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By Jack Joseph Smith
of children, dogs, and ducks. He walked to the cen--
ter of his hobo courtyard, and then crossed over to
step and place his right foot on a large white paint-
ed rock just before his pond of ducks.
The windows around were empty of faces or figures.
He spoke alound briefly; in a calm deep resonance,
"Great actors lived their art first, so that when
they put their talents into the workings of drama
they were sure of their projection. If the-business
of these agents is to convince people that it is
worth it to pay for images, then why do they not
understand that his stubborn intelect from a beginn-
ing on the street would bring people into believing
that fame was an identifing part of their own dream?"
The intellectual had flattered him about his hair,
while the physiologist had asked him what he thought
of having his teeth filed and caped. The master of
ceremony's, or the P.R. man had told him of the star-
let he would do a scene with as his first set before
a screen test. Standing alone at the white rock for
the white ducks in the pond sometimes with slime,
that too, the phrases and it's, made him laugh into
a passing thoughts of scores of places, different in
there levels, but alike in there motive; where he
had gone to approach Hollywood machine men about the