Life at High Speed (cont'd)
cup of coffee. He works. He reads the papers. He cracks jokes with Oakie.
He rushes to the commissary for luncheon at 12:30. He goes back on the
set. Between 3 and 3:30 p.m. he sends the property boy, employed for this
purpose and no other, to get him his afternoon cup of coffee and hunk
of pie. He works some more. He rushes home. He dines at home or at the
Club La Mare. He studies his lines. In between whiles he and Lilian swim,
play tennis, fish, play Monopoly, go to the races, go to the fights, go
to the homes of friends, just fritter away their time. . . .
"reads" blueprints while she gives four or five hours to fittings
for the elaborate wardrobe which is hers in every picture.
Eddy has three careers . . . the screen . . .radio. . . concerts .
. . in his leisure moments, I mean when he is not practising, recording,
studying lines, conferring, being photographed, doing autographs, he runs
his home, plays tennis, takes a gal out to dine and dance, swims in his
pool, entertains and just monkeys about . . .
They don't have enough to do . . . go in for ranching and raising cabbages like Frances Lederer, raise dogs like Stu Erwin, do movie photography like Leslie Howard, give kiddies' parties for ten and twelve infants like the Fredric Marches, run houses like Clark Gable, move out of a brand new house into a brander new one like Claudette Colbert, write songs like Ginger Rogers, have nervous breakdowns like Carole Lombard, give circuses like Harold Lloyd, write books like Errol Flynn . . . just invent ways and means to fill in their spare time, you know . . . .
speed, that's what it is. The race is to the swift. They spurt, dash,
gallop, scamper, flit, spring, boom, march in quickstep, shoot, fly whisk,
skim, scud . . .
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