Here are some more things we could mention (and will): Leo Carrillo, one of the most lovable actors on the screen to-day, should never be interviewed in the Lambs Club because he receives too many phone calls, and has too many friends who break in with deadly affability while you are struggling to get something intelligible out of him. Never attempt to interview Joe E. Brown when he is interested in a radio programme or anything else unless you don't mind being stumbled over like another piece of furniture, looked through, and eventually forgotten.
Will Hays really interviewed us, treated us like an old political crony while he was doing it, and then looked puzzled a few weeks later when we spoke to him in an elevator. Samuel Goldwyn is just as beautifully tailored as they say, but, like all producers, he thinks everything should be given to newspaper men—except news. And the day we talked with him he didn't make any of those priceless coinages which have placed him among Hollywood's Immortals.
(Walter Wanger can tell some good stories about fellow-producers, but he always asks you not to print the good ones. Nunnally Johnson is probably the most gifted writer who has ever managed to become a producer too, but he has an accent which would be considered exaggerated even in Atlanta.
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