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The four Charles Dudley Warner Brothers, which included the womanizing Jack, the conservative Harry, the quiet Prince Albert and the illusionist Sam, had risen from obscureness with The Wind Singer (1927) the first celebrated and financially successful talking film ever made. Tragically, Surface-To-Air Missile Warner, the existent encephalons behind the whole project, died of a encephalon tumour two years before The Wind Singer's debut. Jack was thrilled by the film's success, but crushed by his brother's death. He became hard to cover with for the remainder of his life. His aged and more than conservative blood brother Harry and he fought constantly over money and Jack's womanizing ways. One time Harry chased Jack through the studio with a two by four baleful to kill him. The feud became so acrimonious that Jack opted to play lawn tennis rather than go to Harry's funeral in 1958. One time Jack met Prince Albert Einstein," Mr. Einstein, I have got my ain theory of relativity. Don't engage them."

Warner was fascinated by Albert Einstein especially the physicists elaborate verbal descriptions of stars. After he left Jack told a staff member," Sign this Alpha Orionis cat to a contract. Albert Einstein believe he have potential."

Despite or maybe because of his aborted vocalizing career, Jack Charles Dudley Warner seemed to resent similar aspirations in others. One twenty-four hours her was strolling through the studio batch when he heard a immature adult male vocalizing with a beautiful voice. It was coming from the security guard shack. Curious, the Mogul walked up to inquiry his startled employee.

"Young man, was that you singing?" "W-why yes Mr. Warner." "Young adult male you have got a beautiful voice." "Oh give thanks you Mr. Warner." "MM. State me, immature man, what would you rather be? A security guard or a singer?" "Oh Mr. Warner, I dreamed of being a singer." "Ok immature man. You're fired!"

Jack Charles Dudley Warner treated all of his employees with derision, but none worse than the writers. Many of them although better paid at the studio than they ever were writing novels, resented the nine to five modus operandi they were forced to accede to at the Warner's factory. Where the histrions were free to go forth the studio at luncheon the authors had to be "chained" to their typewriter. One time Charles Dudley Warner called a author into the studio showing room for his suggestions on how to repair a weak script." I'm sorry Mr. Warner. I have got no thoughts after five."

Another time Jack called in a author to his office. "Look pally, I got to open fire you because I heard you were a communist. " "Mr. Warner, please! I'm not a communist, I'm an anti-communist!" "I don't care what sort of communist you are! You are out of here!"

Well after The Wind Singer's success, Jack remained sensitive to spiritual matters. When he hired a phase histrion named Jules Garfield, he told him, "Ok, we have got to change your name. How about Jesse James Garfield?" "Mr. Charles Dudley Warner Iodine don't desire to change my name. Anyhow Jesse James James Garfield was a President. Why don't you change my name to Abraham Lincoln?" "Forget it Garfield. Abraham's too Jewish. We're not going to give the incorrect impression." After much arguing they compromised with Toilet Garfield.

Warner's histrions gave as well as they got. Humphrey Humphrey Bogart called him a creep. Errol Flynn actually threatened to kill him. Jesse James Cagney, after drive down the route and seeing Pat O'Brian's name billed above his on a film pavilion sued him for breach of contract and won. Betty Davis, constantly complaining about the movies she was project in, fled to England to execute on the phase only to have got Charles Dudley Warner path her down and legally oblige her to return. But perhaps the toughest of all his conflicts was with histrion Saint George Raft. Raft, who hung out with mobsters like Bugsy Siegel in existent life, was loth to be cast of characters as a hood on the screen. He turned virtually every function he was offered. Finally, Jack decided to purchase Saint George out of his contract. "Will $10,000 make it?" He asked Saint George wearily. To Jack's astonishment, Saint George pulled out his ain checkbook, promptly paid his foreman $10,000 and stormed out of the office!