Back in the mid-'30s a husky, big-nosed, pale-eyed Virginian named Horace Gates Brown moved his wife and three sons to California. It was, as they often say in Hollywood, Fate. This was not immediately apparent, however, for, as they also often say in Hollywood, the mills of the gods grind slowly.
Brown worked as a movie stunt man. His wife died in an automobile accident. In 1940 he joined the California State Guard and, fatefully enough, was attached to a unit which had its headquarters at Marion Davies' children's clinic. But he married Baritone...
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