Odd and interesting little 10-page piece filled with barely-disguised hatred for the Warner Brothers. The author even accuses young Sam Warner of "running a portable gambling hell" at the age of 12, for working a Spin-To-Win booth in a street fair, charging the customers a nickel for the chance to win a one cent cigar. (Something the author calls, "a cruel percentage against the public".) Oddly heated, with faint hints of something far uglier (the author makes sure to point out that the Warners "are heavy subscribers to Jewish charities"), this book is an interesting reaction to the widespread chaos of the film industry's adoption of sound technology.
Note: several glaring typos.
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