TERRY FROST
Riding the Range with a
B-Western Bad Man!
Interview by Jan Alan
Henderson
Be advised, strong language content

Terry Frost, Marion Callahan
at film star John Agar's 70th birthday party in
Burbank California
(1991)
I magine you’re the young
leading man in Monogram’s newest monster fest, The
Monster Maker (1944) and one day after work you and star
J. Carroll Naish are having a conversation about the effects
of World War II on the motion picture business. Naish turns
to the young leading player, exhales smoke from his
ever-present cigarette, and tells the young Thespian that
he’ll never stand a chance as a romantic lead with all the
handsome soldiers coming back from the war. Become a
character actor, Naish advises!
Now, most actors would
have taken offence to this non-ego faltering advice, but not
Terry Frost. Terry took this idea and turned it into a
multiple decade career, with most of his appearances in
Westerns. "Hats off to the B Western Bad Man" was Terry’s
motto. His reasoning was simple enough—It’s for making our
heroes the heroes. He played the heavies for Western stars
Lash LaRue, Eddie Dean, Whip Wilson, Johnny Mack Brown,
Jimmy Wakely, Roy Rogers, and Gene Autry among others.
Born October 26, 1906 in
Bemidji, Minnesota, Frost began acting in Vaudeville in
1929. With 136 film roles and 235 television roles, stage
appearances in The Vinegar Tree, The Pleasure of His
Company, Come Blow Your Horn, Stalag 17, The Last Mile,
Front Page, Accent on Youth, and Three Men on a Horse,
he is also an author of an instructional book, Actors
Only. He was also the former executive director of drama
at the Patricia Stevens Career Colleges of Los Angeles and
Pasadena.
After his Hollywood
adventures, he worked as a tour guide and traveled the
Orient extensively, as well as logging two dozen trips
around the world in this capacity.
Frost was active on the
convention circuit, and also an accomplished poet. His most
requested work is a fictional poem about John Wayne,
entitled The Duke, with which he delighted fans at
conventions.
I first met Terry Frost
at a Saturday Breakfast Club, dedicated to the memory of the
great actor/stuntman Jocko Mahoney. He and I became fast
friends, as he always told people that I knew more about his
movie career than he did! Unfortunately for bad-guy movie
fans, Terry passed away at the age of 88 on March 1, 1993.
He is survived by his wife, Marion Callahan, a noted
actress/dancer and vaudevillian, who has worked with Bob
Hope, Gary Cooper, Geraldine Pager, Donald O’Connor, and
Steve Allen.
This interview took
place in 1991 at Terry and Marion’s spacious Toluca Lake
home. Over drinks, Terry recalled his show business
adventures.
FROST: It's a
funny thing growing up as a kid, back in the days when they
did everything by hand and by horse; my Dad ran a logging
camp. They built a home for him, a tarpaper shack, well
insulated, with two bedrooms - one for me and my brother and
a bedroom for my parents. I used to hang out in the
bunkhouse with the loggers. They'd recite little poems to me
and kid around. I'd recite a few of these poems to my
mother, and since I was a mischievous kid, my mother got an
idea. She bought me books like "Peter Piper Picked a Peck of
Pickled Peppers," and I learned the meter and the diction of
these little verses at an early age.
Soon after that, we
moved to the big city, where my father ran a saloon. I would
haunt the libraries, reading poetry. One of the first pieces
I loved, and still love to this day, was The Shooting of
Dan McGrew, by Robert W. Servus. I began to discover
verses about loggers and miners, and as I became more
fascinated began to memorize these verses. I soon had quite
a catalogue to choose from for oral recitations or whatever.
As a kid in the city, I
sold newspapers. At the time I started, there was a scandal
about how the local officials Duluth, Minnesota, were all
pimps, whores, racketeers and crooks, reported in The
Duluth Ripsaw. Those papers told the history of my
hometown. When they'd come out, I'd get 100 at a time and
start peddling them around town, to the saloons and
whorehouses. Some girl in a whorehouse would talk one of the
drunken customers into buying all my papers. You could buy
50 of them for $2.50—a nickel apiece. Then when the drunk
passed out, she'd put them outside the back door, I'd pick
them up and sell them again!
The whores liked me
because I was this young kid who would recite poetry to
them. So I ended up occasionally reciting poetry in the main
parlor of a bordello, and the hookers would say, "Pass the
hat and give the kid some!"
After my father passed
away, I left home. My original destination was Spokane,
Washington. One of my pastimes was going down into the Hobo
Jungles on weekends, and talking with the hobos. In that day
it was quite fashionable to catch a ride on the railroad for
free—or at least, according to these fellas it was. So I
hopped a ride, and although my destination was Spokane,
Washington, I wound up in Butte, Montana. I was on the train
for two days and two nights; I was 16 years old, dirty and
hungry and beat. I didn't know where the hell I was, but I
quickly found out.
I
went into a pool hall where kids hung out. I knew what a
pimp looked like, so I picked out this pimp and said, "Tell
me, where's the best house in town?" He looked at me and
said, "What the hell do you want to know for?" And I said,
"Please, sir, I got a couple of live ones!" He said "It
won't do you any good, but it's the "Five Dollar House." So
I went there and rapped on the back door. A black girl came
to the door, and said, "What do you want?" I said, "I want
to talk to the landlady." She went, "You just get out of
here—just get out of here right now!" The landlady heard all
of the fuss, came to the door and said, "What do you want,
son?" I said, "I've been on a freight train for two days and
two nights, I'm hungry, I'm dirty and I'm tired! I'll
work—I'd just like a place to clean up a little bit and get
something to eat." She said, "You come with me."
Now this is a Saturday.
This particular bordello happened to have an auditorium, and
up on top of this auditorium were rooms. She took me to a
room way in the back, and said, "Take off all your clothes
and put them right there," pointing to a spot. "Go in there,
take a nice bath, and I'll send you in something to eat." I
was in the damn bathtub for at least 35 minutes - oh, I was
livin' now! After the bath, I crawled into bed and fell
asleep. The madam told me later she sent some food up, but
she didn't want to wake me. When I did wake up, my clothes
were gone, but there were brand new ones in their place! She
had taken the sizes of that crap, and bought me all new
clothes - a new mackinaw, new shoes, new socks, new woolen
pants, a woolen shirt and a woolen sweater, and a cap. After
dinner, she came up, and I asked her, "What can I do to work
this debt off?" And she said, "You just rest. But I don't
want you to leave this room tonight." She asked me how old I
was and I told her the truth, that I was sixteen. And she
said, "You know, you're not allowed in a place like this."
About 8:00 at night, I
began to hear music, laughter, and hollering and carrying
on, and I said, "Goddam, I got to see what's going on." Now
there was a balcony with wagon wheel spokes for the
railings, so I opened my door a little ways and crawled out.
I peeked through and saw girls playing the piano, girls
dancing with guys. I'm watching this, and someone tapped me
on the shoulder, and it was the landlady. She says, "You get
back in your room!" While I was looking out, one girl tried
to recite some poetry - couldn't do it worth a damn! So I
said to the landlady, "I heard that one girl recite poetry.
Do you know I recite poetry?" She said, "What kind of
poetry?" I said, "Just poetry." She said, "Nothing off
color, now." And I said, “Oh, no, no!"
About half an hour later
the landlady came up and said, "Come on down, I want you to
recite some poetry for our guests." So I started off with
The Shooting of Dan McGrew. They put a bowl up on top of
the piano. After about two poems, "That's fine, sonny, you
can go to bed." I went upstairs to my room, and she handed
me the bowl! I said, "This is yours, isn't it?" And she
said, "No, it's yours."
Now, I knew they took
percentages of the girls in these places, and she said, "No,
you're different. You keep the men entertained while the
girls are busy. I want you to work in between, but you can't
live here. You go out and get a room tomorrow, at $5 a week,
with maid service and clean linen every week. And I want you
to buy yourself some clothes, too. I don't want you to dress
like a pimp, now, and don't get smart! You just dress like a
schoolboy." The madam asked me if I was raised in a
churchgoing family, and I told her I was baptized and
confirmed in the Episcopalian Church. She said, "I want to
see you in church every Sunday, but don't you recognize or
talk to me."
After about three
months, I decided to move on. That madam was a great lady--
she wrote me a letter of introduction to a couple other of
these clubs up in Washington state, and I'd go and entertain
there and make money. I even came to Hollywood during that
period and looked around for about a month. First thing I
did off the train was have a cab driver take me to Hollywood
and Vine. I asked the cab driver where I could get a room in
Hollywood. He says, "There's rooming houses all over here,
back of Vine Street and Hollywood, where you can get a room.
I took cabs everywhere I went in Hollywood. After about a
month I decided to go back home. On my way back East, I hit
all the same joints, but I didn't stay half as long in them.
I went back home to
visit my mother, threw $3,000 cash in her lap, and told her
to take it easy. She said, "Where did you get this Terry,
did you steal it?" I said, "No, Mother, in the big city I
work in clubs and they like my poetry." She immediately
asked me if I would recite some poetry for the ladies of her
church group next week. And so the next day, the paper came
out that Terry Frost recited poetry for the Ladies of The
Rebecca.
Now through this
circuit, certain New York producers saw me. I met with one
of these producers in his hotel room, and he asked me if I
had ever worked in the theater. I told him that poetry
reciting was all I had ever done. This producer said, "I've
got a part in this show—It's two blocks away from where you
work—I'd like you to come over and read for me." So it ended
up that I did my poetry recitations at the club, and the
part in the stage play after and in between that. That's how
I got started in Vaudeville.
JAH: How did you
get involved in movies?
FROST:
An actor always has to have a second profession to fall back
on. When work got a little thin on the stage, I learned the
restaurant business. I was a fry cook, a dinner cook, and a
chef. See, you could always get a job in the restaurant
business if you could handle yourself. I got to be a good
restaurant man. I was running a restaurant in Hollywood and
a magazine called Pic ran a story about a play I had
done called "The Last Mile." Spencer Tracy and Clark Gable
had also done the play—one of them on the West Coast and one
in New York. That magazine article led to someone in the
picture business coming in the restaurant, and offering me
work. So, I was working at the restaurant and doing one-day
picture jobs. I ended up replacing a lot of fellows, because
they wanted people who could get it right in one or two
takes. I had plenty of casting directors calling, "Come on
over to the lot, I've got a hurry-up job for you. Go up to
your dressing room, I'll have your sides ready for you.
We're going to shoot this afternoon." A lot of them were bit
parts. Some of them had four or five pages, like the first
Batman serial with J. Carroll Naish. In those days
they never gave you credit for a one-day job, or even a
small part. I was in Sam Katzman's Captain Video
serial with Judd Holdren, unbilled. I did the Lost Planet
with Judd, another bit part. But we worked all the time—the
main thing was to keep workin'.
JAH: You have
worked with some of the greatest character actors in
film—John Carradine, J. Carroll Naish, George Zucco, Ralph
Morgan. What were they like?
FROST:
They were very down to earth people—all of them. The picture
that always cracked me up was the one I did with George
Zucco, called The Flying Serpent. The ancient Aztec
god Quetzalcoatl—what a riot! You could see the damn wires
on the serpent in the picture. I did The Monster Maker
with J. Carroll Naish and Ralph Morgan. Boy, did I pity
Ralph Morgan! He had to put all that latex gunk all over his
face, the acromegalic makeup. And I said to him, "Geez,
Ralph, I pity you with all that makeup on." He said, "Terry,
I'll never take another goddam job like this as long as I
live!"
John Carradine was aces.
He never lost his love of the stage and Shakespeare. But
hey, when things got a little rough, he even worked a TV
Western with me a time or two. And don't you know, he
trained all his kids to be first rate actors.
Now, J. Carroll Naish on
The Monster Maker gave me the greatest piece of
advice I've ever had in my life. He said, "Terry, when all
those boys come back from the war, there's going to be a lot
less work for the romantic lead, which is what you're
playing in this picture. Get into character work, and you'll
never be out of work." I went home and I thought about that,
and I decided he was right. So I told my agent I had done
plenty of heavies on stage and I thought it was time to
direct my career toward character roles, which meant a lot
of time playing bad guys—the man with the black hat, the
no-good, son-of-a-bitch heavy; the kind of damned things
that Carradine, Zucco and Naish were doing. That single
piece of advice is what kept me afloat in show business for
26 years.
JAH: During this
period, you did a lot of work in Westerns, didn't you?
FROST: I did two
Tim Holt Westerns, and I thought I could ride. I had ridden
a lot of horses, but I had never ridden Western style. And
dammit, they put me up on horses for those two Tim Holts,
and I just hung on! On the weekends between shootings, I
would go out to Griffith Park in the Hollywood Hills, rent a
goddam horse and learn how to ride Western style. I'd
practice things like getting on, getting off—quick mounts.
I'd run at 'em and mount, and slowly but surely I learned
the riding game. There were a lot of good riders around in
those days—cowboys much better than myself. It was a novelty
in those days for an actor to become a proficient rider.
The whole time in
pictures, I continued with stage work, I came across a guy
who did a lot of work for Republic in Westerns and serials
called Roy Barcroft, in a play called Flight 13. It
was a three-act play, and I had the lead. It was kind of a
story like the Airport movies or the Chester Morris
picture for RKO called Five Came Back. It's the story
of a big airplane that crash lands on water. This played at
the Masquer's Club in Hollywood. I was the pilot of the
plane, and Roy had a five-minute scene in the third act,
trying to romance a young girl, but his romance was not to
be, because the plane crashed! An agent saw him in this
play, and he went on to do all that work at Republic.
JAH:
Except for a couple of Republic serials, the majority of
your serial work was done for Sam Katzman at Columbia.
FROST: My first
Sam Katzman serial was Hop Harrigan with William
Bakewell playing Hop Harrigan. We made that serial in
Arizona. We used to have a pilot who was one of the guys who
ran two or three little airplanes out there. I was
introduced to the pilot by a crewman that I had been hanging
around with, who had been a parachutist and had crippled
himself in a bad jump. He used to tell the story of how he
got all banged up. The pilot says, "Hey, when you're not
working, I'll take you for a ride up there." So I went for a
couple of rides, and we partied in the airplane.
The hotel we stayed in
was a great place for a fight—movie or otherwise. They had
overstuffed leather furniture. So, one night there were six
of us who were on the picture—Rube, Scheaffer (a muscle man
who worked for Sam all the time)—he and I and four other
guys put on a fight in the lobby of this hotel. We worked it
up in front of a pretty good crowd in the lobby. We'd only
talked the routines over before we did the stunts. Everybody
in the lobby who wasn't in on it was screaming, and they
called the police! So we straightened everything up,
lickety-split, and when the police arrived we were sitting
there. They came roaring in through the front doors, and the
first guy they targeted was me. They said, "Who started the
fight?" And I said, "What fight?" So eventually the people
in the lobby caught on to the fact that we were a motion
picture company who were staying at the hotel, and that we
had put on the fight for their benefit, and laughed it off.
There was a radio
station on the top floor of the hotel that Gene Autry bought
at the same time we made the serial Hop Harrigan.
This was before he bought KTLA and had Golden West
Broadcasters in Los Angeles.
JAH: You played a
heavy in both of the Kirk Alyn Superman serials.
FROST:
We had fun with that. The director on that picture was
Spence Gordon Bennett. He was one of the top men from the
silent days. Spencer was athletic up into his 90's. His big
thing was racquetball. He knew script, he knew story, and he
knew how to put serials together for Sam. The relationships
on those serials with men like Bennett and Katzman were
smooth. Now, Tommy Carr was the second director on that
first picture. Tommy had a brother who was an actor, Steve,
who also was an actor and dialogue director for the first
season of the George Reeves Superman television show.
Steve Carr worked with us on the Bruce Gentry serial.
Tommy Carr was also an actor and worked with my favorite
director who was over at Republic, who I didn't get to work
with often enough, John English.
I did a TV pilot with
John English over at 20th Century Fox called Hangtree Inn.
I played an old man with four sons as my gang of desperados.
I taught them all to be bank robbers, and handled them like
a tight-reined little gang.
Getting back to
Superman, Kirk Alyn was grand to work with. He had to
keep a little to himself, to be in character. You gotta
remember, playing a comic book character in that silly suit
was no easy job. Kirk had a background in dance and
modeling, so he knew how to handle himself through the
physical stuff. There was one bit where Spencer wanted
Superman to bang two of the bad guys' heads together. We had
some of the best in the business on this picture—Jack
Ingram, Charlie King—and these people all knew the picture
fight game. So we worked out this little bit with Kirk where
he is supposed to bang our heads together. We would jump up
on apple boxes and they'd crank down the speed on the camera
so the gag would appear faster when the film was projected,
making it look realistic.
I also did two of the
George Reeves TV Superman. One episode, which was
called "My Friend Superman" involved this little Italian
chef who cooked super hamburgers, and at the end of the show
Paul Burke and I got pelted with cream pies. I think the
producer, Whitney Ellsworth, fattened our pay envelopes a
little for that gag, because he was embarrassed. Everyone on
that show was top-notch.
JAH:
You worked with Buster Crabbe on a Katzman serial called
Pirates of the High Seas.
FROST: We did
that one in about 30 days out on Catalina Island. Buster was
swell. We'd go out on a boat out on the isthmus; he'd dive
straight off the boat into the sea and be down there for
what sometimes seemed like hours. He'd be down there so long
it would worry us—no mask, no snorkel, no air tanks, no
nothing—just him and his swimming trunks. He'd come up with
lobsters and abalone stuffed in his belt, that he'd picked
up on the bottom. Another time we were in a club in Avalon.
They held the club open especially for the movie company,
even though this was Catalina's off season. Rusty Wescoatt,
who was in a lot of Sam's pictures, and I bumped into a
couple of Coast Guard guys, and over drinks asked them if it
was all right to pick up a couple of bugs (lobsters)." With
the Coast Guard's unofficial permission we built three
lobster traps. These things were a yard square, made out of
chicken wire, and we'd go out after dusk and set them every
night. Our call was about 6 or 7 in the morning, so we'd get
up about 5 and go check the traps. We were getting 15 or 20
bugs in each trap. We fed the cast and crew 3 or 4 entire
lobster dinners with our off-season fishing.
The thing that will
stick in my mind forever about that show is when we were
filming off the isthmus of Catalina. They had three boats—a
PT boat, which was the camera boat; a three-mast schooner,
and another one that they called the pilot boat. Now, we're
having a fight on the three-mast schooner. I get knocked
into the drink, and all three ships take off, leaving me in
about 20 foot of water, because we're on the isthmus;
bobbing up and down in these six foot choppers. I wasn't
worried about getting knocked off the sailing boat because
there are no propellers and no undertow, but I'm out there
treading water, and damn if all three boats don't keep going
on—leaving me out there in the drink! So I'm out there, and
the first time I go up on one of these swells, I say," Well,
I'm going to take this easy." So I did this for what seemed
like a couple of hours, but was actually 15 or 20 minutes. I
was damn mad! When they got me up out of the water on the
boat, the first thing I wanted to do was murder Sam Katzman!
I was damn near frozen! I stated that to cast and crew in no
uncertain terms! I was cussin' him till some of the stunt
men got me down below. I cooled off and we made up, and damn
it if he didn't leave plenty of brandy in my cabin to cut
that winter chill on Catalina.
Tris
Coffin and I roomed together on this picture. One night we
were sitting up talking, having a couple of drinks, telling
each other stories, and maybe playing poker, when Sam
Katzman breezes by our room, sticks his head in the door—It
was about 2 in the morning—and says, "How are you fellas?
What are you doing?" So I says, "Well, Sam, we're telling
each other lies and having a couple of drinks." "I don't
worry about you guys, you always get it done." So he sat
down and had a drink with us. Sam was loyal to people he
knew—I loved the man. I went down to Columbia towards the
end of him making serials. We all used to hang out whether
we were working or not together, because we were all like a
family. Now I walked into Sam's office and before I could
open my mouth, he said "Damn it, Terry! We don't have a
thing in this show for you." I said, "That's all right, Sam.
You've sent my two girls through college, so I forgive
you—but don't forget me on the next one!" And he didn't.
Those were the golden days in the movie business. We all
took care of each other. We weren't jealous of each other,
and would recommend each other for jobs. The picture
business today—everyone's a shark—no sense of camaraderie.
It's a shame.
You had to be in good
physical shape to work these B pictures, because they were
fast and furious. Now George Katzman, Sam's brother, died up
on the scaffolding—I believe he was Sam's electrician. We
had to shut the shooting of the picture down, and Sam was
going crazy. Most of the stuff that was written about Sam
would lead you to believe that he was cheap, and this was
another incident that could be taken out of context. But my
belief is, Sam was having fits over the budget to cover his
grief over the loss of his brother. The business then and
now has always dictated that if you get knocked down, the
faster you stand up the faster you get back into the game.
This is how Sam dealt with his brother's death.
Another example is Mel
Delay, who worked for Sam. Ran his ass off 'til one day he
sat down in a chair and turned absolutely black and died of
a heart attack.
I always hung out with
the crew and the stunt guys. That's how I met Eddie Parker.
I was doing a little stunt work over at 20th Century, and
had to do a bit with Parker. I had told them that I had done
stunt work before, to get the job. Parker and I became fast
friends, and he taught me the fight game. We worked really
well together. I recommended him to Sam Katzman many times,
and he eventually started getting parts on Sam's shows.
JAH: Tris Coffin
was a good friend of yours, wasn't he?
FROST: Tris was a
well-educated man. He had an extensive background on the
stage. I saw him perform once in Salt Lake City. His family
was in the business. His wife Vera is a beautiful, sweet
person. Tris's series 26 Men was produced by a guy I
didn't exactly get along with. The show was shot in Arizona,
where Tris had a home with his wife Vera. So I get down
there to Arizona and I'm in the hotel room by myself, I was
just about to go down to dinner, and the phone rings. It's
Tris, and he says, "Hi, Tiger, how you doing!" I said,
"We're going to see you on the set tomorrow!" He says,
"Tomorrow, hell, get a cab and come on out! You're going to
stay with me!" So I said, "Aw, Tris, they're paying for me
here in the hotel. They're treating me all right." He said,
"Get in that cab and come on out here. You're going to stay
with me!" I got the cab and went on out, and no sooner had I
walked in the door, than he says, "Where's your wife?" I
said, "Aw, you know, she's at home." He said, "Well, call
her up, tell her to get on an airplane and come on down here
and we'll pick her up." So I did. And the whole week we were
there we had a ball. He had a beautiful house, with a pool
and everything. Now, the producer was furious when he found
out that Tris and I were having fun on our off time at Tris'
house. He should have kept quiet—It saved him the hotel
bill!
I remember Leo Gordon
was involved on one of those shows. They also had a kid who
was a hell of a gun handler who was in a rodeo act that Tris
participated in. So we went to the rodeo as well. One of the
nights after the rodeo performance, Tris, Vera, my wife and
I were sitting at the table having dinner, and the producer
of 26 Men just happened to be there. This guy came to
the table and started deriding me. Now, I didn't say
anything for a little while, and kept taking this verbal
tirade. After about an hour of this crap, I said to this
gentleman, "This is the first time I've ever worked with
you, and quite frankly, I don't give a shit whether I ever
work for you again." And then he exploded, and started to
really cuss me out. Tris is pretty well heated up by this
time, and he says to this guy, "This is my friend, a guest
at my home! If you want to finish this goddam series, you
lay off!" Tris told him off, right there, and for the whole
week I was down there I didn't see that producer. Tris was a
beautiful guy. I loved him.
JAH: You were
featured extensively in the Highway Patrol series
with Broderick Crawford.
FROST: Well, by
that time Brod was drinking pretty regular, but he was a
great guy. It never seemed to affect his work. Brod Crawford
and I used to rehearse our scenes together, and you know,
with him, he never gave you a cue. In the theater, you
learned to handle that—you anticipate the other actor. For
me, it was no problem. You could tell with Broderick just by
watching him, the way he walked and moved, when he'd finish
his lines. So, we worked well together. Now, he also had a
couple of quarts of vodka in the prop truck, on ice. After
every scene, he'd say, "Let's freshen up." So we'd go over
to the prop truck, he'd take a drink and hand the thing to
me. I'd blow bubbles in the damn thing and give it back to
him! Come wrap time, I'd start to have a few, too! He'd get
pretty stoned sometimes. One afternoon after one of these
days with these long freshening up rituals, he tripped over
a cable and sprained his ankle, and he said to me, "Geez,
you can handle that stuff!" He thinks I've been drinking
drink for drink with him, and the whole time I've been
blowing bubbles in his vodka!
I had a great dinner
deal with Brod. I used to go to his house for drinks and
hors d’oeuvres at the end of the day. One day he says to me,
"Where do you live?" And I said, "In the Wilshire District
of Los Angeles, near the old Carthay Circle district." Now,
the studio gave him a chauffeur to drive him to and from,
and basically do anything else he needed to have done while
he was filming. There was a cast and crew bus that ran us in
and out from the various locations, that ran right by his
apartment in the Sunset Towers on the Sunset Strip. So
before quitting time, he'd send the chauffeur to go pick up
cold cuts and caviar and whatever else. I'd drive my car to
his apartment on the Strip, ride up with him either in the
chauffeur driven car or on the studio bus. We'd come back on
the studio bus and be dropped off at his place and go up and
have drinks and hors d’oeuvres. This aggravated my wife,
because she'd be waiting dinner. Brod really knew how to lay
out a spread, so I'd arrive home having eaten dinner with
Brod instead of having dinner at home.
Television was like
working for Sam Katzman's companies. You just work as much
as you can. Back in those days, we'd do things like Cisco
Kid with Duncan Reynaldo, and the Eddie Dean Western
show called The Marshall of Gunsight Pass.
Those things went live to New York on cable—no film. My
wife, Marion Callahan, co-starred in one of those.
JAH: Obviously,
some of your favorite work was in your Westerns.
FROST:
You bet—there's no question about that. I worked with Gene
Autry and Roy Rogers on features and their respective TV
series. I remember vividly working with Gene, and I was just
one of the character actors on this picture. You got to
understand, I was never a guy to kiss up to the big shots. I
didn't want to have to get jobs that way. The cast and crew
came back to this camp that Gene had set up with several
cabins—Gene's being outfitted with every modern convenience,
as it should have been for the star. Gene was just one of
the fellows. He rode in with us on the bus, and there wasn't
any of this big-shot-itis stuff.
We had come in from an
especially hard day, and as we're getting off the bus Gene
taps me on the shoulder and says, "Come on up to Club Nine
after you get cleaned up, Terry." I said, "Where's Club
Nine, Gene?" Gene said, "It's my cabin!" I said, "Thank
you!" From then on, I was accepted in his group.
The other funny thing
that stuck out in my mind, we were doing a feature for Gene
Autry and Raymond Hatton and I were rooming together. After
a hard day's work, we were cleaning up and getting ready to
go to dinner, and I asked Raymond if he wanted a drink. He
said "Sure," so I mixed him one, and one led to another. I
knew Raymond wasn't a drinking man, but I didn't know how
easily it would upset his stomach. At this point, he goes
into the bathroom, gets violently ill, and loses his false
teeth down the toilet! Now we have a double dilemma—not only
does Raymond have no teeth, but he did all of his scenes
with teeth, so it would be impossible to do any more
work with him and match it up with the previous days'
shooting. Being as aware of continuity as we were in those
days, working on shoestring budgets, I said "Raymond, why in
the hell did you flush!" He said, "Terry, I just couldn't
stand the smell!" I knew we were in for some deep trouble.
I got the idea we should
go and talk to Gene Autry's pilot. Raymond lived in
Lancaster, so it was a simple matter to fly down and get a
spare set of choppers for him and fly back in time for the
morning's call, which is what we did!
Another time on an Autry
feature, I roomed with Lyle Talbot. It was about the same
scenario, only we'd gone to dinner separately. I was having
dinner and there was one guy who came in from the bar who
was just sort of picking on me because I was one of the
actors in this movie company. This guy says to me, "I know
Gene Autry's tough, but you guys that play the bad guys
aren't so tough." I knew this was going to be trouble the
minute I laid eyes on the guy, so I bought him a drink and
tried to soft-talk him out of any trouble. I was just trying
to get out of there. He keeps drinking, and keeps up the
tirade, things like "You're not so tough, you SOB." So we
had another drink, and I said, "It's late, I'm going to turn
in. I've got an early call." As I'm leaving the restaurant,
he follows me out. I crossed the street, and I noticed the
guy following me. Now the whole time, the guy's yakking on
about what a wimp I was, and "You movie bad guys ain't
nothin' but wimps," and cussin' me. I just kept agreeing
with him. We got across the street from the hotel, and I
said, "Well, good night, fellow, I'm going across the
street." This seemed to set him off, and he was sticking his
fingers in my chest and yelling even louder than before. So
I warned him off from this physical stuff, and said, "Don't
you poke me, you SOB." He yelled, "Oh, yeah?!" and took
another poke at me. So I popped him one right in the head
and he went down like a lead monkey. One shot and he was
sleeping—the trouble was, I had broken my hand! So I just
walked across the street and went up to my room.
I got up to the room,
and Lyle is up there, and my hand is turning every shade of
purple under the sun. I said, "Lyle, I'm in trouble." He
said, "What happened?" I told him about the guy and the
incident in the restaurant. As we're talking, my hand goes
to the blackest shade of purple and doubles in size. I said,
"Lyle, you've got to help me." Lyle said, "I don't know how
in hell you're going to ride a horse tomorrow with that
hand." I remembered I was wearing gloves throughout the
picture, so Lyle and I started playing with the gloves. We
slit the gloves and put pieces of rawhide in them to expand
the glove to the size of my hand. Lyle, God bless him, sat
up with me and helped sew this contraption together so I
could get through the next day's shooting. Lyle and I kept
this whole incident quiet.
About 4:00 in the
afternoon, Gene Autry came up to me, and said, "How are you
doing, Terry?" I said, "Well, I'll make it, Gene." He said,
"I heard about your deal last night." I said, "Oh, God, I
thought I kept that quiet!" He said, "You did, but Bill
Bradford had breakfast with the guy you belted this
morning!" The guy said to Bill Bradford, "Are you working on
this picture?" And Bradford says, "Yeah, I'm the cameraman."
He said, "You know, I knew Gene Autry was tough, but I
didn't think those other guys were. Believe me, they are!"
He had nine stitches in his cheekbone! Gene said, "Well
you're hand's not noticeable at all in the picture. You're
getting along with it all right." And all that day, all I
did was mount horses and shoot guns with that glove that
Lyle Talbot and I monkeyed together in that hotel room.
JAH:
You quit show business in the mid-Sixties. Why?
FROST: I
considered acting playing. The greatest damn job in the
world. When I wasn't acting, I was on the golf course
playing golf. When we did those last serials for Sam and for
Republic, they were making the last serials and the last
Westerns. Everything was switching over to TV. I did plenty
of TV in the couple of years that I stayed in the business,
Gunsmoke, Rawhide, Sugarfoot, Cheyenne,
etcetera. I was lucky I worked past 1960, because I managed
to get in on that first residual deal. But it all changed,
and all of us character actors felt it. I went out on an
interview on the old Republic lot, which had been changed
into the North Hollywood CBS television production facility.
I sat down in front of these two young casting directors,
and they asked me what I had done. I asked them if they were
familiar with my work. They said no, and I said, "Well, if
you're not familiar with my work, there's no sense in going
any further with this." I got up, thanked them, turned heel
and walked out without a regret.
I got into the travel
business, went around the world two dozen times. I feel I
got to see Hollywood in its golden age, and rather than be
on the way down and desperate, I decided to get out of the
game while the getting was good. I led a charmed life—I
repeat—a charmed life.
April 2007
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