men and married women
stays away?"

"Stays away?" he says. "They'll break their way in! The married women
will wanna see Delancey and get a idea of what they missed, and the men
will wanna see what this big fathead looks like, if only to kid him."

"What kind of a actor is he?" I says.

"Wait till you see him," says Alex. "He's got the studio standin' on
its ear! He thinks he's the greatest actor the world ever seen and
everybody else from the director to the camera men is dubs. He refuses
to fake any of the fight scenes and I gotta pay supers ten bucks a day
to take his wallops. The first time he had a love scene with the
leadin' lady he thought it was on the level and went out and got a
marriage license. He argued two hours in favor of real bullets for the
duel he fights with the villain and refused to play a scene supposed to
be in Alaska because the studio's in Jersey. He claims the guy which
wrote the scenario escaped from a lunatic asylum and he plays the
second two reels his own way. I've had three different casts work with
him because he gets them all sore by his kiddin' them about art. He
takes everything in dead earnest and tried to beat up the villain on
the street twice because he's supposed to hate him in the picture.
But--this first episode is _some_ film!!!"

I seen the picture in the private projectin' room and Alex told the
truth when he called it "_some_ film." In fact that there would of
been as good a title for the whole picture as the one they had. They
was more adventures happened to Delancey Calhoun in them five reels
than Robinson Crusoe, Columbus, Kit Carson and Davy Crockett had in
their combined lives! He was a heart-breaker one second and a
head-breaker the next. He had insisted to Alex that one villain wasn't
enough for him to foil, so they had about a dozen and he trimmed 'em
all. They was also several heroines for him to save and clasp on his
manly bosom, which same he did in evenin' clothes only. It was nothin'
for him to save a maiden in distress from a sinkin' ship and the next
second appear in a lifeboat with a dress suit on, rowin' for shore. No
matter if the scene was mornin' or night, Alaska or the Sahara Desert,
Delancey was there in his little dress suit. He would of parted with
that and his left eye with the same willingness.

Apart from the film itself, which might of been good or might of been
bad, but certainly was excitin' for your life, Delancey was a