When we were sitting in the living room Mr. Schenck said to me, âHow are things going at the studio?â I smiled at him because I was glad he hadnât had a hand in my being fired. âI lost my job there last week,â I said. Mr. Schenck looked at me and I saw a thousand stories in his faceâstories of all the girls he had known who had lost jobs, of all the actresses he had heard boasting and giggling with success and then moaning and sobbing with defeat. He didnât try to console me. He didnât take my hand or make any promises. The history of Hollywood looked out of his tired eyes at me and he said, âKeep going.â âI will,â I said. âTry X Studio,â Mr. Schenck said. âThere might be something there.â When I was leaving Mr. Schenckâs house I said to him, âIâd like to ask you a personal question. Do I look any different to you than I used