Harry was the last of Old Hollywood.
Back before television. When everyone had been in the war.
Big mansions, servants.
Parties every weekend.
The studio provided the publicists and the cars and everything else.
Harry provided the face and the box office.
And then, the studios stopped calling.
Harry’s agent told him that the times had changed.
Harry’s accountant said there was enough to last a lifetime.
So, Harry retired, fired his agent and accountant, and went traveling.
People would ask him for his autograph, and he gladly gave it and posed for photos.
And he lived happily ever after.