Tinseltown: Murder, Morphine, And Madness At the Dawn of Hollywood
“Turkey was roasting in the oven; a fire popped in the parlor. Aunts and cousins buzzed through the house, as well as Hays’s brother Hinkle, his wife, and their two little boys. When the turkey was ready, Hays, as always, intoned the prayer before the meal.
After dinner, he took his place in his easy chair in front of the fire. The children were running through the house, and the adults had gathered around the Christmas tree, but Hays sat off by himself, deep in thought. He had an important deci...sion to make, and he was still unsure what to do. Should he take the job the movie chiefs were offering him? Even with the pressures that came with it? Even with the power struggle he’d face with Adolph Zukor?
The sounds of his young son and nephews playing distracted him.
“I want to be William S. Hart!” his son Billy cried.
“No, I’m going to be him!” shouted one of his cousins.
“No, I am!” insisted the other. “You can be Doug, and Billy can be the bad guy.”
Hays was struck.MoreLess
After dinner, he took his place in his easy chair in front of the fire. The children were running through the house, and the adults had gathered around the Christmas tree, but Hays sat off by himself, deep in thought. He had an important deci...sion to make, and he was still unsure what to do. Should he take the job the movie chiefs were offering him? Even with the pressures that came with it? Even with the power struggle he’d face with Adolph Zukor?
The sounds of his young son and nephews playing distracted him.
“I want to be William S. Hart!” his son Billy cried.
“No, I’m going to be him!” shouted one of his cousins.
“No, I am!” insisted the other. “You can be Doug, and Billy can be the bad guy.”
Hays was struck.MoreLess
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