Harold hated this job. He knew he was destined for greater things in the picture business, if only he could get his foot in the door. Still, he woke every morning, had his breakfast, buffed his shoes, and joined thousands of citizens on the road to work.
His job was to drive around Los Angeles and record emissions for Air Pollution Control. Drive around. Record emissions. Drive. Record. Drive. Record.
The irony was not lost on Harold. The year was 1949.
Photo from Oviatt Library Digital Collections