[in 1938] I used to get $1,850 out of a London distributor for a Western. Now I can't get $100. Hell, I can't give 'em away.
[in 1938] We got to have somebody in the picture who can ride a horse. Up 'til the Guild [Screen Actors Guild] got started we could get them for $3 a day and at night they would drink up all their pay except say about a dime for breakfast. Now with the Guild in, they get about $25 a day and STILL have a dime left the next morning.
[in 1938, on the state of the independent "B" western] The Western business is shot . . . The plots are so formula that New York, Philadelphia and Chicago don't go for them any more. The South dearly loves them, but that's not enough.