Sergeant Donald MacDuff C. Aubrey Smith as Colonel Williams Cesar Romero as Khoda Khan June Lang as Joyce Williams Michael Whalen as Lieutenant 'Coppy' Brandes Constance Collier as Mrs. Allardyce Douglas Scott as Mott Gavin Muir as Captain Bibberbeigh Willie Fung as Mohammet Dihn Brandon Hurst as Bagby Lionel Pape as Major Allardyce Clyde Cook as Pipe Major Sneath Lauri Beatty as Elsie Allardyce Lionel Braham as Maj. Gen. Hammond Mary Forbes as Mrs. MacMonachie Cyril McLaglen as Cpl. Tummel Pat Somerset as Officer Hector V. Sarno as Driver Harry Tenbrook as Soldier (uncredited) Production Until The Little Princess (1939), this was Shirley Temple's most expensive film. Production of Wee Willie Winkie had to be moved from the Fox studio lot to Chatsworth, California, owing to intense conflicts taking place between labor unions and Hollywood studios. During one standoff, a Fox studio messenger visiting the set nearly had a light dropped on his head after scolding a stagehand who complained about working conditions. During the shooting of the film, Temple's mother, Gertrude, was hospitalized for two weeks with an unspecified stomach ailment. Ford was notorious for his distaste of working with child stars, but he was drawn to this movie for its large budget and strong supporting cast, including Ford favorite Victor McLaglen. He was initially indifferent towards Temple, but his demeanor changed after the famous death scene of Sgt. MacDuff, as he was pleased with the restraint shown in her performance and impressed by her professionalism. Temple and Ford remained friends for many years after this movie was finished. Ford was later the godfather of Temple's oldest daughter. Shortly after completion of this film, an unknown gunman fired a shot at Temple and her mother as they were walking into their home with a group of other people. According to Temple, this was her favorite film: Of all my films I rate Wee Willie Winkie the best, but for all the wrong reasons. It was best because of its manual of arms, the noisy marching around in military garb with brass buttons, my kilts bouncing. It was best because of daredevil stunts with snipers and stampeding horses. It was also best because I finally seemed to earn the professional respect of someone so blood-and-thunder macho as Ford. Best of all, the watery-blue color of my portable dressing room had been repainted in regimental red. Reception Frank S. Nugent of