girls, good looking, healthy and with some degree of personality or talent, come to the studios as clean morally as the average American youth, but how long do they stay that way? How long CAN they stay that way? The working conditions in a few of the larger studios have changed for the better during the past two years. This was not in the interest of morality but of efficiency. The producers found that love making around the studios during working hours was a costly proposition for them and they took steps to eradicate it. But in other studios conditions are much the same as they were. A well-known producer mentioned two of the largest studios in telling the writer that he would rather see a daughter of his in her grave than working in either of them. The comedies are particularly bad. A college girl who had done some newspaper work before coming to Hollywood and going into the movies, told the writer about a certain well-known comedy company where the brother of the producer and star hired the girls used in the pictures. Before a girl was given employment she took a walk with this man and on her acceptance or rejection of his advances depended her engagement. This same system of employment was followed by many other studios until it was seen that such methods were costing them a lot of money. Jealousies between directors' favorites often delayed pictures and caused friction among the players that destroyed discipline and ran up production expenses. The director was a petty czar on the lot or on location, and he could ruin the chances of advancement of any girl who might reject his overtures. A girl with ambition to be a star, therefore, either had to accept the director's advances or quit the pictures, unless, as was sometimes the case, she was the sweetheart of the producer. A producer brought out a young woman who showed promise as an actress. After she had been working in her first picture for a few days the producer noticed that she was worried about something. After some difficulty he succeeded in getting the story from her. The director, she said, had made overtures to her from the first day she had appeared on the lot. When she refused his attentions he had threatened to get her job. One day he had torn off nearly all her clothing before she could get away from him. This director had a two-year contract with the producer. The latter said nothing to him at the time, but put a private detective on his trail. After he had obtained sufficient evidence the producer called the director into his office and informed him that he was through. The director threatened to sue for fulfillment of his contract, but after being shown the evidence against him thought better of it. He immediately went to work, however, for another large studio where he is still directing. It was such abuse of their positions by directors that led to the installation, by some studios, of casting directors. Under this system the applicant registers with the casting director, is photographed in several poses and these photographs, known as stills, are filed away with the name, address, telephone number and description. Sometimes a few feet of film are also taken. After it is decided to film a certain script these files are gone over and the players selected from them. Thus the director does not see his players until they walk on the lot the first day. Being shorn of his power to hire, his power to fire is also limited. In the studios where the casting director system is used a girl has an even chance of preserving her honor, provided she escapes the notice of the producers themselves, and has sufficiently strong character to resist the blandishments of the male stars and directors. It takes a girl of exceptionally strong character to emerge unscathed from the temptations presented at the studios, and all honor should be given to those who do. The free and easy life, with its escape from the conventionalities, tends gradually to weaken the sternest moral fiber. Things that horrify at first become a matter of course when seen daily. The ambitious girl sees others availing themselves of their charms to push themselves forward into stardom and its attendant financial reward. It is only a girl of the most exceptional talent and energy who can hope to succeed without the aid of a pull. Small wonder that so few of them hold out. The blame does not rest on them, but on the whole rotten system, a system that will endure until the public has convinced the producers that there are some things more precious than the dollar... * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * For another reported incident of sexual harassment, see "The Girl Who Wanted Work" in TAYLOROLOGY 30. ***************************************************************************** ***************************************************************************** Leslie Henry's Suicide Plan Charlotte Shelby, the mother of actress Mary Miles Minter, was one of the major suspects in the 1922 Taylor murder. Her broker, Leslie Henry, was later charged with stealing money from her account (see TAYLOROLOGY 35). In 1932, Leslie Henry planned to commit suicide in such a manner as to repay his debt to Charlotte Shelby, and he wrote her a suicide letter. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * The "Suicide Letter" from Leslie Henry to Charlotte Shelby December 23, 1932 LOS ANGELES TIMES ...It was learned, however, that the missive was received in a special delivery envelope by Mrs. Shelby at her Beverly Hills home November 14, last [1932]. Two other letters relating to the suicide plot were also written and one received by Miss Eve Baber, Henry's secretary. Upon the receipt of the missive the secretary hurried to Mrs. Shelby's home and that evening, convinced that Henry would kill himself, they listened to police and news radio broadcasts. Nothing, of course, happened... Excerpts from the letter received by Mrs. Shelby on November 14 follow: "Yesterday your attitude put the seal on a death verdict for me that has hung over me for four years. Tomorrow, when you read this, I hope that the death I am courting tomorrow will not have proved as vain in your service as my life has been. Whether this effort is successful or not will depend almost entirely on your complete co-operation in the events which follow, your patience, your sympathy and understanding. "The cash due you and Margaret is nonexistent. "The securities in syndicate have long since been sold. "Securities held by you or due you are in default to an amount of approximately $5000 per year, excluding the Sutter Basin, Key System and Shenandoah preferred stock... "At no time since the above situation began to develop has my combined life and accident insurance been less than the amount necessary to discharge these obligations. These policies are paid to date, and are all past the contestable period of two years. The present state of the market is such that the funds collected from these policies will pay the cash due, purchase the sound securities due you and replace the defaulted securities held by or due you. "Except as you may show this to Margaret, which you must do for your joint guidance and which I did not doubt you will do when I wrote the word 'may,' there are only you, my wife and Miss Baber who know the contents of this letter. I am leaving copies of it for them. Even the attorney who will probate my miserable estate will know nothing. Naturally the firm knows nothing, but any untoward act on your part would make it quickly suspicious. That would result immediately in the calling in of representatives of the surety company, quick betrayal of the nature of my death and its purpose to the insurance companies in the effect of the surety firm and the company to obtain the few thousand dollars to be had in cash values to be applied against what loss you eventually might have assessed against them. "The profits which were paid you and Margaret from time to time in the program of deceit which I had to follow will remain with you, as will the excess amounts credited you on Wilshire bonds, which were sold under par in the market, as none of this issue has ever been called." The letter here recited that the irregularities commenced in 1924 due to a business deal he became involved in, and then continued: "From that day to his, hell and madness have been mine. I speculated with money from other of your securities in an effort to replace the missing bonds. Interest had to be paid on these taken. Each speculation that proved momentarily a losing one was sold out before it had a chance to join the general trend of prices that was to climax in the 1929 market...The frantic fear of losing yet more of your funds made sane speculation impossible, and the greatest rising market in the history of the world saw me casting aside stocks because of momentary declines which if held would have done all I had to do to preserve your funds and yet live. "When I left Pasadena for Los Angeles Miss Baber had the opportunity to uncover a part of what had transpired. I told her everything. She dissuaded me from the hellish thing ahead of me tomorrow. She might have left the firm at that point without saying anything to anyone and have been free of this affair. Although she has never been the beneficiary of so much as a dime of the money that has passed the way I have described, has suffered the various cuts in wages imposed by the depression when other houses and banks have offered her increased figures to join them, has watched herself age under uncertainty and care such as only a situation as this could impose, she has stood by. "Ignoring the meanness of every form of deceit I was compelled to practice to pursue the course I could not leave except through death, she looked to but two essentials: my lack of capacity for detail meant my discovery within a month or two at the month, followed by my death or imprisonment, an insupportable loss for you, and the disgrace of the innocent ones of my family. She does not know tonight how close is the final defeat of her hope that somewhere out of this would come a break that would restore everything and leave her free to leave for other scenes and other occupations. I recommend her to you and to Margaret. She can be depended on to finish for you the work she will be committed to in this letter. She is honest in everything that honor measures in either a man or a woman. She is the most capable worker I have ever known. "Whatever of feeling Margaret has had against her because of the incident of the delayed letters should be resolved into gratefulness that she will be available and willing to counsel with you and work for you toward the recovery of that which I endangered. I do not know what it can be worth to her, but it is all I have to give for the undeserved loyalty she has given me --the respect from one who is a bankrupt in everything and who would not have had even the losing chance that has been mine. "While Miss Baber has had the knowledge of what might and probably would eventuate for you, my family and myself, it is a cruel blow that I have had to strike you who have been in ignorance and apprehension. You must realize, Mrs. Shelby, that it could not be otherwise. To have told either of you in your home or the wife now waiting for me in mine the facts of this situation would have been to challenge that in each of you which took possession of Miss Baber--preservation of a life at any price. You would have taken your chances on financial loss and, for all of your indignation and sorrow, have even hated the thought of prison for me. Knowing that death was in my mind, you or my wife would have risked everything to uncover me before I would act. "What I do tomorrow is not done out of fear of facing anybody or of seeing and hearing myself held up to the world in derision by the empty- headed, condemnation by the thinking, and shame generally by everybody. It is not done out of fear of prison. It is done because any other course would mean a frightful loss to you and yours, penniless misery for my own dear ones and shame and derision of some kind on all of us alike. That my effort might fail is my only fear. If only I could assure myself of the end in its every respect, I would gladly undergo every physical torture that can precede it as a partial atonement for the sorrow I have caused. "My wife was not the beneficiary of anything of yours, knowingly. Her monthly allowance was meager under the very necessities of this situation, always within my earnings at their lowest ebb. That she was at the beach each summer of the past three years was over her own protest. I imposed it on her for her own health and that of the children as something my life might have to pay for at any moment. What little she had had from me these miserable few years has been pressed upon her in guilty acknowledgment of the heartbreak the course of my life was leading her to. She would not touch a tainted dollar of anyone's giving, and would starve with her children in the gutter before she would flourish at your expense. The only property that is hers are within the four walls of the home, and rightfully hers. That house is mortgaged to its limit. "I can write nothing more, Mrs. Shelby, out of the numb weariness that is on me. Have Miss Baber come to your house in the evening and go over the situation with her pending the return from the insurance company, and withhold from any contact with the office that will start wheels to turning which you can never stop from grinding out you and yours and mine in misery and loss until there remains but shells financially, physically and mentally. Guard your conversation and the tone of your voice over the telephone in making the appointment I have recommended. "For me in all my wrongdoing there is no hell beyond. "Leslie B. Henry." Henry then adds a postscript in his handwriting as follows: "When this reaches you I will be out of reach of anyone, so don't, I pray you, trespass the advice in these lines. My going is in an accident you are powerless to stop. What time elapses now until its discovery--only a matter of hours--It is my hope that it will be all over when you are reading this. The cruelty of suspense I have practiced on you was due these past two weeks to one vain, final effort to solve this situation. Forgive me for having lived so much longer at your expense. "This letter is a sacred contract in your hands when all is done. Preserve it to yourself in your own interest and that of my loved ones and destroy it in the presence of my wife when the bill is paid. "Good bye. "Leslie B. Henry." * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Testimony of Eva Adeline Baber July 20, 1933 ...I think the letter [was] dated November the 14th, to Mrs. Shelby, in which he told her he was going to commit suicide, among other things. When I came back to my office after lunch on that particular date, I found a copy of this letter, and I was naturally extremely worried, not knowing what she was going to do, and at 5:00 o'clock I had not heard anything from her that afternoon, and I felt sure that she had received the letter during the afternoon, so I called her up and asked her if she wanted to see me, and she said, yes, that she would send Mrs. Fillmore down to get me. Mrs. Fillmore came down and met me downtown in her car, and took me out to the house. She conducted me upstairs to the door, and she said, "Oh, is it true?" I was crying at the time, and I said, "Yes, I am afraid it is true," so we went in and sat down and talked. She and Margaret were both very kind to me that afternoon and expressed their sympathy for the terrific strain I had been under, and Mrs. Shelby brought me some aspirin. I had had such a headache, and she said for me to take that and to brace up, and we would talk this thing out together, or work it out together, so I did, and then she said that we ought to have some dinner, and she told me to go into the bathroom and wash my face, so the maid would not know that I had been crying. She said, "We have to keep up appearances, and while I don't think the maid will talk, I would rather she did not know that you had been out here," so we went down to dinner, and she cautioned Margaret to address me as Mrs. Brown, in case anything came out in the newspapers; she did not want anyone to know...We went down to dinner, and afterwards we came back upstairs and began talking over ways and means of collecting this insurance. She asked me at the time if I thought Mr. Henry had already killed himself, and I said "No, I don't think so, because I haven't heard anything this afternoon, and he is probably going to wait until dark," and then she asked how he was going to do it, and I said, "I don't know, he never told me that, but I would not be surprised if he connects with a freight train somewhere," and then when we began discussing the ways and means of paying back this money out of the insurance policies, she said--I told her that Mr. Henry was going to instruct his wife to give me a power of attorney, so I could act for her, because she wasn't experienced in handling business matters, and that as soon as the money was available I would buy back for her the bonds due her, and she said, "No, I won't have bonds; I want cash." She said, "No more bonds for me; I insist on having cash." Then we discussed ways and means, and she wanted to know how long it would take before cash would be available, and I said, "I don't know, but I think it ought not to take longer than a month," and she said, "Mary must not know of this," and she said, "There is a payment due Mary the first of the month, $700.00, and I don't think I have enough money to pay it," and they talked about that, how they would keep the news of this disaster from Mary, and then I felt so badly, it was then, I guess, about a little after 8:00 o'clock, and we had talked and talked and talked, until I was so tired I wanted to go home, and she said, "Wait until the 9:00 o'clock broadcast, and see if there is any news of an accident reported." She had a radio in her bedroom, and I sat there with her until after 9:00 o'clock, and she seemed to be a little disappointed and sort of wondered why there was no report had come over the radio. I presume she expected to hear, as I did to, that there had been an accident, and then after that, Margaret drove me down to the Pacific Electric station, and I caught the car and went home, and the next morning, before I had finished my breakfast, just after I had gotten out of bed, the telephone rang, and it was Mrs. Shelby on the phone; and she said, "Have you heard anything yet?" and I said, "No," and then she hung up the receiver, and there was no more conversation, and immediately I called Mr. Henry's house to see if he was at home, and Mrs. Henry said, yes he was at home, and then I went on to the office, and about noon, I guess, Mr. Henry came in...Mr. Henry told me he had talked to her, and she wanted those insurance policies brought out to her, and he wanted me--she had asked that I bring them out, and I said, "I don't want to go, I don't want to talk to her again," and he said that she insisted that she would not let him bring them out, so I took them out to her, and her attitude that day was entirely different. She was very hostile and she was just cool really, and she told me that she wasn't a bit surprised when Mr. Henry called her up that morning. She said she knew he wasn't going to do it. She said--Margaret said, "I had a lot of respect for him when I thought he was going to make good these losses by killing himself, but," she said, "I have no more respect left for him now, and I think it is strictly up to him to go through with what he promised to do," and Mrs. Shelby said to me--I believe it was Margaret said to me, "You know, Miss Baber, this would ruin you if it ever came out in court," and Mrs. Shelby said, "I want to tell you, I am going to fight, and I will spare no one. When I get through with you, nobody will ever employ you again." Then she sat down to go over these insurance policies together, and I handed them to her, and she would read the amounts off and Margaret would take them down, the face amount of the policy, and the date, and whether or not it was carrying a double indemnity clause, and while we were sitting there checking them up, she said, "These policies aren't any good to me, because they don't have the last receipt for the premium, to show the premiums were paid," and she said, "I must have that." I said, "Well, I think that Mr. Henry must have them; I know the policies are in full force and effect, and I will go back to the office if you want me to and see if I can find them. I think she first suggested that I call Mr. Henry and see if he had them, and I called the office and he wasn't in, and then I told her I would go back to the office and see if I could locate them, and she said to bring them out to her, and I said, "Couldn't I send them out by a messenger?" and she said, "No, I don't want any messenger to bring them tonight." I went back and I couldn't find any receipts. Mr. Henry apparently had destroyed all of his papers, and when I told Mr. Henry I had left the policies out there, he was very much upset about it, and said that I shouldn't have done that, but she did not let me take them, and I couldn't very well snatch them up and take them back, and as a matter of fact, it did not occur to me that it was important to do so. I called her up and told her I could not find any of the receipts, and she said, "Never mind, it isn't necessary." When Mr. Henry found I had left them, he asked me to call and ask if I could come and get the policies, and I did, and she said, no, that she did not want me to come out. That was in the afternoon, and later on the evening I went out to the Pacific Electric Station. She told me not to come to the house, and I called her again and asked if I couldn't come up and either get the policies or get a receipt for them. I said, "I will be held responsible for them," and she said, "Miss Baber, you must not come near the house; I have guest here, and you must not be seen around here," and I said, "Do you know, Mrs. Shelby, the first thing, if there is an accident, the first thing the insurance company will want to know is where the policies are, and if they are in your hands, they might raise some question about whether or not there was a genuine accident, or something might come up that would reveal that," and she said, "If anything happens, I will take them straight on to Mrs. Henry," and that was all. (Q. Now, you started to say that Mrs. Shelby told you that she talked to Mr. Henry on the telephone that morning; did you give all of that conversation?) When I went out there in the afternoon, she said, "I knew he wasn't going through with it." She said, "He hasn't got the nerve." She said, "I wasn't a bit surprised when he called me up this afternoon, and I told him that I would just give him until 2:00 o'clock tomorrow afternoon to go through with that letter, or I will walk into the office and call Mr. Babcock and Mr. Cadwalader and lay my cards all on the table."... [Special thanks to Dave Downey for providing above transcript.] ***************************************************************************** ***************************************************************************** Back issues of Taylorology are available on the Web at any of the following: http://www.angelfire.com/az/Taylorology/ http://www.etext.org/Zines/ASCII/Taylorology/ http://www.silent-movies.com/Taylorology/ Full text searches of back issues can be done at http://www.etext.org/Zines/ or at http://www.silent-movies.com/search.html. For more information about Taylor, see WILLIAM DESMOND TAYLOR: A DOSSIER (Scarecrow Press, 1991) *****************************************************************************