by ... Walt Sheldon Mr. Maximilian Untz regarded the monsters with a critical eye. Script girls, cameramen, sometimes even stars quailed under Mr. Untz’s critical eye—but not these monsters. The first had a globelike head and several spidery legs. The second was willowy and long-clawed. The third was covered with hair. The prop department had outdone itself. Hollywood could handle just about anything—until Mildume’s machine brought in two real aliens. “Get Jimsy,” said Mr. Untz, snapping his fin