“Boobs, nothing!” broke in the other. “What do you suppose they're doing?”
“Saving us from Hun propaganda, so they told me.”
“The hell of a lot they care about Hun propaganda! They are earning five dollars a head.”
“What?”
“Sure as you're born!”
“You really know that?”
“Know it? Pete Dailey was at a meeting of the Motion Picture Directors' Association last night, and it was arranged to put up the money and hire them. They're a lot of studio bums, doing a real mob scene on a real location!”
“Well, I'll be damned!” I said. “And what about the police?”
“Police?” laughed the critic. “Would you expect the police to work free when the soldiers are paid? Why, Jesus Christ——”
“I beg pardon?” said Carpenter.