Hollywood, July 13. Ever since "Quiet!" became the of shooting activities on the od front,—movie-make haven't had the slightest desire to sing "Love Thy rankly, Hollywood has little use for its neighbours. Most of them since the arrival of sound, ha turned into avaricious souls not averse to a petty fling at chiseling and blackmail. The folks next doo: will let it be quiet—only so long they're paid for major company ing to shoot an outdoor scene on its five-acre back lot. For two hours the sun lurked behind heavy clouds, keeping a troupe of 500 idle. When the sun did finally break through and the outfit was galvanize ed into action something else happened. An old gentleman appeared on the upper porch of a dilapidated dwelling backed against the studio's boundary fence and casually began disturbing the air with the shrill screeching of a clarinet.
Of course, everything stopped cold. Soft-voiced hero and heroine couldn't Compete against that sort of mike disturbance. The sound mixer tore off his ear-phones and called the front office.
"The old buzzard is out there gumming things up again," he advised. "Better get somebody to pay off quick—the sun is fading fast." The serenade continued 15 minutes, then subsided abruptly when the studio's payoff man arrived. A moment later the go-ahead signal was flashed from the front office.
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