An old-time silent favourite—yod'd recognize her name in a flash—is pulled out of the extra ranks to speak a few lines in "Death of a Champion."
Before the scene. starts the old-timer paces up and down, repeating her lines, over and over. She knew them perfectly a few minutes ago. But, with zero hour approaching the words seem-to be slipping away. Beads of perspiration stand out on her face. She wrings her hands.
"Camera!" comes the sharp cry.
Desperately the toast of another day pulls herself together. She begins her speech, stumbles. So many eyes watching. Half the cast. All the crew, But they sense her trouble. One touches another on the sleeve—a signal for.the watchers to melt away, one or two at a time. Before she attempts her second try, the director and a cameraman are left in range of her vision.
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.