Here's an intersting story "Gene Autry's Melody Ranch Memories"
When I bought the old Melody Ranch, as I called it, from Monogram Pictures, it had been used for the filming of hundreds of Western movies with stars like Harry Carey, Johnny Mack Brown, Bob Steele, Tom Tyler and many more.
My first feat Johnny Mack Brown, Bob Steele, Tom Tyler and many more.
ure picture for Republic Studios, Tumbling Tumbleweeds, had been filmed at the Placerita Canyon ranch in 1935. Years later, in 1958, John Wayne and I worked there together for Johnny Mack Brown, Bob Steele, Tom Tyler and many more.
the first time in a television special called "The Western" for the NBC series Wide, Wide World. Directed by John Ford, the 90-minute show was essentially a history of the Western movie, with a cast that included Walter Brennan, Ward Bond, James Arness, Gabby Hayes, James Garner and dozens of familiar cowboy and Indian faces.
The novelty of working for the first time with John Wayne at Melody Ranch, more than twenty years after we were the first two players under contract when Republic Pictures was formed in 1935, would have been reason enough to remember that day. But what has stayed with me in the years since then was the unique relationship between John Wayne and John Ford.
John Wayne was a man without pretense. He could be tough and rowdy, but in the presence of Ford, whom he revered, he could be as obedient and innocent as an altar boy. The night before the telecast Duke lost track of the time, did some serious partying, and arrived on the Melody Ranch set two or three hours late with a head quite sensitive to loud noises.
Ford's voice must have sounded like a hammer beating against the lid of a garbage can. He was furious. He berated Wayne for holding up rehearsal and inconveniencing the rest of the cast. Duke just kept ducking his head and scuffing his toe in the sand and repeating, "I'm sorry, boss."
Wayne's part required him to walk down the Western street where High Noon's immortal face-down occurred, as he recited his lines from the script. Ford punished him by demanding endless run-throughs over that quarter-mile stretch of red dust, under a blistering desert sun.
"And you'll not get so much as a drop of water," Ford roared. "Do you HEAR me?"
"Yes, boss," Wayne replied.
While the Duke was suffering his penance, Ford sidled up to me and said, "Gene, about twenty minutes before we go on the air I want you to give Duke a good, healthy slug of Bourbon. And halfway through the show, give him another. But don't let him know that I know."
I understood. I walked over to the ranch house, took a Coke out of the refrigerator, emptied half of it into the sink, and filled up the bottle with Bourbon. As I recall, we rehearsed until four-thirty and were to hit the air live half an hour later, catching the East at prime time.
Wayne was standing off-camera with his tongue hanging out when I sauntered up to him, holding out the bottle of Coke.
"Here, Duke," I said. "Have a swallow of this. I think it will help you."
His face puckered up, and he waved the offer aside with a short chop of his hand.
"Get that mouthwash away from me," he growled. "You want to get me sick?"
As sternly as I could, I said, "Duke, I'm telling you, this is just what you need. Try it. Take a sip."
He looked at me a little suspiciously, took the bottle, and tilted it to his lips. His eyes got as round as saucers. When he handed me the empty he said, "Autry, you may have saved a man's life."
Halfway through the show I performed the same errand. The second time, Wayne didn't have to be persuaded.
Years later, after his success in the movie True Grit, I received a package in the mail from Wayne. It contained a glossy photograph of himself as Rooster Cogburn, with the patch over one eye. The inscription said: "To Gene Autry. A lot of water has gone under the bridge. And whiskey, too."
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