Before he was "The Man With No Name" and “Dirty Harry,” Clint Eastwood was more sunny than scowling — but those soft-guy roles never would have lasted. And happily, they didn't!

The San Francisco native got his start on the television series “Rawhide,” where he played the “cloddish” Rowdy Yates. The series didn't offer Clint the kind of part he'd become known for,  but it did get him noticed as a cowboy.

And then came “A Fistful of Dollars” (1964), directed by Sergio Leone. Suddenly there was the rugged, mysterious Clint we now know and love, with distinctive squint, clenched jaw, and blazing guns.

Over time, of course, in addition to all the cowboy and cop roles, Eastwood became one of the most respected directors of his generation.

But what was he like in the days leading up to the Clint Eastwood he became? The following photos offer a view of a young star in the making:  fresh-faced and strapping, yet so much more than a pin-up.

You’ll find plenty of “good,” maybe a little “bad,” but never any “ugly.” We’re just going to go ahead and make your day.

 Clint with shades, exhibiting a different kind of cool. The eyes are nowhere near narrowed.

Clint channels Martha Graham, a move that would make “Dirty” Harry Callahan curl his lip.

Boyish, as if he’s calling Mom. Does he even own a shirt?

I'd wager Mr. Eastwood would pay top dollar to make this pic go away.

Clint Eastwood always fights for the underdog.

How the West was won: by peering at it threateningly.

“I wonder whether I dropped my shirt in there. Well, at least I own one now.”

Look at that head of hair. You could buff the basketball court at Madison Square Garden with it.

Cool and continental. The beard adds something.

Now this comes closer to the trademark glare that made millions. Nice shirt.

Well, look who just rode into town…

Hair this good shouldn’t be a hanging offense.

Sure, we’ll give you a ride. We’re going anywhere you’re going.

The beginning of a long relationship with very big guns.

A strong director’s eye is one of Eastwood’s strongest suits.

Clint’s cherished West Coast sound is Gerry Mulligan’s saxophone — and crashing waves.

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