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12 This Week Magazine. snaw zmii nemu Continued from pooe seven as Qualen went into his portrayal, began to laugh. His performance in The Country Doctor had been too real and too recent. They recognized him. The little papa suddenly going nuts was too much for the ebullient American sense of humor.

The studio had to cut the part and alter Qualen 's make-up; to complete the disguise they had him speak in French. After several minor but effective I Ll. Jl.1 iiaipuaLUIUUJiLI. I.J. I.

1 "Vl NOW YOU'LL LICiE YEAST fellow around whom the whole story of His Girl Friday (nee The Front Page) revolved. His performance in this was so real that it seemed incredible, if I may repeat myself, that he was just one of the actors. Papa Qualen had left Canada behind at last. Then came his equally fine work as Muley, the intense, wild-eyed sharecropper in The Grapes of Wrath, and his portrayal of the father of Knute Rockne in the picture of that name. In this movie, called upon for family prayers while the Rockne family still was in Norway, Qualen abandoned the script during a rehearsal and prayed in the Norwegian language, with an effect so real, so appealing, that it was retained in the picture.

Qualen recently got parts in two pictures at the same time. Angels Over Broadway and The Long Voyage Home. The former is the story of a kicked-about little bookkeeper, hopelessly chained to his desk, who in sudden rebellion decided to get something out of life and then kill himself. He helps himself to his employer's dough. What happens then makes the story.

It is his first leading role. And now we come back to the flute. Mr. Qualen always has felt at least since The Qualen Concert Company that his accomplishment with the flute was being wasted. Whatever his qualifications as an actor, which he is inclined to dismiss lightly, he is utterly convinced that he is God's gift to Hollywood, in the way of a flute player.

Time after time he took this up with the studios; time after time he met ignominious defeat. No flute playing. But Mr. Qualen is a person of singleness of purpose, of tenacity. It is pleasing to note that Axel Larson in The Long Voyage Home is a flute player of the first water.

that dire' fate, he decided to make one final call on a play producer who twice before had had no part for him. The interview passed just as hopelessly as before. Qualen recited all his capabilities in vivid colors, but the answer was, "No It was not until the crestfallen young thespian was halfway out the door that he remembered one accomplishment he hadn't mentioned. Wistfully he called over his shoulder: "I can play Norwegian character parts, too." The producer, in a manner of speaking, jumped'over his desk and hauled Qualen back into the office. Our hero had made this remark to the one producer in New York probably in the entire world who was at his wits end trying to find such a player.

Qualen played the Norwegian janitor in the Pulitzer Prize play Street Scene for three years. When the play was turned over to Hollywood, he played the same role in the celluloid version. When this job was finished he returned to New York and got a part in Councilor at Law, with Paul Muni. After a year in New York and a year on the road, this play, in turn, was sold to Hollywood and again Qualen got his same part in the movies. This led to the part of Asa Wyatt, father of the quintuplets, in Country Doctor.Next came a minor tragedy.

Qualen was cast as the soldier who went mad in the trenches in The Road to Glory, a film success of 1936. It was a small role but a big chance, calling for intensely dramatic acting to point up the whole picture. He worked his heart out on it. When the rushes were run, he got the highest praise from the director, his fellow actors, and studio executives. The picture was previewed in a near-by town.

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Its glare of fear and hate beat the ruthless glare of the spotlight. "You filthy killer! Putting this over on me because I was crazy about you. Living with me when you had bloody hands. Putting me in a spot where I might get mixed up in a murder. But you don't get away with it.

Not with me, you don't. You're in to get the works. You're gonna burn "And that's how we sent Johnny Smith to the chair," concluded Wasp Cardigan. "How did you get hold of the girl?" "Just a hunch, like I told you. I was never fully convinced McNirney was our man.

We'd never located the gun whose bullet killed the grocery clerk. All we had was the identification of three eye-witnesses and you can't trust the human eye unless it's an eye trained to detect. Especially under stress of excitement it can't be trusted. "So I followed a line of investigation on my own. I couldn't miss spotting the yellow-haired girl at the trial.

She stood out like a sore thumb. At the time I thought no more about her. But I kept in touch with McNirneys wife, and when she described the girl who was helping her, it was time for a checkup. The rest was easy, just a matter of trailing, getting my stuff. "We knew every move of hers and Johnny Smith's from then on.

The first time I lamped him, I knew Mc-Nirneys conviction was a sure case of mistaken identity, but we had to wait to get something pinned on the real killer." "And you didn't get it till last night. Wasn't that a narrow margin?" "I had everything set for a stay of execution if I'd failed. But the girl played her part like a trouper. She steered him straight into the Alto Bakery and the arms of the law." "She was your stool pigeon?" "Only after she found out what Johnny put over on her. Only after I convinced her she was living with a killer.

I kept telling her he might have railroaded her into being nabbed as an accomplice: Funny thing about that kind. If a man comes clean, she'll stand for almost anything. Nine times out of ten she'll stick. But let him put her in a tight place like this fellow did with May, not giving her the ghost of a chance to squeeze out, and she's the worm that turns." "What became of May?" I asked. Wasp Cardigan stroked his chin with a long hand.

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Not without some trepidation, he then was given the fine part of Earl Williams, the crazed, tortured little IiIPJE-UF Continued from preceding page "Wish to God I could! Wish we'd stayed away from that damned trial." She went out. He heard the door slam. What Johnny did not know about women is that when impulse runs riot, common sense is no match even in the most hardboiled. May herself didn't realize that she had to keep busy because the uncanny resemblance between the man in Sing Sing and May's man made her put herself tOTturingly in the other woman's shoes. Suppose it had been Johnny instead of Gumshoe George! She kept seeing herself as the wife of the killer.

The result of this attack of nerves came one day when she rushed from work to a wretched downtown tenement, an address clipped from the newspaper. She tore up five flights of stairs as though something unseen were driving her with a whip. Mrs. McNirney answered the buzzer and stood vague and pitiful in the dark doorway. "You don't know me," May said without giving her a chance to speak.

"I came to give you some money. Maybe it'll help a little. With a kid to take care of, you need it. I don't." She went there again; couldn't stay away. She never told Johnny what she was doing.

He could see she was happier and that satisfied him. He congratulated himself on making no fuss about her job. After all, a girl with pep was better off having something to do. Occasionally he called for her at the Five and Ten. They would have dinner and go to a movie.

On a warm evening, strolling up-. town, they passed the Alto Bakery and May remarked, "That place does a land-office business." "Let's go in." But it wasn't the inviting fragrance of fresh rolls, pies, cakes that tempted Johnny. The bakery was jammed with people fighting their way to the counters. They were waited on by the owner, his daughter, and a clerk. Johnny's swift encompassing glance took in the It was made to order for a holdup! For several nights he reconnoitered.

The place didn't close until eight P.M. -The daughter locked up A cinch Entering shortly after eight, Johnny shut the door and asked politely if it PEARL S. BUCK writes a new story of war-torn China NEXT WEEK 4MB. I 0 His biggest thrill came when the jurors filed in. The prisoner had to be supported as he stood up to face them.

"Gentlemen of the jury, have you agreed upon a verdict?" "We have." "How do you find?" "Guilty." Silence for the fraction of a second. Then through the stillness of death came a heartbreaking cry. Mrs. Mc-Nirney collapsed. Johnny walked from the courtroom with the hat he had stolen tugged to a swagger angle over one eyebrow and the pride of an actor who has scored a hit.

"Poor thing!" May was hanging onto his arm. "Who?" "That McNirney woman." Johnny squeezed the arm in his. "Ten to one she was wise right along. Just pulling a swell act." "I dunno. You love a guy and you never find out things about him.

He can play you for an awful sucker." "Nobody could play you, baby." May's blue eyes went hard as glass. She said in a voice equally hard, "Just let anybody try!" He didn't like the way she said it. He didn't like her sympathy for the McNirney woman. And another thing he didn't like: she slept restlessly. She muttered in her dreams.

Something new, that! Could there be any truth in that sisters-under-the-sk in stuff? He'd been operating outside New York, in Newark and Jersey City; he had to be cautious until McNirney went to the chair. Often he didn't get home until too late to take May anywhere. "Night work," he explained. Then one morning at seven-thirty Johnny snapped up in bed and saw May putting on her hat. 'Tor the love of Pete, baby, where are you going in the middle of the night?" "Back to work." "What for? What's up?" "I'm sick of sitting around.

I got a job at the Five and Ten." "Don't I give you enough coin?" "I sit here thinking of that McNirney woman, how she looked when they -gave her man the works. It's driving me nuts." "Aw, forget it!" was too late to buy a dozen rolls. The girl was alone behind the counter. She bent to pull out a tray of fresh rolls when Johnny said in a tone almost confidential, "Hands up and don't move." She did move. She struck at him with such stunning force that the gun sagged in his hand.

At the same instant from a door at the back the owner appeared. With him was a police officer This was the problem that puzzled Johnny Smith as he stood twisting his hat next day in the line-up. How did the police officer happen to be in the bakery? What brought him there at' the exact minute of the holdup? Suddenly out of darkness came a command, "Hand over your hat." Johnny peered beyond the spotlight's white eye. Two men were coming along the aisle. Johnny knew the tall stoop-shouldered one was a detective.

He knew it before a pair of eyes behind thick-lensed spectacles closed on him like steel bracelets. The detective handed Johnny's hat to the man whose testimony had helped convict McNirney. "Is this the hat the killer stole from your head when he made his getaway?" The other popped on his eyeglasses and examined the brown felt hat. He looked inside. He felt the brim.

lie put it on his head, a head too large for his stunted body. "This is the hat," he nodded. "Will you swear that George McNirney, now awaiting execution in Sing Sing Prison, is the man who stole it from you?" continued the detective. "Not now I won't." He stared up at the stage. He stared until Johnny's insides shook.

"Not now, though I thought I was telling the truth in court. This is the fellow who stole it. Can't we do anything?" The detective faced the gloomy auditorium. "Will the young lady please step up and identify the gun found in this prisoner's possession?" Out of the gloom came the officer who had arrested Johnny. Then it was that Johnny's heart stopped as still as if he had died.

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