When Ed Hulse, editor and publisher of Blood ‘n’ Thunder magazine, read my review of a Buster Crabbe western in which his female co-star Iris Meredith caught my eye, he left the following as a comment. What he had to say was important and interesting enough not to leave buried where relatively few people would come across it. It’s worthy of a post of itself, I thought, and so here it is.

— Steve



IRIS MEREDITH, by Ed Hulse

   Iris Meredith has been a favorite of mine for nearly 40 years now. She’s not the greatest actress in the world — although she wasn’t exactly given challenging roles or directorial guidance in Westerns and serials — but her beautiful face and distinctive voice still exert a vaguely hypnotic influence on male viewers, as Steve is now learning.

IRIS MEREDITH

   Unfortunately, like so many who toiled in “B” movies, she didn’t get the breaks she deserved. As a Columbia contract player, she worked long hours on cheap pictures and was forever being promised better opportunities that never seemed to materialize.

   Iris lost both parents before she started working in Hollywood (while still a teenager) and supported a younger brother. She retired from the screen in 1943 after getting married; I think that Buster Crabbe Western was her last film.

   In the late 60s or early 70s she developed a particularly virulent form of cancer that necessitated the removal of half her jaw and part of her tongue, disfiguring that once-beautiful face. She showed unusual grace and courage, in my view, by accepting an invitation to appear at a 1975 convention of Western movie fans in Nashville. Fortunately, her old fans — by now middle-aged men and women — showered her with affection during the convention, and she was moved to tears when an audience of several hundred gave her a standing ovation at the closing-night banquet.

   Although she found speaking difficult — the loss of part of her tongue made it hard for her to articulate many words — Iris graciously granted me an interview. She recalled with fondness her stint as Charles Starrett’s regular leading lady (they made 20 Westerns together) and her appearance as Nita Van Sloan in The Spider’s Web.

   Curiously, when I mentioned her third and final serial, 1940’s The Green Archer, Iris said, “I don’t like to discuss that film. Please don’t ask me about it.” I hastily changed the subject, but I’ve always wondered what happened on that set to make the shooting of Green Archer such an unpleasant memory for her.