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DECEMBER 1918 35 “The people of the country who are working at high pressure to win the war need some form of recreation, and to a vast number of our people moving pictures are the only form of recreation within their means. The majority of the moving picture theatres of the country have placed themselves unreservedly at the disposal of the Govern- ment for the furtherance of Liberty Loans, War Savings, and other Government movements, and deserve the thanks of the country for their patriotic attitude.” McAdoo, Secretary the Treasury ( Signed) W G. of tyfie Crystal of Life of their foremost stars 7he motion picture is like the magician’s By the sheer vitality —by crystal. You gaze into it and you see life. their sheer beauty—by their sheer charm—often by their sheer lovableness their LIFE! Life alight with gaiety and purple with dreams, —by life astride the champing steed of adventure, life And nowhere else is there such directing as in careless of death. Paramount and Artcraft, such gorgeous presenta- tion, such superb understanding of the story’s By what test have Paramount and Artcraft to motion pictures emerged crowned monarchs in artistic atmosphere, such closeness life's rich- this art? est hues! well in are these motion By the test of the faithfulness and clearness In deed as as name ! rtcraft of their crystal-reflections of life! pictures Paramount A paramountand " jWoiian (pictures IN MEMORIAM AROLD PARRY QUICKSALL, first managing Quicksall an honor-place among the authorities of the editor of the Photo-Play World is dead, a world on drama and music before many years pass.” H victim of the deadly scourge of influenza, which True sincerity of purpose, as we who worked with swept the nation. That he, though only 27 years old, him know, was the underlying principle of Mr. Quick- should answer the “Taps” of life is unseemly, and his sall’s relentless fight for the public’s benefit. At times passing robs the great motion picture industry of a his comment upon things dramatic and musical were potent force for betterment. probably harsh, but it was only because he honestly Better, cleaner and more elevating moving pictures believed his opinions and possessed the unalterable has been the basic principle of Mr. Quicksall’s connec- courage of his convictions. tion with this thriving medium of entertainment and It was one of his pet desires to establish the “first education. qualifications His to judge the requisite line of defense” for the photoplay industry in the elements to gain his elevated goal, is attested by the studios, to offset the unconscious will to destruction of fact that the keenest stu- a probably well-meaning dents of the art of acting, sphere of bigoted persons both on the stage and with a legal right to censor screen, had admitted Mr. art. Quicksall to a place While fully in accord among the foremost critics with the spirit of censor- of the nation. ship laws and insisting His editorials, appear- upon a high standard ing in this magazine and with which to make photo- many times directed plays conform, still Mr. against the natural im- Quicksall fought continu- pulses of those in the ously against the ap- motion picture field more pointment of persons to sensationally inclined, the boards who had little were grounded upon a or no knowledge of the thorough knowledge of art they were passing his subject. This insight upon. to stage and screen work, It was his contention coupled with a fairmind- that persons, no matter edness seldom evidenced how well versed in litera- among present day critics, ture or how high a made him a wholesome position they held socially credit to his profession. or ecclesiastically, were Not alone did the photo- not qualified to censor play benefit by Mr. Quick- unless they also had an sall’s constant battle for intimate working knowl- elevating entertainment, edge of their subject. but everything with which Aside from his extensive he was associated felt this critical and editorial work, HAROLD PARRY QUICKSALL influence. Better music Mr. Quicksall was one of and literature were among the most active promoters his consistent demands. As dramatic and music critic of of the great Liberty Sing movement, which has, since the Philadelphia North American and as a contributor to its inception in Philadelphia, extended to every section the Christian Science Monitor, of Boston; the Outlook of the nation. and Book News Monthly, upon topics of his calling, While the Photo-Play World will miss an ability Quicksall always demanded the very highest product such as Mr. Quicksall’s, our personal grief at the of enlightened brains. loss of such an association is unbounded. of foremost One the dramatic writers and composers He was born at Bristol, Pa., June 23, 1891, and in this country opce said of Mr. Quicksall: was educated in the public schools of the Keystone “Quicksall, to my mind, though still in the develop- State and the University of Pennsylvania. He was ment stage, ranks among the most constructive critics a member of the Friars’ Club of New York, and of stagecraft and music in the United States. His keen the Sketch Club. He is survived by a widow, a vision and unusual insight to the art of acting, and his daughter, three years old; a mother and sister. remarkable knowledge of music composition, make him Mr. Quicksall was the son of the late Rev. Fred a most valuable asset to the world of art. I predict for Foster Quicksall. — The Editors THE PHOTO PLAY WORLD Paralta Helen Eddy DECEMBER, 1918 3 Mona Lisa THE PHOTO-PLAY WORLD 4 Triangle Olive Thomas DECEMBER, 1918 5 Vitagraph Agnes Ayres 6 THE PHOTO-PLAY WORLD Start the SUBSCRIBE New Year To A Good RIGHT Magazine TODAY The Photo -Play World The One By Which All Others Are Governed —FOUR MONTHS FOR A DOLLAR— Makes a Sensible Christmas Gift Gift subscriptions to The Photo-Play World We need not dwell upon the excellence of its begin with the January Number. 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DECEMBER, 1918 9 THE BELOVED IMPOSTOR By LILLIAN MAE KIPLING lOU’RE a mite of teasing, heart- angel, Aunt Jessie was probably the one after vowing to spend his life in the se- grabbing debutante!” upon whom this captivating little miss clusion of the jungles and shun all of the wk'j The words were addressed to centered her affections. That she should feminine sex, was evidence that he had not gj Warn Betty Thorndyke, an irresistible little was not surprising, for Aunt Jessie was the succeeded in completely living down the miss of eighteen summers who, it was true, embodiment of the finest in the south. God-given impulses of man—although he only two weeks previous had made her Sweet, gentle, charming and well-bred, thought he had. premiere into the staid society set of Aunt Jessie never appeared in better Dick still felt the pain of a heart-wound Virginia, in a little exclusive town not far form than when she sat on the spacious inflicted by a woman whom he could from Richmond. veranda of her stately home, as the new neither forgive nor forget; but here he was, It was Hugh Gordon who gave vent to arrivals found her, with her knitting, fancy back in civilization, ostensibly to visit this unusual outburst, and the fact that cap and ‘kerchief. Betty’s choice reference Aunt Jessie. At least he told himself so, Hugh was the third man to propose to the to her dear old aunt was that she epitomized for he had not seen her in years. much-amoured Betty within a week the life of the past and love of the present. Dick was a handsome man; tall, strong and the third to be rejected—had a direct It seemed applicable. and possessing the facial features that bearing upon his state of mind. Betty interrupted the shower of respects imply character. For this reason his But Hugh was dislike for women of the persevering and utter coolness sort, and the fact toward them was that the two were the more notice- seated on the able. quaint old garden As Dick was settee, with the waiting for a taxi, wonderful sur- George Trumbell roundings of the and Jack Pierce, old Edwards’ man- old-time acquaint- sion for atmos- ances, on their way phere—which, in to catch an out- the spring of the going train, strode year, of all times, in front of him, al- was not to be de- most bumping into nied its influence his numerous bags. spurred him on Dick 'sheart leaped hopefully. Betty He greeted the strategically had men warmly. He handicapped the could do this and wooing Hugh, by still maintain his keeping his hands vow, but the nervously occupied women— . It was holding apart a the first time he skein of yarn,which had been put to a she was winding test since leaving into a huge ball. the United States But what is a for the wilderness. skein of yarn to a He braced himself, throbbing heart, bowed courteously, soliloquized Hugh, although rather and he clasped her stiffly to the ladies Hugh was the third to propose to Betty within a week. hands, yarn ball and, bidding a and all, in his, en- hasty adieu, tangled as they were, and pleaded once upon Aunt Jessie when she breathlessly stepped into the taxi, which had just rolled more: appeared upon the scene to receive, up to the curb, He was satisfied with ‘‘Betty, you must be my wife!” rather hilariously, her first house-party himself. “I can’t say ‘yes’ to you and ‘no’ to all guests. Hugh, with most of her yarn Dick drove to the nearest telegraph office the rest— I love you all equally,” Betty dragging in the gravel of the roadway, and wired to Aunt Jessie: argued, rather logically, and to break the trailed, like the attentive suitor he was. “Back in civilization.” * * * tension that followed she scolded him for the * * * , snarl he had gotten into her skein of yarn. Dick Mentor, woman-hater of the most Betty’s first house-party was in full Hugh was blue and inclined to beg his profound type, was related distantly, in swing that afternoon. Hugh, Gertrude cause, when the old family carry-all the line of cousin, to Aunt Jessie. That Fisher, a girl chum of Betty’s, and others appeared, coming up the front drive of the he should alight from a train at Richmond, of what was a happy, laughing congrega- beautiful estate, disgorging a bevy of tion, were gathered around their adorable laughing, skylarking young men and wo- Aunt Jessie on the veranda of the Edwards' men, and saved the situation. mansion, when a messenger boy, lazily Betty leaped from her seat, dropped the drawling a cigarette, entered the gate on a tangled yarn into Hugh’s lap to be un- THE CAST bicycle. snarled, crying, “Oh! there’s the rest of my “Telegram for Mrs. Edwards,” he an- house party,” and she started toward the Written from the Vitagraph Photoplay nounced, dismounting. new comers. It was Betty’s first week-end Betty took the message, incidentally Betty Gladys Leslie entertainment, which probably added to confiscating the cigarette. This was done Dick Mentor Huntley Gordon her apparent delight and surprise. so abruptly that it actually aroused this Hugh Denton Vane The party reached the front veranda disciple of Deadwood Dick and the Dime Aunt Jessie Mrs. Hurley of the house before Betty, and immediately Library. Mammy Frances M. Grant showered their greetings upon Mrs. Jessie A look of mild surprise came over the Gertrude Gwen Williams Edwards, mistress of the Edwards’ house- face of Aunt Jessie, as she read the telegram, hold, and better known as Aunt Jessie which Betty had handed her, in the midst to all. Aside from being Betty’s guardian of her admonition to the messenger boy. 10 THE PHOTO-PLAY WORLD hesitancy as she Betty, as she disappeared through the thought that, if doorway and mounted the stairs. she must lose The inquisitive crowd was not to be Betty, it could denied and they followed, but Betty just be to no finer slammed the door of her boudior in time man than Dick. to prevent them from taking the place by Her opposition storm. faded, and the Persistency was the middle name of girls thereupon Hugh and his co-inquisitors, and they bombard ed remained at the door until Betty finally Betty with a appeared. Mammy, an old darky, who fusilade of had nursed Betty since childhood, and queries as to just who was her sole confidant, was seen to how she was carefully draw a coverlet over a pile of going to accom- somethings on the divan, while she chuckled plish this un- gleefully to herself. usual undertak- Mammy suspected the young folks ing. would rush to the door, and had cautiously Betty as- moved toward the opening. She was sumed a mis- just in time to place her bulwark-like chievous air and form in the way of Hugh, almost flooring addressed her him, as Betty deftly closed the door, ad- quizzers with: mitting Mammy first, and turned the key “I shan’t tell my in the lock. plan, but I guess That evening Aunt Jessie had all she I will win—in could do to keep Betty’s secret from the my own way.” curious ones. Dick was expected within * * * the hour, which emphasized the tension. That there When four of the colored servants, who were mysterious had been admitted to the secret, came down “doings” around the stairs giggling, it only tended to make the Edwards’ matters worse. mansion that Attracted by footsteps at the top of the afternoon was stairs, all eyes turned in that direction. not unusual, in Slowly, a child of twelve years in manner, view of the and dressed like a lovable youngster, with events that a copy of “Little Lord Fauntleroy” under transpired pre- her arm, descended. A look of surprise viously. Aunt came to the faces of all—it was Betty. Jessie had tele- So this was the scheme by which she graphed Dick to hoped to win the heart of this woman- come out from hater, Dick. The thought and its extreme the city and, possibilities flashed through the minds of Dick found himself attracted by this child, and her impish ways. although he was the group and they looked at each other, inclined to each curious as to the outcome and covering whimsical smile. “My distant cousin, Dick Mentor, is back renege at the thought of a house-party their thoughts with a in the city,” she said eventually, when she with women, he accepted, rather than Gertrude suddenly broke the silence by had recovered her poise. hurt the feelings of the old lady he loved turning to Hugh with: kiss The announcement meant little to those so dearly. “A thoroughbred horse against a present, because Dick, to them, was a Entrenched behind a heap of bundles that Betty can’t win Dick? Better buy stranger. Even Betty did not indicate that she could barely peep over, Betty your horse, Hugh.” much excitement, although she did break rolled up to the house in her car, ac- Hugh laughed, while Aunt Jessie crooked the silence by asking: companied by a woman and her chauffeur. her finger at Betty, beckoning to her “Is he nice? Can’t we have him out?” 1 1 was evident “I doubt if he would come if he knew that she had been there were to be women,” Aunt Jessie shopping. Alight- - replied, after some hesitancy, smiling at ing, Betty d i Betty. Her thoughts interrupted her rected the woman speech and the old lady grew serious, to have the apparently thinking of Dick’s past. bundles taken up “Woof, woof; he must be a wooly old to her room, while bear,” suddenly burst out Betty, as she she stopped to assumed a funny little attitude, at the same greet her aunt time throwing her arms tenderly around and her guests, her aunt’s neck, to allay her apparent who were assem- mental stress. bled on the ver- Hugh was visibly aroused by Betty's anda. cynical outburst. Hugh and Ger- “See here, Betty,” he finally blurted out, trude were prob- “I’ll wager the best thoroughbred horse ably more curious in Virginia against a—er—kiss that YOU than the rest, but couldn’t win the heart of Dick Mentor, it was evident although you’d lose your own.” that they were all This was a challenge that no woman anxious to know could let go unaccepted and maintain a the contents of semblance of her self-respect, so that no their hostess’ nu- sooner had the real significance of the dare merous bundles. settled in Betty’s mind, than she replied An inquiry from with a sudden “Done!” Hugh on the sub- Although Aunt Jessie rebelled at the ject only brought idea, she revealed just a little touch of a little mock from Betty poured out her plight to Aunt Jessie and sought advice. DECEMBER, 1918 11 much after the fashion that one would a I am certain that the slipper would have with Cinderella, but I don’t want to keep child. She had a yearning and a hope that fitted your little foot.” her up beyond her bed time.” this child might accomplish what a woman Betty looked down at her foot with an Betty nodded and had a little private might not—win and soothe the heart of air of confusion that made Hugh have to laugh, as she turned to go into the house Dick. But she suddenly grew stern at the turn away to conceal a betraying grin. with him. The dance had stopped, and thought of the ruse as she commanded, Then she looked into Dick’s face with such Dick turned to Aunt Jessie, asking if it halfheartedly: “Betty! Go up at once and audacious coquetry that he was surprised, was not yet Betty’s bedtime. The old put on a proper dress.” and answered, rather cutely: lady looked helpless, but Betty saved the Betty drew closer to her aunt, with the “Who knows but that you may be the situation by holding up ten fingers over winning approach of a child that was prince, after all.” Dick’s shoulder. Others in the party, who amazing. Putting her arm around the old “Coquetry is born in them even at HER had observed the by-play, could hardly lady’s neck she said, appealingly: tender age,” Dick remarked, as he turned restrain their laughter. “If this terrible woman-hater saw me to Aunt Jessie with a hearty laugh. Assured that his child acquaintance ‘growed up’ he’d run. Please—give me a Betty pretended to be hurt by Dick’s could remain up a few minutes longer, chance to win—as a child.” remark, and sat down abruptly, delving Dick asked that the victrola be started Aunt Jessie hesitated, but finally gave into her book. Hugh helped the game once more. Although a splendid dancer, in. It was just in time. Dick’s motor had along, even at a risk of losing his horse, Betty did everything to make life tempo- rolled up to the house and he was alighting. when he grabbed Betty by the hand and rarily miserable for her partner, as they Aunt Jessie advanced to the door to greet led her to the center of the room with the started to trip what was far from a him, while Betty, with a swift admonition others, to indulge in a rather spirited spasm “light” fantastic. They struggled through to the laughing the experience and party, moved over Dick, although he to the corner of the tried hard to look great hallway, seat- pleased, made rather ing herself by the a failure of it, be- big fireplace and be- cause Betty cer- coming deeply ab- tainly had spent sorbed in her book. more time on his feet Dick, with his than on the floor. usual cordiality They ended the greeted the men of dance by the stair- the party, upon way, and turning to being introduced by the grandfather Aunt Jessie, toward clock in the corner, whom he showed Betty assumed a the greatest affec- look of dismay and tion. Toward the pouted childishly, as women he was un- she observed and usually stiff and indicated to Dick formal. In fact, his that it was ten manner was such as o’clock. to make Gertrude Betty was just wince and Hugh about to mount the smile slightly, as he stairs, after waving thought of his wager a good night to the with Betty. party, when Dick Betty, buried in stopped her. her book, did not “Isn’t there to be look up during the a good-night kiss,” formalities of intro- he said. “I’m sort duction, although of a cousin, you her eyes were cov- know.” Betty ertly studying the Betty chose between two corsage bouquets—she wanted to look her prettiest. pouted her lips and new comer. A look took the kiss, in of approval flashed over her face, as if to of “ring around a rosy.” Dick watched spite of some wild gesticulations Hugh was imply “a foeman worthy of steel.” with growing interest the spirit with which making from the other side of the hall. Dick had not noticed the demure little this child entered her play. Someone Betty stopped, sulking at the head of the child in the corner up to this time. If he started the victrola, and dancing took the stairs, regretful that she should have to had, he might have detected an inclination first order of things. Dick, with a look curtail her evening’s fun, when Mammy on this child’s part to step out of her of distaste at the dancing group, picked grabbed her arm, as one would a child, character, as she contemplated some of the up Betty’s book and urged her to go out on and dragonlike, led her into her boudoir. complications her ruse might entail. Betty’s the veranda. With a rather' impish little It was the end of a perfect day. * * * courage was beginning to fail her, but a laugh, she consented. defiant look from Hugh settled the question. Betty was apparently pleased, and it A week passed only to bring another She would go through with it. was hard for her to conceal an undercur- week-end party. In the meantime Dick, Dick had been so engrossed in his at- rent of real admiration for this big, strong who had consented to remain as the guest tentions to Aunt Jessie since his introduc- chap. Aunt Jessie watched them, as of Aunt Jessie, was developing his fondness tion to the rest of the party, that only an Betty seated herself in a big summer chair for this child Betty. The big heart of the accidental glance in Betty’s direction re- on the veranda and Dick on the arm, both man was finding a soothing influence in vealed the child in their midst, who was showing an affected interest in the book. the first feminine association in years. then deeply interested in her reading. The old lady was visibly pleased at the Betty, playing the twelve-year-old girl “Am I not to meet little Cinderella,” impression Betty was making upon the to a point of perfection, had held Dick’s Dick asked, turning to Aunt Jessie. woman-hater. continuous attention in her childish whims. Aunt Jessie, though a little nervous, It was apparent that, although Dick This bright morning found her snooping managed to nod an assent, while the others was treating this new acquaintance as a around the garage with him, of course, watched with delight. child, his interest was increasing. They mournfully proclaiming to her companion Betty rather bashfully arose, as she was talked of school, toys and everything in that “everybody was too busy to teach presented to the new comer, making a the curriculum of a twelve-year-old girl, her to drive.” The chauffeur, who was prim curtsey. Dick bowed graciously, until suddenly realizing that it was getting tinkering with the carburetor and had his saying: “I am not the prince, but may I late, Dick glanced at his watch. head down in the hood of the machine, pay homage to little Cinderella? Indeed, “Let’s go in,” he said; “I’d like a dance bit a generous piece out of his tongue, —, THE PHOTO- PLAY WORLD 12 story of how his wife had when he jerked his head back, startled at her into the bungalow, after she had finished the the pleadings of this man, and the remark. Betty, in reality, was un- stopped to pluck a rose. yielded to helpless infant to face the usually adept at the wheel. The living room showed that it had been left him with a Dick agreed to teach her to run the car untouched for some time. As they entered, world alone. life he had given and no sooner said than done, they were Betty remarked about its cozy arrange- “God claimed the little “and by and by proceeding cautiously down the roadway ment. Dick sat on the couch, his expression us,” he concluded slowly, gone, passed away, de- outside the Edwards’ estate in less time growing more serious as he looked around. the wife who was old serted, in poverty.” than it takes to say it. Betty purposely To him it was like the opening of an shoulders shook with aimed the car at a tree and Dick dutifully sore and yet not, for as Betty observed He paused and his Betty put her face close to grabbed the wheel, just in time to avert his mental anguish, she crept over beside a great sob. the tears slipped down her cheeks. a disaster. him and placed a hand on his arm, in gentle his and for an instant, then Dick, The car was brought to a halt and they sympathy, as a child who knows that Thus they sat the sympathy of this child, and sat there, man and child, gazing at each there was something amiss, but who cannot feeling seeing her move her face upward so that other. Between them, it was apparent, grasp the depth of its meaning. Dick yielded to his impulse and there was ripening a sweet intimacy, which drew her down beside him on the couch. it was near his, — his lips to hers. this woman-hater allowed himself to foster “Little woman ” he started slowly, “it pressed of an instant the two ceased merely because Betty was, as he thought, was here that I knew my greatest happiness In the flash to consider the relation of child and man, a little girl of fascinating ways. and my deepest sorrow.” Betty’s mas- their great love and its need found A wood in its attractive spring regalia querade could not hide her feelings, as and their eyes. Dick took her was invitingly present at the right, and she instinctively drew closer to him. She expression in their caress was that of soon Dick and Betty were tramping through placed a hand on his, folded in his lap, in his arms and man and woman, it, hand in hand, loving — passionate. neither really con- Of a sudden Dick scious of the love realized that he had that was developing given the caress of between them. love, and Betty had That night faith- responded as to the ful Mammy, observ- man of her choice. ing the affection of He broke away, Betty for Dick, ap- shocked at himself, proached her as she surprised, humili- was preparing for ated at his display of bed. “Lamb,” she emotions. He arose and his head bowed started, rather hesi- , turned away. Betty tatingly, as though sat as if in a stupor, she believed she was her lips tigh tly taking too much locked and a look of liberty with her little yearning on her face. mistress, “you all Suddenly Betty better take off them arose, and resuming, childist garments, as if by compulsion ‘caus de woman part her childish attitude, of you shore done she started toward fell smack in love.” the door. Dick Betty was startled strode beside her and by the observation. they left the lodge. “In love! Oh, Mam- The trip home was my, I dare not; I comment on musn’t be!” she without either, almost shrieked, the part of but both were think- although she real- ing. There was ized all too well the Dick looked at her with a mingled expression of contempt and love. almost restraint the state- truth of between them as ment. -^. I it into a firm clasp, with a they alighted when they reached home, The next day found Betty and Dick and he drew child will understand that Dick going to his room and Betty seeking planning another automobile ride, and the feeling that this will be the stronger for telling her of refuge with her Aunt Jessie, who was balance of the party, not excluding Hugh, he his past. sewing in the living room. were content to let them alone. Betty,” Betty dropped to her knees by the side As they reached the car, Betty made a “When you are a big woman, started, your Prince Charming of the old lady, and poured out her woe move to get into the driver’s seat, but he “and places his heart at your and mortification. “Oh, to think that I Dick stopped her. “I’ll drive,” he said. comes along and gift unless you can have wagered to trap, through a living to take you to my lodge in the feet, do not accept his “I want she hold it sacred for all time. lie, the heart of the man I —love!” forest. I haven’t been there for—for a on the sobbed. good many years.” Betty noted a cloud “My little princess broke me of —” he faltered, and then, Her aunt was nonplussed and Betty of sadness come over Dick’s face and, wheel fortune continued. sat wrapped in doleful consideration of without making any further comment, with a quisical look at Betty, She was a singer the wreck she had made of her life. she dutifully got in beside him and they “We were truly happy. Jessie of ability. I loved her dearly and she me, “Why don’t you tell him?” Aunt drove off. singer, used to the finally asked. “Dick will understand Dick’s lodge in the forest was a beautiful I thought. But a plaudits of thousands, soon wearies of if YOU go to him.” little spot, well kept by a couple of old came. “Oh, I couldn’t do that,” Betty answered, attendants, who were constantly on the Arcadia, and by and by the Ogre exhilarate half hysterically, “he would HATE me.” ground. Flowers adorned the place and the “Our baby came, first to Aunt Jessie could not say much, and shrubbery was arranged artistically. It the love between us and later to make this long after deciding it is best for her to think it over, was as an oasis of rare artificial taste in tragedy more tragic. Not himself an operatic left Betty with her thoughts. the vast natural beauty of the wood. a man, who claimed Dick, in the meantime, had come down Betty could not help but notice the look impressario, came into our lives. He world and the place stairs and gone into the garden for a stroll, of sadness which came over her companion’s pictured to her the her. She believed him to collect his thoughts. Hugh came upon face, as he alighted from the car in front in it that awaited — hesitated. him accidentally. The restrained brooding of the lodge. He took her gently by the and ” he again voice he finally in Dick’s eye was enough to inform Hugh hand, dismissing the attendants, and led With an unsteady ” : — ” : 13 DECEMBER, 1918 the “You did not think of the pain you would that he had lost a perfectly good thorough- inspection of the blanket revealed he charged. “Am I to consider bred horse, and he thereupon made the inscription cause ME,” TO BETTY you now?” decision to get it. This little mental ordered the old woman caretaker process was what was responsible for For winning her bet Dick to prepare a “wedding supper,” and Hugh’s air of mysticism a few moments and surveyed the job as she proceeded. It later, when he jumped into his runabout DICK MENTOR very elaborate, he mused, but, at the garage and cast back a merry wasn’t the circumstances, it would have chuckle at Gertrude and some of the guests, Dick came down the steps at this mo- under Betty watched, too, in suspense. who had casually questioned him as to his ment and, seeing the horse, stopped, staring to do. of the old man and the destination. at the peculiar spectacle of an animal in The arrival Spotting the blanket, minister interrupted their mental pictures Betty was still sitting in the living room the dining room. conflicting future, and Dick arose when Dick entered the house a few moments he walked over and petted the horse, at the of a the inscription. to greet the clergyman. Betty, then later. What was foremost in her mind was same time reading she realizing what her punishment was to be evident, because the expression on her Betty, coming down, stopped as the horse, an expression and, her fear gone, stepped toward the face could not conceal it. Mentor ap- saw Dick looking at her face. group. Dick directed that the ceremony proached her with an air of determination of dismay and terror coming over could proceed, and was somewhat sur- and, seating himself beside her, took her The guests were laughing and jollying Betty’s readiness to go ahead hand. her, but, paying no attention to them, prised at Dick. with it. The caretakers were brought into “Little woman,” Dick began gently, she walked straight up to Dick turned toward her, and observed action as witnesses. as, it seemed, he always started his remarks from child to woman. With the ceremony finished—it was to this child-woman, “some day you will the metamorphosis looked from her to the horse, and a surprising how smoothly the event trans- be a big woman, and then I am coming He expression came over his face. Her pired—Dick paid the minister and dis- back—as the Prince—to ask Cinderella’s queer quivering, Betty began to ^explain, missed the attendants. Then he turned hand in marriage.” lips her love. to Betty and there was an instant of tension Betty looked at him. There was a great fighting for led the horse out to the edge of as they faced each other. surge of happiness in her heart, as she was Hugh the veranda, and Dick and Betty followed “Come, we shall eat,” Dick said, in a convinced for the first time that he DID almost automatically. tone that bordered on a command, and love her. Dick broke her train of happy “Dick,” Betty pleaded, “I started this Betty, obeying dutifully, demurely seated thought with sort of an apologetic ex- playful wager and never realized herself at the table, Dick taking the seat planation. “You cannot understand just as a what it might lead to. I have lost— I have opposite her. now all that that means— I do not wish must hate Filling the wine glasses, and holding plight troth lost my heart—to you. You or ask to bind. But— I my — for it I know ” she stopped. his aloft, he repeated a grim toast: “To to you forever— me — Dick’s face was slowly becoming severe, Betty, the incorrigible, who shall be broken He bent over her, and as he did so, while Betty looked at him pleadingly. on the wheel as she has broken me—and to Betty tried to get up her courage to the “So,” he finally almost shouted, glaring our one-night honeymoon.” The sudden point of telling him the truth. Each at her, “the most sacred sanctuary of a realization of what Dick meant to do attempt failed her, yet she lifted Dick’s man’s heart has been trampled—for the caused Betty to stare questioningly. She head and gave him her lips, in what he took amusement of your kind—for a wager.” jumped up and ran around the table, as a childish acceptance of some rite not Betty cringed under his words, helpless, her bending close to him. fully comprehended, though intuitively eyes pleading for mercy, at the same time “You don’t mean that—you—are going sensed as very solemn. He released her thrilling him with the love against which his to leave me?” she questioned, in a frightened from an embrace into which they had heart was closed. Very slowly he finished tone. fallen and, of a sudden, wild with fear “You have collected your wager. Still, A half austere expression came over Dick’s lest she break down before him, Betty “I there is another debt to be paid—and I face. “Tomorrow,” he started slowly, go rushed away. Dick looked after her, am to collect it.” Betty stared appre- back—to the jungle—and its bitter solace.” fearful lest he had startled, frightened, hensively. Suddenly Dick picked her up Betty stood up staring vaguely. A the child, but he did not follow her. bodily and threw her astride the horse, feeling of anguish and fear grew upon her. rushed up the stairs and into her Betty leaping on behind and spurring the animal He was going to leave her—this man that boudoir, sinking down in a chair, her bosom on out of the gate and up the road, while she had come to love more than her life. heaving and her eyes alternately happy and the startled guests looked at each other So THIS was to be her punishment. dim, as she vibrated between the joy at in consternation. As she thought, she surveyed Dick, winning and the terror of losing the wonder- Hugh was the first to collect his thoughts who was struggling inwardly against his ful love that was, for the moment, her and, rushing to the garage, he obtained a car, real feelings. Her arm stole around his treasure. returning to the house for Aunt Jessie and neck. He was up in a flash and caught Suddenly she jumped to her feet. “I’m Gertrude. He was going to follow them to her to him, but his face hardened and, going to grow up, Mammy—get out my prevent any harm coming to Betty. turning, he pushed her away. “Go,” her prettiest frock.” Mammy stared at Dick with Betty, had galloped in the he commanded, “you are only a child after then, realizing that she — little mistress and direction of his lodge and Hugh took up the all ” and he fell limply into the chair, in a very tense situation, obeyed. was trail, but became confused at a crossroad a burying his face in his hands. In the meantime Dick had gone to his mile beyond. Dick had outdistanced the Betty stood for a moment and then dinner. of the room to dress for Others pursuers and it wasnot until they came upon walked toward the door, paused, opened it, guests, sensing something in the air, had a farmer, who indicated the direction he and slammed it, without going out. Dick, also dressed, and were assembled in the had gone, that they were set right. believing she was gone, buried his head in his room adjoining the dining room. Reaching the lodge, Dick took Betty in, arms and great sobs shook his strong form. Betty was impatient. “Hurry, oh, and she sank into a chair, bewildered at Betty, seeing this, crept back and placed hurry,” she pleaded with Mammy. “I it all, and terrified at what his wrath might her arm around his neck, as she whispered must talk to Dick before the others get cause him to do. Mentor went out of the “It is true that I have made a horrible down.” But Mammy, in her eagerness, house, calling to one of his two caretakers, wager—but don’t you see? Won’t you only muddled things. Finally dressed, she whom he found in the rear, tending to a understand—that in trying to punish hesitated in the selection of one of two flower bed. me you have done the thing— I have longed corsage bouquets; was surveyed by Mam- “Bring me a clergyman—at once,” for—ever since— I knew my, rather admiringly, and left the room, he commanded. The old man moved away Dick turned slowly and observed her as bracing herself for subsequent events. hurriedly, as Dick paced up and down in she stood, trembling with love and dread Aunt Jessie had joined the guests and deep thought outside the cottage. lest he again put her from him. Leaping all had entered the dining room. A commo- Entering the house again, he found up, he caught her in his arms again. tion at the French window attracted their Betty, apparently in terror. As he ap- Just at that moment the door opened and attention, and they were startled to see proached she turned to him, in shame and Aunt Jessie’s face appeared. What she Hugh enter, leading a beautiful full-blooded sorrowful. “Please forgive me for my saw caused her to smile, as she turned to horse, bedecked with garlands of flowers, masquerade,” she pleaded, but he inter- others of the searching party. Then she and with a blanket over its saddle. A closer rupted her. closed the door. 14 THE PHOTO-PLAY WORLD He Loved Too Early and Not Wisely. The Poets Show the Course of Ro- mance in the Artcraft Picture “He has his lusty Spring, when fancy clear Takes in all beauty with an easy span.” — Keats. “He has his Summer, when luxuriously Spring’s honeyed cud of youthful thought he loves.” —Keats. "A time is now coming when Love must be gone.” —Walter Savage Landor. “I loved thee once; I’ll love no more— Thine be the grief as is the blame ; Thou art not as thou wast before. What reason I should be the same ?” —Robert Ayton. DECEMBER, 1918 15 MMBSH — — , THE PHOTO-PLAY WORLD 16 A LADY'S NAME By CYRIL HARCOURT apartment. “Anyhow, I’ve advertised for a husband,” H, dear,” sighed Mabel Vere to her to invite strange men to the are, or what announced Mabel, cooly. Gerald looked friend, Maud Bray. “It’s no use; How do you know what they for O they will try to do?” nonplussed. He turned to Maud an I can’t get even the first suggestion that up to the pres- explanation. That lady shook her head SeS of an idea for a new book.” Mabel had to admit Mabel came to the rescue by the odds?” yawned Maud. ent her plan seemed scarcely a success. hopelessly. “What’s that I to know,” Maud de- showing the “ad.” Gerald confessed “Keep cool, and perhaps the ideas will “What want you or are you not he had seen it before. At the club there come. Read some suffragist literature, manded, “is this: Are Gerald Wantage?” had been some betting on it. She would there’s a ducky; you may find an inspira- in love with Mabel would not answer directly. “When doubtless receive some replies. But he tion in it, after all.” for ages it didn’t like it, all the same. “Suffragist literature, with Gerald Want- you’ve been engaged to a man reason that you think something Mabel accused him of having answered age for a fiance,” scoffed Mabel. “Why stands to she vouchsafed. At which Maud the advertisement himself. But he denied on earth couldn’t I marry a rich man, of him,” at that moment Gerald such a thing. Maud decided that it was instead of one who hasn t a dollar to merely sniffed, and himself was announced. time for her to leave, and after her going his name? I know,” jumping up with a greeting left something to be Gerald made no secret of what he thought bounce. “I’ll advertise for a husband! Mabel’s desired. Gerald’s attitude was one of dis- of Mabel’s behavior. Who knows, I may find a rich one, and contentment. He proffered the informa- “It was a cheap thing to do,” he main- anyhow, I’ll get hold of some new types for that money was tight. tained. a book at least. I must write a book tion “but I have to “It always is—with you,” Mabel sneered. “It was,” she admitted, I need the money.” make a living, and to make a “And what, pray, will Ger- living I have to write books. ald say when you advertise If you had any sense of humor for a husband?” Maud wished you wouldn’t take it this way. to know. Also, I need diversion and cer- “Gerry’s a pig,” announced tainly you don’t provide it.” Mabel calmly. “If he doesn’t “I can’t and you know it,” like it, he can do the other he retorted. “It’s notmy fault thing.” that I’m poor. Perhaps you ’re Thereupon she sat down tired of waiting for me,” he and wrote an advertisement ended, lamely. for a husband, and phoned But Mabel denied this. Only several papers to have it she wanted him to take her published for the following out she needed a good time. morning. ; “Let’s go somewhere and “Now for the applicants,” dance-dance till we’re tired she gleefully reminded Miss to death,” she proposed. Bray the next day. “Will Gerald, however, could not you wait with me, or shall I see the use of that. It would receive them alone?” she in- cost too much. He prepared quired, mischievously. to leave, but not before he had “You can have them all coaxed her not to answer any to yourself,” her friend as- letters from applicants. He sured her; “that is, if there’s made such a point of this that any man foolish enough to in sheer self-defence she prom- come.” ised him. Then she dutifully Mabel smiled, the superior gave him her cheek to kiss. smile of the pretty woman. ust as Gerald left the room And just then the doorbell J Then she dutifully gave him her cheek to kiss. another applicant arrived. Maud fled precipitately. rang. The two men glared at each The young man who entered like the other, and then the newcomer introduced on the heels of the trim little maid was a It was evident that Gerald didn’t himself as Adams. He was a butler, he said, quite ordinary person. He stated that he remark. somebody and he wanted a wife with a bit of money, so was a New Zealander; he had come in “All you^,think of is getting declared. that he could set up an apartment house of to an advertisement which he found to give you things,” he answer himself highly; “And all you think of is making money,” his own. He recommended in the paper; was this the young woman — be a real he was very clean “a bath every Saturday who wanted a husband? snapped Mabel. “Why can’t you night, mam, and three fresh shirts a week.” Mabel questioned him, but found his man ? Swear a little, do something wicked Mabel was delighted. Here was a real answers unsatisfactory. He wanted to I’d like you better, I can tell you that.” wouldn't type. She determined to lead him on, and know how old she was; could she cook; Gerald was shocked. He so made an engagement to take tea with was she poor or rich, and so on. Mabel swear—not for any woman. him the next afternoon. His master would began to grow impatient. Who was he, to be out and he and the cook would entertain ask all these questions? After all, he was her. Adams took his departure, highly very commonplace; there was not a scrap satisfied. of “copy” in him. THE CAST “He’s rich!” shouted Mabel to Maud, and “Look here,” he said finally. “I think Written from the Select Photoplay gave a very creditable imitation of Sholto’s you’re stringing me. What do you mean, manner. “Sholto,” she choked. “Oh.is’ntit now, really?” Mabel Vere Constance Talmadge Ford ‘Baptized regular.’ Oh, dear; oh, dear!” His manner was distinctly unpleasant. Noel Corcoran Harrison rich? to Gerald Wantage. . . .Emory Johnson But once again the maid appeared Mabel began to wonder if this was a good Maud Bray Vera Doria an applicant, and into the room after all. She called announce way to meet types, Flood James Farley to came a tall, athletic-looking man, a man for Maud to come in, and asked Maud Adams Fred Huntley of means undoubtedly. get rid of this bullying person. Maud Bird John Steppling His name was Noel Corcoran. He had minced no words, and having met his Bentley Truman Van Dyke made a bet that she would answer his match the New Zealander took his de- Emily Zazu Pitts Lillian Leighton letter. Mabel took to him at once; he parture discomfited. Mrs. Haines Margaret EmmaGerdes was a gentleman and interesting. “You see what comes of these crazy “You had no intention of marriage?” ideas of yours,” Maud told her when the she said to him. visitor had gone. “I think you’re ridiculous ; ” — DECEMBER, 1918 17 ready. Then Adams “I’ll telephone them to come another was called away. In time,” he said. “You and I’ll go out and the presence of his have dinner together.” master he looked a “But,” began Mabel trifle guilty. “Never mind the but,” interrupted “What’s wrong?” Noel. “You’ve spoiled my dinner at home; Noel demanded. you’ll have to keep me company when I go “Well, sir, you out for it.” see, sir, we was hav- After all, Mabel liked the idea. This ing our tea. We young man had good sense. didn’t expect you, To the mystification of the servants, sir.andcook’staken a taxi was called, and the master and the strange young lady drove away together. ill, sir. There’s—a young lady, sir “You see,” sniffed Cook, “she’s not Adams paused. respectable. You’ve been taken in, Adams; “We hope the din- you shouldn’t have been unfaithful to me.” ner’ll be all right, Adams hung his head. He was per- sir.” plexed, and Cook was right, he was afraid. “Look here, ’’said He hoped that he wasn’t going to lose Cook, Noel, “what’s the too. mystery? Where’s Mabel enjoyed her dinner. She had theyoungwoman ?’ ’ made up her mind to answer some of the punish “In the kitchen, letters that came. She would Gerald properly, make him lose his sir.” Adams ad- and mitted, respect- bet. How had he dared? very night some of the letters came, fully. That His name was Adams, he said she answered two of them, inviting So Noel betook and the writers to call. They came promptly, “Not when I made up my mind to come, himself to the kitchen. “Hello!” he cried, and she had a lovely time making game of no,” he answered. So Mabel retorted that at the sight of Mabel. “What’s this mean?” them. But they were both harmless men, neither did she intend marriage. She Mabel laughed. and her clever persuasions succeeded in was merely collecting types. That struck “Sh,” she whispered. “Don’t let Adams getting from one of them a generous check him funny, and they began to get on to- hear,” and she made as rapid and clear for her pet charity; while the other very gether immensely. In the end she con- an explanation as she could. solicitously begged that he might bring fessed to her engagement, at which he was Noel laughed long and heartily. his wife to call. Just as they left, who somewhat chagrined. “You're game,” he said. "Come on, should appear but Gerald. Neither man However, that need not interfere with I’ll help you with the dinner.” even spoke to him. her regarding him as a heartbroken suitor. That was the end of the dinner. Noel Gerald was angry. Mabel had caused He would commit suicide, he declared. was more interested in the advertisement him to lose money. better marry a man with a sense of and its results. She had ’ broke your promise, ’ he accused her. humor. “There’s a man at the club,” he told “You “Of course,” she returned pertly. “How After Noel had gone, Mabel discovered Mabel, “who always bets on a certainty. dare you bet on a certainty that depended that he was the employer of Adams. He laid bets all over the place that nothing on promise?” “What fun,” she said to Maud. “I shall anyone can write will induce the girl of my deny, but could not. have tea tomorrow with his butler.” the ‘ad’ to answer the letters. You can Gerald wanted to took refuge in reproaches. True to her word, she was at Corcoran’s depend on it, you’re going to get some He cried. “You can house on the minute the following after- letters.” “It’s all over,” Mabel — noon. Adams was very correct in his “Who was this man?” inquired Mabel, take back your ring. Only ” she sighed, manner, and introduced the cook and the her doubts of Wantage aroused. “I wish we might part friends.” parlor maid. They sat down to tea, and “Oh, a fellow who comes around a good But Gerald was too angry to heed. He Mabel began to have the time of her life. deal,” Noel evaded. took the ring and his hat and went. But suddenly the telephone bell rang, and “Gerald Wantage, I bet,” said Mabel. “Now I’ve done it,” Mabel moaned to then over the wire came the message that “No.” Noel lied like a gentleman. “Not Maud. the master was returning home for dinner. Gerald.” He would bring three guests. Adams was It took more than agitated, the cook rebellious. She was that to convince suspicious of the young lady having tea; Mabel, however. she all at once learned the truth: Adams, She made up her who had promised to marry her, was mind to punish flirting with this girl; they were actually Gerald. In the mean- engaged. time, Noel seemed a Cook took the opportunity to indulge very good sort; at in hysterics, whereupon consternation least he had a sense reigned in the Corcoran mansion. For of humor. And he who would prepare the dinner for the was taken with her, arriving guests? that was obvious. Mabel came to the rescue of Adams. All at once she She would cook the dinner. sprang to the oven. “Show me the kitchen and get me an “The poultry, we apron,” she promised glibly, and Adams forgot it!” she cried was too grateful for words. in dismay. Sure But the job was bigger than she had enough, when it bargained for. Hot and perspiring, she came forth it was ordered the servants around, getting a burned to a crisp. thing here, another there. There was “Oh, that’s too fowl for dinner—how do you cook fowl? bad,” Mabel la- Mabel wrinkled her pretty forehead, and mented. “Your tried to remember all she had ever heard guests — what shall or read about cooking fowl. we do?” The time went on the fires were lighted Noel refused to be ; the potatoes were pared ; there was a dessert disturbed. “You had no intention of marriage?** shesaid to him “Not when I came, no,” he admitted. — 18 THE PHOTO-PLAY WORLD “That’s all right,” consoled Maud. books when she “Here’s some suffragist literature. Read liked, or not at all it and you won’t want a husband.” if she did not like. But it wasn’t over yet. Adams was Her failure to get announced. “types” that would Mable met him with a superior air. make a book dis- What did she care for this butler person, couraged her from anyway? Once rid of Wantage, as she was book-writing any- sure she now would be, why shouldn’t she way. And all else risk a serious flirtation with Adams’s that she could do master? was to turn out “What is it you want?” she inquired, hackwork. She with sweetness that held a latent sting, the needed clothes, and while the irate Adams glared at her bale- Christmas was fully. coming. If Cor- “You made me lose Cook and her twelve coran went on lik- hundred dollars,” he complained. “I want ing her, she could that money. If you don’t give it to me, see that she was I’ll tell all the newspapers about you.” going to like him. “No you won’t,” declared Mabel, and That night at called Maud, who witnessed that Adams the club Noel Cor- had tried to blackmail her. Just then coran learned of Noel turned up. In a few seconds he had the broken engage- sent his dejected butler about his business. ment. He was a “Come now,” he coaxed Mabel, “have man of decision. lunch with me.” He called up and But Mabel would not. Later, she might, told Mabel to meet Corcoran offered to help with the dinner. but not today. So, with her promise to him, and where. see him in three weeks, Noel also left. He did not intend to be denied. Mabel, “So you chucked Wantage?” he asked After he had gone, Mabel fell into a fit meeker than usual, consented to see him. her. of the dumps. After all, she had not the Noel arrived in his own handsome “How did you know?” she parried. makings of a suffragist in her. With the limousine. He handed her into the car with “That would be telling,” he laughed. best will in the world to be convinced that a gentle courtliness, and she found herself “But you see I didn’t waste much time.” a woman doesn’t need a man, she took up feeling very natural among the depths of the “Where are we going?” she inquired, to Maud’s pamphlets and tried to read them. soft gray upholstery. There were flowers change the subject. No use—the faces of Gerald Wantage and in the small vase on a bracket and a wonder- “To the Astor,” Noel replied. “I have Noel Corcoran persisted in intruding them- ful robe of fur. The little ceiling light had a table reserved. Are you very hun- selves between her and the books. She glowed softly, and under its rays Mabel’s gry?" teasingly. wondered now if she had been wise in send- face was very winsome, as she looked up “Starved,” she insisted. ing Gerald away. He had been a big pro- into Corcoran’s eyes and said: To her surprise, Noel leaned over and tection. At this thought she grimaced. “This is so nice.” ordered the chauffeur back to the Astor. Noel would make better protection still. Corcoran let the chauffeur take his time Arrived at the hotel, Corcoran escorted He was known as a man of wealth a man getting to ; the place where he had decided her to the great dining room. Mabel saw who moved in the best circles; he was good- to dine. It seemed to Mabel that they went in a flash what life with this man would be looking and apparently generous. If he through the Park a couple of times, and all gay dinners, beautiful gowns and the best wanted to marry her, why not? As his wife the while Noel talked, jested and laughed, of everything to eat. For years she had she could have an automobile, and write and seemed bent on making her happy. struggled to maintain a foothold among that sort of people who appealed to her; on her precarious income it had been hard work at times to keep up appearances. Now all that would be over; she would be honored and respected as the wife of a very rich man. Noel looked at her across the table at which they had seated themselves. “Cosy, is’nt it?” he asked her, with a smile. “Really, though, we should have stayed and braved out the dinner at home,” she replied. “Home?” he questioned, with a teasing glance. Mabel had the grace to blush. “Our house, I meant,” she corrected herself. “Apologies not needed,” he hastened to interpose. “There’s more to be said on that subject.” And his eyes continued to look her over reflectively. “She’s a beauty,” was his inward com- ment. “She will make a wife to be proud of.” He leaned over toward her and stretched out his hand till it lay over hers. The pressure he gave it was encouraging; Mabel looked at him with eyes grown U suddenly shy. “Come, now,” he said softly, “don't you like me?” “Of course I do,” confessed Mabel. “Well, then, marry me,” he persuaded. “I just know that you will like diamonds and sapphires for an engagement ring.” The cook began to have her suspicions. That settled it. Mabel let him kiss her. DECEMBER, 1918 19 MADGE KENNEDY’S EYES Or an Illustrative Argument for Optical Conversation The piquant comedienne here invites you to her corner, where the candle ‘How do you do?” she says. There is a touch of formality in her greeting, light is reflected in her naughty wink. So clever is she that no one but if you are clever you will see also a coy invitation. suspects she is carrying on a flirtation with you. “Oh, yes, we’ve known each other since childhood”— this when she intro- What does she think when the chaperon sweeps toward you two? The duces you to her dearest enemy, although you both know your acquaint- dearest enemy has mentioned you to the dowager, and the little flirt ance has only just begun. wonders how she can square herself. ” : , THE PHOTO-PLAY WORLD 20 "THAT TYPICAL AMERICAN MAN• n Famous Artists Depict American Girls, But Who is The American Man ? By FRANCIS PARRY him because she “Hold! enough!” cried the one man OME years ago when Clarence F. Perhaps Thespis won her ranks objective, halting the big drive just as it Underwood, Lester Ralph and other had the start. Earle enlisted in “fresh” in High School was going over the top. “Drop around at celebrated artists were not so cele- when he was a mere just had won a the theatre tonight. I have a ‘find’ in brated and held forth in a studio at Toronto, Canada. He and he got to wonder- you.” colony near Washington Square, New declamatory contest, to take Joe Jefferson’s place “What’s my part to be?” eagerly in- York City, they discovered a prize model ing who was While walking down the quired Edward. whom they called “the typical American on the stage. work up courage “Scene-shifter,” replied the gentleman. man.” This youth, they said, was just street one day, trying to the stage door of a local “You must be strong you have such lung the type for such works of art as magazine to approach Lester Lonergan, the power.” illustrations and advertisements for collars, theatre, he met of a stock company. Eddie But the star of the Light Brigade was tooth paste, garters and athletic goods. manager undaunted. He did not shift He knew how to wear a collar, scenes long before he had got had good teeth and legs and his “bit” on the stage. The was an accomplished athlete. very next night after putting Doubtlessly,you have noted over that stirring emotional that typical American, as re- line, “My Lord, the carriage vealed by magazine illustra- awaiteth,” he was assigned a tions. He is tall, athletic, long comedy role. In the square of jaw and shoulder same company appeared a and possessedof blond, slightly little girl with wondrous eyes curling hair. He is a sort of and curls of gold. She, too, modern Viking. was making her debut before Now in New York City i the footlights, having deter- these American Vikings are no mined to forsake her dolls common variety. One sees and skipping rope for a serious more of the exotic, aquiline career. This ingenue has de- beauties and those whose an- veloped now into the Great cestors wore earrings and bid Star, known in the picture con- on the curb for the banana stellation as Mary Pickford. and da’ vermicelli. So when if Distinguished is the theatre a youth meeting the specifica- that boasts the introduction of tions of the “American Man,” m “America’s Sweetheart” and as conceived by the artists, the “Ideal American Man” swung into the Underwood- on the same night at salaries Ralph studio one morning and these two stars would be said he wanted to absorb a ashamed to bestow as tips at little art instruction during V the present time. the summer, he was invited Some one told Earle that at once to take the model he should go in for opera. stand. Having been a cheer leader at “What do you think I am, football games, he thought a cartoon subject?” retorted he could equal the thunder of the young American with Caruso. And he looked much some asperity. “I came to better in tights and knightly learn how to wield a brush gear. So straightway he took fluently and paint beautiful a fling in musical stock, then ladies all dressed up in yards back to “The Old Homestead” of red hair.” and “Why Girls Leave Home.” “My dear young man,” said After several seasons in the artists, escorting him to repertoire, he decided New the posing platform, “before York should have a treat of you can acquire the technique histrionism. He landed at of which we are masters, you the Grand Central Station must pose. All great artists That typical American in a typical pose. and inquired for a certain start their careers by posing.” theatre in Brooklyn. No one knew exactly “They do, eh? Well, no wonder they threw out his chest, thrust one hand in where or what Brooklyn was, but a cop starve for years,” retorted the American the breast of his coat, Patrick Henry be somewhere near the Adonis, giving the artists a supercilious fashion, and proceeded to obstruct the said it must Bridge. Eddie took a trolley survey. managerial traffic. He had intended to say Brooklyn of car to the bridge and then asked where He obliged, however, and for a time it “Sir, I desire to become a follower Brooklyn was. The general opinion pre- appeared as though acting and sketching Thespis, immortal goddess of the drah- vailing among the cops and venders in that were running neck and neck for his services. ma, and I choose for my debut, your “I region was that Brooklyn must be on the But now the race is run and the name of temple of art.” Instead, he said, want other side of the bridge. He finally reached the “Regular American” appears in gigantic a job.” the the theatre after spending sixty-five cents letters of light on the motion picture “What can you do?” demanded for car-fare, caused by the many detours screens, instead of in delicate scrawls manager, chewing a stogy, irritably, just before gaining the strategic point. on the canvases of the Metropolitan as managers do in pictures. he made was closing for the Museum. “I can recite ‘The Charge of the Light The stock company summer when he arrived on the scene. The man?—Edward Earle, pure Ameri- Bridage’ so as to give you gooseflesh,” was The manager liked his appearance, however, can, with a dash of Scotch. He is an the prompt reply. and promised him a part the next fall. athlete, aviator, artist, popular Lamb and “Shoot!” commanded the dauntless man- Being truly American, he had little star of drama, musical comedy and such ager, bracing himself for the charge. of nerve. He decided Vitagraph pictures as “For France” and “Onward, onward rushed the six money but a lot — another accomplishment to “The Blind Adventure.” hundred, he would add — | 21 DECEMBER, 1918 / Morey, his list by studying art. Like Micawber, as Earle Williams, Harry he felt something would turn up to afford James Morrison and innumerable sustenance. Of course, something did. others, saw the young man, and de- He was paid for posing. But the artists clared, as did the artists, that here invariably remarked, “Remember, Eddie, was the true American type. A con- you are the Ideal American Man, thus tract was drawn up, and one year generosity is the keynote of your character.” ago Earle entered that studio where Thereupon, Eddie would buy a feed with have worked such famous players trimmings. This was the big meal of each as Norma Talmadge, Clara Kimball week, occurring regularly every Saturday Young, Mabel Normand, Edith night. All the other days, he avers, were Storey, Constance Talmadge, and wheatless, meatless and well-nigh eatless. where Alice Joyce, Earle Williams, But they were not artless. He sketched Harry Morey, Corinne Griffith, Gladys and posed with a vim. His posing was more Leslie, Grace Darmond, Nell Ship- successful than his drawing, he decided. man and a host of others create For he did see himself in conspicuous their characters. of positions in magazines, though never Under the careful supervision once did he see the masterpieces of his the great star-maker, Mr. Smith, own brush or pencil. Earle scored as the young American of the When fall came around he announced aviator in “For France,” one his intention of returning to the stage. most popular plays presented by Vita- Tim Murphy, one of the most popular graph during last year. In “The Vitagraph’s New This is one of the effective scenes Earle posed in stars of the day, had offered him an ex- Blind Adventure,” “For France.” cellent part. The artists protested. They York release, he again played the dashing, dare- States. He followed their bent. With his devil young philosophy of “Take an interest in every- American, so thing, and a chance on anything” he has attractive to become the incarnation of American philos- the public, ophy and life. He is not alone in this and gained either in the films or the world at large another vic- politics shows many men of this type— tory. When but he is eminently successful because he Mr. Smith combines with this spirit an unusual decided to measure of ability as an actor and because produce a his artistic medium is the films—most series of com- favored of American forms of entertain- edies showing ment. the domestic It is just such figures as Earle in the experiences of world of the arts that aid America to a pair of typi- interpret itself not only to the world but cal American to its own citizens. In Earle, America Newlyweds, is often able “to see itself as others see it,” he gave Earle to stand off and get a mental photograph the role of of the exact nature of national ideals. “Hubby.” All of which shows that in the pictures Fans and crit- there is realization of the social functions ics protested of art; there is understanding of the nature that one reel and purposes of the drama and how it of Earle at a reacts upon the life of the people. time was not enough, even when offered every week, even volunteered to pay him fifty-five cents so he returned to feature plays. There an hour, instead of fifty, for continuing in was an intrepid young American needed his role of the American Man, a position for the Irish comedy drama, “Ann Acushla.” which he could hold on the model stand It was an Earle part; no one else at the for two hours at a stretch without a rest studio would quite fit it. On the other period. Earle refused. He said his muscles hand, no one could play the Ideal American were stiffening, and he was tired of being Husband in the comedies. Thus the series an ideal specimen. At that time the artists of one-reelers was terminated, and Earle were beginning to break into the best dashed off to “Ireland” to lick the Mickeys publications with their drawings. This and woo and win Gladys Leslie. did not impress Earle, however. He packed Nothing pays so well as to be an All- his wardrobe trunk and set forth on the American star, judging from the increasing footlight trail. He played in a number of popularity of Edward Earle. The secret big dramatic productions and in musical to success in pictures is summed up by him comedy with De Wolf Hopper and other in the principle, “Take an interest in every- stars. Then came the call to pictures. thing, and a chance on anything.” It is Eddie, always an adventurer in search of a typical American principle of the typical new experiences, decided he would go in American man. for them. Since he had already served an And so it is evident that this matter of being apprenticeship in the business of posing, an All-American star, or, as the artists he felt that the thing would be easy. called him, the “typical American man,” His first experience was in Edison pro- is not a matter of training or upbringing ductions, which featured him in a variety nearly so much as a natural phenomenon. of parts. Then he went under the Metro Edward Earle is the typical American man banner, and was seen in a number of because of heredity, because his ancestors, pictures with Viola Dana. Albert E. whoever they were or wherever they came Smith, President of Vitagraph, who has from, were quickly and easily assimilated Edward Earle and one member of his big dog family. brought to starry prominence such men by the spirit and social life of these United 22 THE PHOTO-PLAY WORLD Metro The Late Harold Lockwood 23 DECEMBER, 1918 THE LIFE OF HAROLD LOCKWOOD Showing a Relentless Fight for Success of a Typical American By JANET PRIEST show his goods before he could get the HE story of Harold Lockwood is the perience. But leave your name and ad- price for them. But there were story of youth and ambition; the dress, and I’ll let you know if anything proper the out when he did not eat story of young American manhood. develops.” times on way Harold Lockwood climbed the ladder Next morning Harold was there when the very sumptuously. in, In a short time people were saying that that leads to fame, and had reached its store opened, and as the “boss” came was born for the screen. summit when death claimed him. repeated his request for a job. “I told you Harold Lockwood Lockwood was given better and This favorite screen star, beloved by I’d let you know,” said the proprietor Young 1910 he was with Nestor; thousands upon thousands of picture testily. “I’ll send for you if I ever want better parts. In was there in 1912 with Bison 101; then successively patrons all over the world, was a thoroughly you.” Next morning at 8.30 he Selig and Famous Players. normal, happy, wholesome young American. again. By the fourth morning the “boss” with NYMP, sputter at He became a leading man, with a con- He will always occupy a unique position was so “mad” he continued to into his stantly growing following of screen patrons. in theattention and affections of the people, the young man’s nerve all the way As lead for Mary Pickford in “Such a because of the very struggles that led office. Harold followed him and argued Little Queen,” “Hearts Adrift,” and “Tess to his success in his chosen profession, with him. of the Storm Country,” and opposite as well as the fact that he was stricken “But you’ve had no experience,” ex- Marguerite Clarke in “Wildflower,” his at the very pinnacle of achievement. postulated the “boss.” if work attracted favorable attention, and “Pals First,” a de luxe production in “How am I going to get experience great things were prophesied for him—all of which he starred, had just completed a you don’t give me a chance?” insisted which were fulfilled. His dream of stardom special run at the Broadway Theatre, New Harold. realized when he signed a new contract, York, before going on tour. In this screen The big man pushed a button, and a was this time with American-Mutual, and his version of Lee Wilson Dodd’s play, drama- clerk appeared. “Here, put this man to steady upward progress continued. Now tized from the novel by Francis Perry work as a salesman. He doesn’t know any- came “The Lure of the Mask,” “Life’s Elliott, author of so many of his successes, thing about the stock, but he’s got nerve “The Turn of the Road,” Harold Lockwood won the ungrudging enough to sell golf sticks to a wooden Blind Alley,” and other productions. admiration of critics and public. Later Indian.” American, he became associated he produced “The Great Romance,” an The months sped by, and Harold sold With with Allison, whom he had met while original story by Finis Fox, and had almost goods, and kept on selling goods. Never, May playing in the screen version of completed “The Yellow Dove,” a picture at any period of his brief and brilliant both were William H. Crane’s “David Harum.” version of George Gibb’s thrilling novel. career, did he see any particular reason an ideal “team,” and the These two productions had not been re- for being afraid of anybody. Jolly and They proved combination was continued when the co- leased at the time of his death. whole-souled, he proceeded on the principle star became identified with Metro Pictures Many a boy with ambitions for a stage that all men were his friends. But his attitude. Corporation, both later branching out as career will try to model his life after that “boss” couldn’t understand this individual stars. With Miss Allison as of Harold Lockwood. Lockwood was a When the time came for summer vacations, Harold Lockwood made eight “regular kid,” one of us “fellers”—the kind Harold’s two-weeks’ salary was given him his co-star, pictures: “The Come-Back,” “The that plays baseball out on the corner lot in a private session. Metro million- Masked Rider,” “The River of Romance,” and likes to take a dip in the old swimming- “Young man, is your father a “Mister 44,” “Big Tremaine,” “Pidgin hole. A childhood friend of his recalls aire?” “The Promise” and “The Hidden that at about the age of ten, Harold was "No,” answered Harold, puzzled. “Why?” Island,” Children.” very “sweet” on a girl whose father owned “Because you’re so darned independent. These pictures reflected the life of the a merry-go-round, so even at those tender When your two weeks are up, you needn’t out-doors, of which Harold Lockwood years he was a favorite of fortune. This come back.” great a devotee. A Lockwood picture friend also “deposes” that Harold was “What’s the trouble; hasn’t my work was always could always be depended upon to have a a terrible tease, which proves that he was been satisfactory?” every- Lockwood “fight,” which was always a normal boy. “Perfectly. But you’re so sure of Lester Cuneo used to be his Harold acquired the “wanderlust” thing. Some morning I’ll come in here and a real one. sparring partner, before he stopped playing naturally in his early youth. He was born find you’ve decided to be boss. And then luck. villain parts to go to war, and the two in Brooklyn, N. Y., but his family moved where will I be? Goodbye and good the worst of enemies before the camera frequently, New York City generally The disappointed young man still wanted were best of friends away from it. being the point of return. The family to be a business man, but fate was against and the Vigorous, clean, wholesome romance made also lived in Norwalk, Conn., and Newark, him. It was a slack season, and he couldn’t the Lockwood output popular with “fans” N. at different times. Most of Harold’s find another job. Someone suggested that J., America and abroad. grammar and high-school years were spent he go on the stage. He could sing and dance and exhibitors, both in thought Harold Lockwood became the idol of in Newark, and the inhabitants of that a little, although he had never countless American youths, men, girls and city are more insistent then all the others about those things as assets. He got a Idol,” matrons. in claiming that he belongs principally job as chorus-man in “The Broken Lockwood branched out as an to them. After attending the Newark with Otis Harlan. He didn’t like it very When individual star, he determined to give the high school, he went to New York to well, but it was better than asking “Dad” public the very best there was in business college. His father was a breeder for money, and he stuck. Then he decided screen him. chose photoplays that were of trotting horses, and expected his son he would try acting, and he secured an He superb examples of screen art, often adapted would join him in the business, but Harold engagement with Edward N. Hoyt in a from famous novels. The out-door ele- wanted to enter some other commercial vaudeville version of “Faust,” in which he “Meph- ment still predominated. The young star line. The way in which he did it is in- played “Faust,” and Mr. Hoyt luxuriated in the occasional chance dicative of the “stick-to-it-iveness” of his istopheles.” Five years more he spent in even “stubble” beard before the character. stock companies and on the road, and then to wear a unheard of for one supposed to set When he finished his course at business a friend suggested that he was just the camera— the standards of masculine appearance. college, he chose the firm he wanted to work type needed in the motion pictures, which Lockwood was a “he-man.” His vogue for. It was a wholesale dry-goods estab- were sweeping the country by storm. By drawing power continued to grow with lishment in lower New York. He walked in correspondence, he received an offer from and Haunted Pajamas,” “The Hidden and tackled the proprietor for a job. Rex-Universal in California to come out “The “Under Handicap,” and “Paradise “What experience have you had?” he and try his luck. He seized the opportu- Spring,” Romance and red-blooded action was asked. nity, paying his ownwayfrom NewYork to Garden.” “The Avenging Trail,” “Absolutely none. That’s why I’m here.” the west coast. He was a sufficiently good were united in (i on page 60 “Well, we can’t use a man with no ex- business man to realize that he had to Continued ) THE PHOTO PLAY WORLD A Star’s (Christman Hy Qkarr ®M?r ENA GLENDARM listened indifferently vase of lovely roses, that had been his afternoon’s to the gay chaff going on around her. gift to her, made her turn pale. Herman had It was two days before Christmas, and the kissed her only today, but what a different kiss popular screen actress had invited a group from that of Max. She could feel his hot lips still, of her friends and associates to share a part of the and the clasp of his arms around her; when he festive season with her. Now that they were kissed her, she hated him; she recognized in him gathered together—Max and May and Everding that impatience for possession that was even now and Hartman, not to mention Herman Baird, who driving him to urge her to an early marriage, and was her own particular property—Rena found she knew—none better—that she could not and would no pleasure in the company; their light banter not love him, though she gave herself to him and annoyed her; the insistent attentions of Baird took his millions in exchange for herself. Hers more than usually distressed her. was not an idyllic romance, but a bargain between “Come on, Rena,” Max Royce challenged her, love of luxury and the things money would bring, “May won’t take a hand at bridge, and Bill and I and a man’s mad passion to own and parade and have been layin’ for each other all week. What’s the enjoy the beautiful woman, whose very sight use of having five hundred perfectly good bucks caused his heartbeats to smother him; whose in your pocket, if you can’t find some fellow to give every denial was like strong wine rushing to his you a run for them?” head to make him drunk with desire for her. “Five hundred bucks will buy more things than Something in her face must have warned him a game,” suggested May, pointedly. “Don’t for- that her thoughts were not pleasant, for now he get my Christmas present is to come out of that strolled over and sat down close beside her, his arm five hundred, and I’ve planned some fine circling her across the back of the divan his knees same ; little present from you, Maxy dear, this year.” purposely drawn close to her, as if he sought as “Ho, ho, hear the woman,” rejoined Max. near a contact as appearances would permit. “Think’s she's married to me already, does she? For while this was a light crowd, it was a clean one, Well, little one, you’ll guess again if your choice and even Herman Baird was not permitted licenses. is too elaborate. Come ahead, Rena, and join “Tell me, sweet one,” he murmured now, “why up in the game,” he finished, coaxingly. so distrait this evening?” “I’d rather not,” Rena admitted. “I know I’m Rena looked up at him, straight into his eyes, a pig, but my head bothers me tonight. I couldn’t and before her clear gaze his own faltered. That play worth a cent anyhow; my partner would only something unapproachable in her that baffled him stand to lose all he bet.” and challenged him, lay like a sword between them “Don’t play cards,” May protested. “Let’s and made the coward afraid. have some music. By the way, Rena, don’t forget “Listen to this,” Rena bade him, and drew from my cat party tomorrow. Maxy boy, here, is her bag a letter. Without preliminary she read signed up for a football game; I’ve asked all the it, Herman listening attentively, a slow smile girls we know to come.” creeping about his lips. Rena smiled. There was something in May “Dear Little Sister: which was wholesome and inviting. She had the “Again we have almost reached the twenty- gift of making people like her, and “the girls” fifth of December, and again we are missing the meant a bunch of pretty screen actresses, who had bright face of our dearest one from the family always a good time together. group. Do you realize that it is npw three years “Don’t spend your money too freely,” Rena since you saw us or we you? In those years you cautioned her, however. “Getting married costs have grown rich and famous, and you have shared a lot, you know, and you and Max want that your riches with us here at home. But sister mine, little apartment up on the Drive.” no gifts however fine could compensate for the loss Max pretended to groan. “Why remind me ever of you we need the sight of you the of ; ; touch your of that marriage?” he inquired. “Isn’t life short hand the sound of your sweet voice. ; Our mother and sad enough without henpecked years in an fails gradually but surely she longs for apartment?” ; you. Your brief and infrequent letters put new life into her. May turned to box his ears, whereat he grabbed What, then, would the actual presence of you do? and kissed her. After all, they were very much I do not want to be selfish I ; know that you have in love, though their habit of life had taught them outgrown us; but perhaps you too have times when to regard even the more sacred things lightly. the near contact of those who love you above all Rena shivered a little as she saw the kiss. In things else on earth would give you deeper a moment more the piano was ringing with a a joy in your work than even now you must have. popular ragtime air, played by Hartman. But Here’s hoping that a good angel will whisper into the noise of the music could not still the memories your heart a wish to sit this Christmas at the table of the girl, who sat curled up in the corner of the in the old home. big divan; the taste of the cigarette between her “Your loving brother, lips seemed almost to nauseate her; the sight of Herman Baird standing beside the great tall “John.” — DECEMBER, 1918 Rena raised to Baird eyes that were swimming “Dr. Temple,” John’s voice trembled. “You re- with tears. For a moment there was a touch member him—Horace Temple from over Pears- of pity in his heart. Then the thought of her grove way?” possibly leaving him, even for a few days, hardened Horace Temple and Rena Glendarm looked at him. each other with one long look. Their hands clasped “Your brother has quite a literary gift,” he and each murmured an acknowledgment of the commented lightly. “Write and tell him that you meeting. But a great confusion was sending the have more important things to do on Christmas blood hammering to the ears of the woman, while Day.” a deep thrill, such as he had never known, went Rena rose slowly and faced him. through the man. Then out of the confusion Rena “I am going to send a wire,” she said, with a caught one picture: the picture of a girl nursing calmness that was very deliberate, “saying that an injured hand by the side of a clump of roadside I shall eat my Christmas dinner at home.” thistles and a young man who got down from his For a second only she and Baird measured each bicycle, opened a little medicine kit he carried, and other with their eyes. Then he recovered himself ministered kindly and efficiently to the sore for in that instant he had seen red. Now his voice fingers. And the girl and the man had looked into was tense, scarcely more than a whisper. The piano each other’s eyes, and the girl had dreamed of that was still banging; fortunately the rest were fully look for many days after the encounter. Now he occupied. and she met again after years and both remembered. “You are mine,” he said thickly. “You shall He was famous, she soon learned; she, too, was not go; I say, you shall not! I have waited a long famous. But he had kept his heart pure for the while, my lady. But I will wait no longer. On sake of the memory of that girl by the roadside; Christmas Day you will become mine. We shall she had forgotten those youthful dreams, and had have the minister or not, as you say, but you will sold herself in a promise to Baird. keep the engagement.” If there was a hint of restraint and sadness in His tone frightened her. Then she came to her Rena’s manner through that Christmas Day, it senses. was best understood by the bearded man of the “You would make an excellent hero for melo- world, who was Dr. Temple. The white-haired drama,” she answered. “But unless you can love mother was rapt in the sunshine of the presence me as Max there loves May—unless you can wait of the long-absent one; the brother was too quietly for me, until I am ready to come to you, I will never joyful to notice anything amiss; Rena herself she lost something just what willingly be yours. I have promised to marry you, knew only that had — and I will do so, but your insults do not serve to it was she was not sure—but an insistent pain deep hurry me.” Before he could recover his breath, she within her oppressed her; the memory of that studio had crossed the room and had gone out through crowd and their coarseness, lay like a shadow over the doorway. the pure light of a new world that was shining for Max turned away from the group at the piano. her in the eyes of the man who sat so quietly and “Cut it out,” he commanded. “What’s the yet so actually near her. with Queenie?” he called to Baird. Herman matter * * * frowned. “Headache,” he stated briefly. “She’s gone to lie down.” “Good night,” brother John said, shaking hands, “Let him alone,” whispered May. “Don’t you and went to his room under the roof. see something’s happened?” And so when he bade “Good night,” Mother Glendarm repeated, them good night, without further explanations, kissing her daughter softly, almost reverently, Rena’s friends knew that there had been a scene then holding out her hand to the other visitor. of some sort back there on the divan. And being Something had told the two souls who loved her a good sort at heart, they all kept quiet and re- so dearly that here was one who had something frained from making any comment, even when important to say to her. And something had told later on Rena reappeared, a sweeter, gayer Rena, the spoiled artist that at last her Fate was upon her. little after midnight an early hour for the who a — Dr. Temple came over to where she sat. breaking up of a party said a pleasant good night — “You, too, remember the golden day in the to them all. summer?” he asked her. A long, low, green car slowed up before a small She nodded silently. house among the hills of Connecticut. A tall woman “For all those years I have waited for you,” clad in wonderful furs stepped out and walked up he continued. “Tell me, why didn’t you come?” the pathway. The little gray-haired woman who little sentences she her opened the door stared at her, and then with a And then in broken made confession. She had played with something called soft cry, almost pathetic, because it was so burdened face face real thing. with surprised joy, threw herself into the visitor’s Love; now she was to with the arms. And she was not worthy. She came stained by the she promised. The tears Rena Glendarm shed in those few kisses of another man, to whom was beside her. minutes were healing for many of the hurts that a When she was done, Temple knelt life of frivolity had given her. The face she showed “Put your arms here,” he commanded, and laid to the crippled brother, who sat by the fireplace, her arms about his neck. was softly alight with love and tenderness. And “You are done with shams,” he told her. “The so absorbed was she in the welcome of these dear Bairds of the world are forgotten. Your lips, sweet- a ones, that she did not at first see that a third was heart, your lips.” present. But her brother called her to greet the And the pride that had repelled Baird melted tall, bronzed, bearded man who stood silently, to amazing tenderness, as the woman in her yielded smilingly, waiting. her preciousness to this real lover. — — 26 THE PHOTO PLAY WORLD MARY ROBERTS RINEHART AT THE LASKY STUDIO Distinguished Authoress Makes a Lightning Tour with Cecil B. DeMille By HELEN LOUISE HARTMAIER AVING been in the shadow of the had merely entered the office so it didn’t Cecil DeMille—the cathedral-like room big guns on the western front, appeal to her as risking a great deal. Ah, with its accumulation of strange objects braved submarines, visited the Queen rash promise! She little knew what was in gathered from all quarters of the globe. m of England in her palace, talked store. They both enjoyed the talk and only to thousands of young men in the war But first Mary Pickford came along in the call for luncheon terminated the camps, bidding farewell to one of her own care-free manner, sans make-up, having just interview. For realizing the necessity sons as he left for France, and having a completed a scene from “Johanna Enlists,” for preparation against the strenuous husband and another son ready to leave, so the great writer and the great actress met afternoon, the Director-General had ar- delightful studio luncheon, is nothing to the brilliant Mary Roberts and chatted comfortably in the sanctum of ranged for a Rinehart compared to her served in his private dining- mad flight around the Lasky room adjoining the Fair- studio in Hollywood under banks offices and fronting the guidance of Cecil B. the well-known Fairbanks DeMille, Director-General of Alley. Miss Jeanie Mac- the Famous Players-Lasky pherson, writer of the Corporation. DeMille special pictures, Mrs. Rinehart can assure was hostess and the merry you that Mr. DeMille party ate unsparingly—and can make Cook’s best look still Mrs. Rinehart did not like a second-rate snail. guess what was in store. The same will probably be Thus far she had been im- vouched for by Mary pressed merely by the bigness Elizabeth Evans (if you’ve of the place, the evident a sweet tooth, you must perfection of organization— have heard of the delicious but it still seemed artificial, confections known by her presumably—it was still the of theatre only two first names), who ac- back stage a — companied Mrs. Rinehart to bigger. the Celluloid City and They emerged finally from brought up the rear with the dining place and oppor- William C. DeMille, brother tunely Douglas Fairbanks of Cecil, arriving a bad came forth from his dressing second, panting for breath room. But what a shock and feeling like a —it was a Douglas trans- human kaleido- formed. Where were the scope. chaps, the broad hat, the It came about six-shooters—the spurred alas! in thiswise: Mrs. boots? Gone, Gone Rinehart, who to give place to a black has written detective frock coat, lavender trousers, stories that make the patent leathers, a derby, reader hate to blow out cane, pearl gray gloves the ligth; wonderful pic- spats—for Fairbanks was tures of the tragedy across attired as a dude—a dude seas; the delectable tales of the “sub-deb,” of the genus discovered by which were interpreted on the screen by the comic weeklies. And he Marguerite Clark, for Paramount; who made a sweeping grand- created the unforgettable and much-beloved iloquent and peripheric “Tish”—Mrs. Rinehart had never before obeisance. visited a picture studio. She happens to “Chawmed, chawmed, be an old friend of the DeMille family, ladies,” he declaimed, “a however, and when she came to California, perfect day—eh, what?” she received an invitation to visit the studio. They were photographed Here was a new experience—if such with the novelist seated in thing could be possible after what she has a Chinese sedan chair, relic seen in the last year or two—but it is of the Oriental scene in “The unlikely that she anticipated a great deal. Whispering Chorus”—one She had seen behind the scenes of the of DeMille’s best pictures theatre. All make-believe is much alike and with the agile Doug she supposed—tinsel, frail canvas walls and perched upon its sloping roof daubs of color that lost all semblance of at the imminent risk of form or purpose once you got close to them. destroying the almost painful Mr. DeMille was exceedingly busy on a creases and the immaculate new production but refused utterly to delicacy of his lavender permit anyone else to escort Mrs. Rinehart trousers. about the plant. He wanted to show The transformed westerner her and explain the work and the things was finally whisked away by that have grown up under his eye his director for a scene and many of which are the products of his then began the most rapid, bewildering own fertile mind, things in which he amazing and takes a very natural pride. sightseeing tour Mrs. Rine- So he asked the distinguished visitor hart ever remembers under- Persons of no less importance than William C. and Cecil B. DeMille carried Mrs. Cecil IIif bileclip lmiiucumind pH takingLdiwiis a. raoid-firGv. taking. DeMille Rlnehart about the camp in the ancient 8edan , presumably to a destination at which journey about the place. As yet she the smiiin* “Dou*” waited. became suddenly a human ” ”— — — — DECEMBER, 19X8 27 divan, "you endless fields in the limitless land of Make- explained, all believe. right—I’m cer- Mrs. Rinehart was not at the studio tain I heard without a purpose. With all her experience you telling me in the way of fiction, with all the enormous all about it success which her stories have obtained in but I feel as the magazines and in book form, she real- though I'd izes that in approaching the art of the been around motion picture she is dealing with a new the world four medium, that it must be studied with a times in forty full realization of its scope and influences, minutes. I’m that the methods of fiction and the photo- dazed.” play are related but by no means identical. Some min- This does not mean that Mrs. Rinehart utes later, is going to give her attention exclusively when Mrs. to scenario writing. She hasn’t, or at least Rinehart had she has not permitted such an announce- recovered her ment to creep into the trade journals. But breath, she in her case there is another instance of how thanked Mr. completely the photoplay producers are DeMille. It be- obtaining the attention of the artists of the gan to come literary world. back to her, bit Scenario writing demands a high order by bit —and of artistic skill and understanding of life, she declared it needs close, consistent and conscientious that she had methods. And these are the qualities been impressed which are to be found most frequently, unbelievably. and in the highest standing, among the “It’s dignity, most accomplished writers of the day. perf ectio n The union of the literary folk and the affect me film producers has been long in coming strangely,” she too long. It has been delayed by a score of admitted. “I unfortunate influences. The writers were had no idea a wary and the producers were ignorant. But motion picture the time came when improvement of sce- studio could be narios was a vital need of the cinema. This so wonderful. was a need which could no longer be denied. And I can now And with pressure beingapplied onbothsides, Mr. DeMille evidently had a task to induce Mrs. Rinehart to (continued in our next) understand like the approaching walls of Poe’s torture why Mr. chamber, the amalgam of writer and pro- film Baedeker and a compelling if condensed DeMille said it was the most democratic ducer is now in a fair way of accomplishment. anti-gravity force. of arts and that Arm linked in that of the visitor, with it had begun William C. DeMille and Miss Evans striving where the stage valiantly to keep them in sight, the Director- stopped. Oh, I General shot through Virginia Street, into a can see the won- corner of Sierra Leone, through a village in derful possi- Kansas and into an Ohio business thorough- bilities, the fare; on, past decaying walls, into a cacti- scope, massive- haunted bit of the painted desert, through ness of it. There fallen archways and over broken pavements are many things to a street in Belgium. Off the Argyle Lot I should like to and into the Lasky Lot proper, through the say about it great glass stages, over priceless rugs and but—but I’ll threadbare carpets, hurdling chairs of an- have to write tique design, or lowly rockers; through mas- the m—1 a t e r. sive archways, hung with crimson velvet or I’m just a—little down dark and winding staircases of some dazed now tenement abode—then into the brilliant So Mary Rob- sunlight again, to the brink of a mysterious erts Rinehart and frond-hung pool; into an early Cali- saw her first fornian mining camp; through carpenter picture studio shops, paint shops, costume shops, stock saw and mar- rooms developing rooms, laboratories, veled at it. And moulding shops, property rooms, offices, someday she’s haunts of scenario writers, on and'on, like going back to travelers on a magic carpet—on and on, see it all again till Mrs. Rinehart and her escort came to —at a slower a sudden rest. pace—and go on “Where am I?” she gasped. location and “Back in my office,” explained Mr. learn a lot of DeMille calmly. In the far distance loomed things about the Mary Elizabeth Evans and William C. technicalities of DeMille, still treaking through Oriental the art—an art sands. that sprang “Where have I been?” demanded the from the loins of writer again. — the spoken “Why, I thought I explained— drama but has “Oh, yes—you explained ” she drew long since left a hand wearily across her damp brow and its parent home sighed gratefully as she sank on a cushioned to find new and —a , 28 THE PHOTO- PLAY WORLD BIDE A WEE WITH PEGGY HYLAND For Here is a Sample of the Star s Leisure Hours By ADELE WHITELY FLETCHER released, F you’ll come for dinner at seven,” earn it on the stage. The round of the two of her pictures had been she dainty Peggy Hyland had told me managers discouraged her, even as it has was offered an attractive contract in X she know over the telephone the night before, discouraged some of the greatest stars ever America, which accepted—you “we’ll have our chat then.” known. She just wanted a place in the all the rest. How she has pleased us more picture, and And so—delighted at the prospect of chorus in order to “get her bearings,” and more in each new now when one manager offered her a small that she shines in the William Fox firma- an interview—I presented myself at the and door of her apartment at six-thirty o’clock. part, she was so frightened that she nearly ment one cannot fail to expect great The trim white-cap maid ushered me returned to her home fold and five shocked things. Little Peggy will not disappoint into the chintz hung living-room, where uncles—all members of the English clergy. us, of that I’m sure. repaired to the cheerful she relieved me of my wraps, and as I But, finally, a part in the chorus fell to When we again living-room for our after-dinner waited for Miss Hyland I found myself studying her abode care- coffee, the maid announced a of the English army. fully. A log fire crackled merrily captain upon the hearth and everywhere When he had introduced him- was evinced the fact that the self, for Miss Hyland had not room had been furnished for met him before either, I learned comfort. In one corner was a that he was touring the country British writing table appointed in orange with her father to aid leather, big tapestry arm chairs recruiting. Being in New York stood about invitingly, and on on a leave of absence, he had a carved mahogany library table come to deliver a message. stood one or two books and He mentioned his delight upon magazines and a pretty bowl of finding a log-fire, and together he knelt before fresh flowers. A chintz lounge and Miss Hyland stood beneath a unique Japa- the open fire place to build, for benefit, such fire as nese floor lamp and the hard- my special a in the country houses wood floor was covered with a they have they dull blue rug. of England. The picture together was one typical In a minute I heard a swish made severe khaki of skirts coming down the hall, of wartime, for his contrast to her accompanied by a catchy little formed a strong melody and presto — Miss dainty frock. And as they made Hyland stood before me a vision the flames leap up the chimney, played of loveliness. Her chestnut curls I sat at the piano and Fires Burning.” were pinned in graceful confusion “Keep the Home upon the crown of her pretty Soon he took his leave, and head, while her dress was made Miss Hyland agreed to show me very simply of a sea-green some of the frocks she had pur- the before. chiffon. And a more becoming chased day is combination color for her pink and white skin Her boudoir a and pretty eyes could not be of ivory furniture and pink cre- found. tonne and when I say it forms a “We’ll have dinner before we fitting background for its dainty owner, I’m praising it highly. do anything else, for if you’re The first frock brought from half as hungry as I am, words would be useless,” she laughed. the recesses of her big closet was “Work always makes me hungry fashioned from baby blue velvet, and we did a number of scenes made with girlish lines and a lit- tle bustle. For sleeves, the today in order to finish the pic- modiste had conceived wisps of ture. It’s my first for Mr. Fox, you know. The harder we work chiffon in butterfly bows— that was all. Elaborate trimming had the better I like it, for you grow this girlish dance so interested in the story that no place in A film god in her summer temple—Miss Hyland at her summer home. you can’t wait to see how the dress. cloak of a Nile different scenes will work out.” The evening in deeper velvet, As the dull gong sounded, Peggy cried: her lot. However, she didn’t stay there green satin, brocaded a claimed huge cuffs and a collar of silver “Food at last. It’s the first I have had long, and before she knew it she was fox, its billowly fullness insured the since seven o’clock this morning. I was playing lead opposite Cyril Maude in one and safety of the dress beneath. so busy signing photographs, that I didn’t of his London successes. Then the movies touch the lovely luncheon they brought called, and she waved goodbye to the foot- Then came a dainty creation, which I fullnesses me at the studios.” lights and entered a motion picture studio find it difficult to describe. Many Miss Hyland’s mother met us at the for the first time. In her first picture she of a delicate pink chiffon over a silver cloth silver lace at the bottom dining-room door and in another minute was called upon to jump into the Thames with a wide band of we had gathered about the table— River without a great deal of warning. of the skirt and a crushed silver girdle one happy party. Everything was delicious, The story demanded it and even the with silk flowers here and there, made of the prettiest things I’ve seen this season. and between courses I learned how the protestations of an English “Bobby,” who again into the recesses of the deep little star had entered the movies. spied them on the location, were to no Diving another beautiful A clairvoyant friend was responsible avail. The story had to be made realistic, closet, she emerged with her arm. It made for her trying theatrical work in the first and the fact that it was a bitter cold, wrap thrown over was used for afternoon wear place and when she left a week-end party January day meant nothing whatever in the so that it might be closed car, or donned in the eve- in England, she did not return home, but life of the domineering director. in her big fairylike dance frock. took up her quarters in a London boarding- But Peggy is not one who brooks ning to protect some fashioned full lines house. She told her family that she was defeat and she made up her mind to become This cloak was with net, with loose flowing determined to earn her own living—and famous whatever the price. After one or from a silver grey DECEMBER, 1918 29 - the i n s t r u go ahead and get the mailers addressed ment forth and I’ll sign the pictures— I will, really.” from beneath Replacing the phone, she turned to me the volumin- and took up the conversation where she ous skirts of had left off, not daunted by the task the pretty which loomed up before her. Personally, doll, dressed I didn’t blame those players who had in old rose their autographs attached to their pictures silk, which by a lithograph method, but when I spoke had entirely to Miss Hyland of this plan, she declared hidden the ob- she wouldn’t think of it; saying some ink ject beneath. smeared on a picture by a press was not Her secre- an autograph, and I think she’s right. tary was on When her maid came in to put the clothes the other end safely away, Miss Hyland jabbered to her of the wire. in French, as though it were her native This girl ad- tongue and I found myself wondering how dresses the such a tiny thing could know so much. hundreds and But that was not all. In a few minutes hundreds of her chauffeur called her on the phone, envelopes and she questioned him so intelligently which her pic- about all those mysterious parts of her tures goout in motor car that I was dumbfounded. She to the movie was having her big closed car overhauled, and when she heard that the work was completed, she made an ap- pointment for Sunday morning, when they would test the workmanship in a drive through the Park. Ye Gods! where did she ever find Shrubbery and wild flowers often find their way to Miss Hyland’s dressing table. time to learn all those things? She may have mastered French in the sleeves and a wide shawl collar. The convent she attended in Belgium, collar, cuffs of the sleeves, and many but where on earth did she get her inches about the bottom were knowledge of her motor’s intricate trimmed with two-inch bands of the mechanism? most beautiful squirrel, and as the The evening passed all too collar fell half-way down her small quickly and it was getting late shapely back, it appeared to be when I took my leave, despite the entirely covered with this silver fact that my hostess had to be grey fur. made up and on the studio floor ‘‘I’ve saved my most priceless at nine o’clock the next morning. treasure until the last, just like the And the studio is across the river kiddies always save their favorite in Jersey! But dainty Peggy laugh- kind of ice cream or candy,” she ingly declared that she didn’t mind declared, laughingly, and held up a —her tact and courtesy, perhaps; gorgeous kimona to my admiring that she never goes to rest early, gaze. as there is always too much to be “This was sent me all the way attended to. And so I gleaned that from Japan by one of the native there was more to being a moving girls, who embroidered it herself,” picture star than merely acting. she exclaimed. Never did I see anything more beautiful. The kimona itself was dull black satin, embroidered with many another corner with bronze butterflies, in all sorts of fly- her pet dofi. ing poses. No wonder dainty Peggy gazed at it fondly, and admitted she had fans all over . hastened to send the little Japanese girl a the world . gift from the American shops in return. From the con- Everything which met my admiring versation, I eye bespoke of the artistic woman! gleaned the “What do you do with all the beautiful fact that things your work demands?” I asked, threehundred curious to know the fate of these wonder- more photo- ful frocks and wraps. graphs had to “These you see here,” she answered, be autograph- brushing back one of the chestnut curls ed for that which had escaped its pin, “I’m wearing week’s mail. in private life. You see, they’re quite “All right, alright, but the many, many others which Miss Greeley, are decidedly ‘screen clothes,’ I either have I'll sign them remodeled or given to the girls who play tomorrow be- the smaller parts in my pictures. You see, tween scenes these girls find it necessary to dress well and at lunch- and their salaries often do not prove eon time, pro- sufficiently large for their needs. You never vided we stop recognize the clothes, for they make them work long over so cleverly that I often don’t remember enough to them myself.” eat,” Miss Here the telephone rang, and running to Hyland prom- her little ivory bedside table, she brought ised. “You Even the dog laughs when the car draws up to the studio. 30 THE PHOTO-PLAY WORLD May Allison (A Girl from the South) Fame has come to May Allison, charming Metro star of “The Return of Mary,” both through natural talent and. by hard work and application. Born and brought up on a plantation in Georgia, the stage, as a profession, wasfarfrom the thoughts of this young Southern girl. She possessed a rich soprano voice, however, which her parents consented to have trained, and through this came the operatic am- bition. She was naturally gifted, and at the age of sixteen wrote an operetta which she called “ The Life of Moses.” This was pro- duced by her local Sunday School, and in it she played the leading feminine role. The success she achieved in this strengthened her re- solve to seek a professional career. Much against the wishes of her parents, she came to New York. Here she met Henry W. Savage, producer and manager, who was so struck with her beauty and grace that he immediately engaged her for the part of “Vanity,” in his big morality play,“Everywoman.” After this she played an important part with Ina Claire in “The Quaker Girl," and the following season appeared with De Wolf Hopper in “Caprice." Following upon this success, she was starred in “Apartment 1Z K" at the Maxine Elliott Theater, and the next year opened with Edith Wynne Mathison in “ The Gov- ernor's Lady.” Her screen debut was made with William H. Crane in “Damd Harum,” and after that she was co-starred with the late Harold Lockwood in many Metro productions, some of them being “ “ The River of Romance," The Masked Rider," “The Comeback" and “Big Tremaine.” Miss Allison's work won for her the title of star with this company. Since when she has played in “Social Hypocrites” and “ The Winning of Beatrice " and “A Successful Adventure,” which dealt with the Southern life with which she is so familiar. a DECEMBER, 1918 31 IN THE W< “PEACE ON EARTH, GOOD WILL TOWARD MEN,” IS AT HAND ASwe are writing, whistles are shrieking, horns are blowing and bells are ringing the death-knell of autocracy. J-\ The forces of humanity have wrung from the war lord of Europe an humble admission of defeat and a plea for 1. Jk mercy. Germany has signed an armistice imposing upon the proud Prussian people a set of conditions, the severity of which has not been equalled in history. The correlated monarchies of Prussianism have capitulated. Kaiser Wilhelm, has abdicated; his son, Crown Prince Frederick William, has renounced the throne, and with Field Marshal von Hindenburg and the military staff of the autocracy, has fled into Holland. Austria, Turkey and Bulgaria are cring- ing at the feet of the allies. This, indeed, is a bright Christmas outlook compared with twelve months ago, when we commented in this column, “Another Christmas and no peace.” And that there was little hope for a truce then, was attested by the sweeping advance of the German armies starting in March and the brilliant counter movement of the allied forces, which commenced at the Marne July 18th, and have not ceased until now they have this war-mad carbuncle on the arm of progress conformed into a whipped, whining cur. But our work is only half done. It is a question whether the peoples who have lived under these dynasties are not to be more pitied than censured. In spite of the unspeakable atrocities committed by our enemies, or rather in view of them, should not the German, Austrian, Turkish and Bulgarian peoples be taught the rules of this game of life as played by white men? They should be enlightened, forcibly, that women and babies are sacred things and that honor, much higher than the Hohenzollern conception of the word, must bind all agreements. After this terrible catastrophe of more than four years, the world is determined to have peace, if the nations in it must crush and obliterate the first disturber. Even though hostilities will cease before the new year rolls into view, America and the governments associated with her, must remain on a war basis for months or possibly a couple of years. Don’t be deceived on this score. Devastated Europe must be reconstructed and its peoples, who have felt so keenly the privations of war, fed. United States must bear the brunt of this work, and it must and will enter the work with the same glorious spirit as it has its war preparation. This means continued conservation. There will be another Liberty Loan issue. Mr. McAdoo has assured us on this point. The fact that the actual fighting in the field will stop must not be cause for failing to subscribe any amount our Government may ask. Our armies must still be fed and clothed until they can be brought home. This will take time and money. The conservation program of the moving picture industry will continue, and that great business will do its share toward subscribing to the next bond issue. Men behind photoplay production and theatres are of too high a caliber and too farsighted to fail to realize the necessity of throwing all their resources into making this great fight of the world’s free men a truly successful one. Moving picture theatres must increase rather than diminish the food saving propaganda which they have been showing. Liberated sections of France have added to the food drain on America, and peace will not relieve this condition for some time. We know the moving picture world and we know that some of the requirements of it, made by the Government, have been severe. It has reached the point where theatres have had to close under the strain. But they haven’t protested, and they never will, some writers to the contrary. The shut-down order which followed the recent influenza epidemic was a strain on the industry, tying up millions of dollars of capital at studios, with its natural effect of a dirth of pictures in theatres. But this was endured with a spirit of its necessity. Producers are satisfied with the prospect for future developments and are, with all humanity, glorying in the anticipation that “peace on earth, good will toward men,” is at hand. LIGHTEN THE BURDEN ON THEATRES HE inception of peace, it is conceded by national leaders, will result in the curtailment of the Government war- work campaign and, according to recent conferences between Secretary of the Treasury McAdoo and Senate and T House leaders, a subsequent reduction in the amount of money to be derived from the so-called Eight Billion Dollars War Revenue Bill. Already the Senate Finance Committee has pared the house draft of the measure to $6,250,- 000,000 and the indications are that further cutting will be effected. It is logical that the strain should be relieved from those sources of revenue that can stand it least and the theatre, in consequence, must be considered. Moving picture theatres took on the war tax burden of ten per cent with a vim and it has, during the months of war, been a splendid source of revenue to the Government. In many cases managers stood the extra expense, but in the majority this was impossible. The public paid it, apparently willing, though attendances in some cases were lowered. A twenty per cent tax, as contemplated in the revenue bill, will emphasize this condition, and many theatre owners and managers in the middle west are sincerely in fear of having to close their houses if the added burden is put into force. interests or The question is: Does the Government further its own impair them by adding this cumbersome tax on picture theatre admissions? We believe that a twenty per cent tax will act as a boomerang. Attendance at theatres the Government’s revenue will will, be lowered by the move. This will mean that not be doubled, but increased possibly only one half. One result will be that fewer people will be reached through the moving picture theatres by the extensive Government food conservation and reconstruction propaganda, which will necessarily follow the conclusion of peace. The activities of theatres will be less effective in the new Government “Victory Loan” for the same reason. President Wilson, defining non-essential occupations and industries, when the preferential laws were put in effect throughout the country, allowed the theatres and bodies associated with them to go unmolested, excepting in a few minor nation’s Chief grants the instances. This proves conclusively that the moving picture industry an important position hobbled by burdens that might be destructive, if these in the life of the nation. It should not be burdens can be avoided. derived from the new revenue bill, In reconsidering the amount of money to be the Government will do well to take into pressure on the world of the serious consideration relieving the contemplated photoplay. - WORLD 32 THE PHOTO-PLAY JLIBILITY wmmw® BEAUT By FRANCIS PARRY which they worked was a new dramatic medium. They faced their task of putting drama into the pictures intelligently and gave the new art its start toward its present high estate. “This is a thing that every young woman new photograph, but one of the most effective Woman, a Fox and a String Not a Contrast of Beauty—A of Miss Downs. of Pearls. who goes into the films should realize from the very outset. There is no use for any before the great public F Venus herself were to step out of woman to attempt any worth-while work a desire to appear screen. The latter the mirage of mythology and deliver in the pictures if she is not going to take on the stage or on the in demand among the toots a lecture before a modern women’s her art seriously enough to attempt real has been more of and club on feminine beauty, she would interpretation of her roles. twentieth century dreamers fame doubtless be respectfully heeded. And “A pretty, well-lined face and an attrac- fortune. question of art never enters the so, when one of the genuine beauties of tive figure, about which the modistes “The persons, the screen world steps before the magazine would veritably rave, are undoubtedly heads of these ambitious young of donning their reading public with a dissertation on assets — let’s not discount them — and and they form visions qualifica- prettiest frock or spring toque, presenting “beauty and the films,” she is not likely when a woman, possessing these first to a motion picture impressario to be ignored. tions alone, appears on the screen, her themselves signing a contract for a Miss Jean Downs, lately recruited by impression upon the audience is much in and immediately dollars season. the Betzwood Film Company, which her favor. But that is where it stops. few hundred thousand a fact that art has, by the keenest recently brought signs of life to the old “Without the intelligence to interpret “The requisite producing plant of the Lubins, near Phila- a character, the emotions, the loves and the competition, been made the prime been their salvation. delphia, spoke as though she knew what hates of Psyche, this modern Venus would of the pictures, has fortun- she was taking about and was confident now soon find herself in the mire of photo- Actresses, so-called, who have been should I say unfortunate— of her audience. Moreover, she has a play discards. ate enough—or looks message. “A great majority of girls, if they are to get before the public on their invariably proven only meteors. “In the films, as on the stage, at one fortunate enough to be called ‘pretty’ alone, have season or two and they are passe. period of its history,” said Miss Downs, by some flattering admirer, are at some A “there was a tendency among actresses time in their tender years obsessed with Appearances alone cannot win.” Miss Downs to pose their way That been rele- through the pict- has not to the place ures. They relied on gated all bad ac- their beauty solely. where Their whole idea was tressesgo, establishes conclusively that she to see that the scenes is blessed with dra- in which they ap- That peared wereskillfully matic ability. photographed and she was selected for they were placed to the role of “Beauty" es- the best advantage. in “Experience,” she is They wanted to tablishes that For fur- make quite sure that beautiful. nowrinklesappeared ther testimony on this score, a glance in their faces, and that no player who at the accompany- was sufficiently ing photographs will beautiful to cast any be convincing. better reflection upon them- Among the selves should appear film accomplish- of Miss in the same scene. ments the fem- "This, of course, Downs was part with was the view of only inine lead Washburn, a small portion of the Bryant beautiful women in "Rule 63;” the lead with Richatd who appeared in the photoplay. The Travis, in “The Man with Otis screen has always Trial;” and Harlan , in the Kleine- had its group of production, intelligent players, Edison Loves a who realized that “Everybody Fat Man.” the medium i n This photograph definitely proves that Miss Downs was a fit candidate for the role of “Beauty” in “Experience.” — DECEMBER, 1918 33 THE FLITTING SHADOWS Photoplays the Month Views and Reviews of the Reading of f By CHESTER A. BLYTHE I S did the inception of the war, the advent of peace will be mirrored in the photoplay, with its effect upon the social and economic future of the world. This is natural and—no one will ! disagree—right. The theatre and screen are two of the strongest mediums of reflection to a peoples of the earth. Literature is the third. An admonition at this time to authors and producers may tend to avert a glaring mistake that these leaders made at the start of the war, namely, too much war and not enough variety in the brand of entertainment offered. How many times during the past year have you heard this remark from patrons of the photo- play: “What’s at the So-and-So Theatre? Oh, it’s a war picture; I’m sick of them; let’s go some- where else.” When the first of the veritable fusilade of Kaiser pictures was produced, houses could t\ t\ not accommodate the patrons who were eager to see this sphinx in the civilized world shown to them as they, in their hearts, believed he was. But it became monotonous. It so applied to all war dramas dealing with society, in which one set of conditions, produced by the greatest catastrophe the universe has ever experienced, was repeated time and again. It is pleasantly noticeable that many f producers came to their senses on this proposition; this even to the extent that one company adopted the policy of “no more war pictures.” Producers! Don’t repeat this mistake when dealing with the problems which shall arise when this hell on earth subsides. l There will be many opportunities for picture plots surrounding the return of our brave American boys to our midst and their re-entrance into home life, politics and economic reorganization. The girls they left behind will supply the love theme which, it seems, is so essential as a background for the more commonplace activities. Let us have these stories, by all means, but enough is enough. Back in the Civil War, the period following peace was subjected to an epidemic of plays and books based upon the war and its reactions. We are told by veterans of that immortal fight that it was overdone then. Why repeat the error? The more prolific photoplay industry is very liable to even emphasize upon this condition unless caution is used. Let every producer aim at his masterpiece in this program of post-bellum plays and make that accurate, interesting and enlightening, so that it will serve a broader purpose than merely to entertain. Quality should be the guiding spirit of these productions, and then scenario departments of the great film companies should revert themselves to a peace basis and delve into the thousands of stories that lie in the generation just developing. Photoplay audiences do not want too much of any one thing, or set of things. Romance, tradegy, comedy must be blended with such variety as to give the cynic little to talk of and keep the interested playgoer interested. “WOMEN’S WEAPONS”—Five-part of the contagion has passed. While in his usual “dexterity.” Vera Doria is good Famous Players-Lasky, Paramount, featur- town he meets Esmee Hale, an artist as Esmee the vampire, and James Neill, ing Ethel Clayton. Story by Beulah employed to illustrate his latest book, Josephine Crowell, Pat Moore and Dorothy Marie Dix. Directed by Robert G. and her efforts to prove how thoroughly Rosher do exceedingly well as members Vignola. she understands him result in his becoming of the supporting company. “Women’s CAST infatuated with her. Weapons" has many attractive qualities, Ethel Clayton, Elliott Dexter, Vera Doria, When Anne learns of the state of not the least of which is the artistic James Neill, Josephine Crowell, Pat Moore affairs she begins a process of clever schem- production. and Dorothy Rosher. ing in order to convince her husband of the Ethel Clayton, as a beautiful and absurdity of his behavior. The Elliots patient young wife in “Women’s Weapons,” retire to a seashore cottage and Anne agrees “THE ROSE OF WOLFVILLE” a human tale, particularly interesting to have Esmee accompany them, so that Two-part Broadway Star feature, with to the feminine playgoer, has a role she and Nicholas may write a play to- Patricia Palmer. Adapted from Alfred unusually adaptable to her talents. While gether. Soon after their arrival Anne Henry Lewis’s Wolfville story. the story of an author-husband being pretends illness and leaves Esmee to do CAST is the housework. The strain of dish- captivated by an alluring vampire not Patricia Palmer, S. E. Jennings, C. E. entirely new, it is made decidedly plausible washing and house-cleaning proves to be Hatton, W. Hopper, Tom Lugham, Carl Deitz Winifred in this picture, which is Miss Clayton's too much for Esmee, who plainly shows Forms, Elizabeth and Ashley. second release under the Paramount resentment and ill-temper. Nicholas Wolfville stories banner. finally sends her away and realizes the Alfred Henry Lewis’s their appeal and Skillful directorship, with a cleverly true worth of his charming wife. are renowned for human film version of devised story, help to make “Women’s A similar idea developed along comedy sympathetic interest. The Broadway Weapons” decidedly interesting. lines once provided a play for Grace the “Rose of Wolfville,” the none of these When the story begins, the spectator George, and, more recently, an amusing Star feature, loses is introduced to Anne Elliot and her vehicle for Constance Talmadge. “Wo- qualities. • and dramatic situa- husband, a noted author, living happily men’s Weapons” is a very human tale, The bits of humor are such with their two small children. When with particular interest for the female of tions in this two-part photoplay the continued interest Anne is quarantined with the youngsters, the species. as to maintain still provide sufficient who have developed scarlet fever, Nicholas Dexter plays opposite the star and inter- of the audience and goes to the city to remain until the danger prets the part of the author-husband with comedy relief. WORLD 34 THE PHOTO- PLAY story surrounding a It opens with a stage-coach holdup tion, which is unusual in a child of her tender film, has a logical typical of the times and people which years. Francis Carpenter, as Hanki Pan, social evil and a humorous strain blended, is manly little fellow and his acting is with the result of an interesting picture. 1 Alfred Henry Lewis so faithfully pictured a in words. Then we meet the hero, Jed commendable. Carmen De Rue handles There are spots in the story which Martin, who determines to give up the the role of Lady Shoo gracefully, carefully are a little haggard, and the continuity injudicious cutting life and “go straight” for the sake of avoiding exaggeration. Others in the cast is interrupted by film. these faults are 1 Nan, who is to him the wild rose of also do well. early in the But Wolfville. Nan’s father, Jed’s father and obscured by the interest which develops I Jed have been pals in crime. The elder as it progresses. Martin induces Jed to “make just one “MARRIAGE”—Keeney, six parts, The main theme is built around the more haul,” saying then they will all Sherry, featuring Catherine Calvert. Writ- subsequent rehabilitation of a wealthy quit. It proves one too many. Jake ten by Guy Bolton. young slacker who had never taken the fight his own personal enemies Martin and Amos Briggs are killed and CAST trouble to badly wounded. He escapes, how- —wine, woman and song—and couldn’t Jed Powell. Thomas Catherine Calvert, David see why he should exert himself to ward ever, and goes away to make a new start. Holding, Ida Darling, Walter Heirs and invasion of the enemy. Nan is taken to Judge Roachs’ home, Hazel Aiden. off the remoter his mother, where her life is made miserable by the In this he was supported by In “Marriage,” Mr. Bolton has pro- eccentric attitude and demands of the a distinctly disagreeable character. She duced a story that will interest women as narrow-minded Mrs. Roach and her old firmly convinces her son that he has a much as anything will interest them, while maid daughter. The Sheriff sympathizes delicate constitution and that a son’s place men will have to concede it a splendid with the girl and offers to marry her. is in the home, meanwhile neglecting a hus- piece of work. Being built upon a sex Nan laughs at him. Finding the life un- band, whose one thought is to get enough problem, although not unwholesome, it is bearable, she returns to her father’s de- ships to enable the soldiers to get to probably too complicated for children to serted cabin. Here Jed comes to take France. understand and enjoy. her away. The sheriff again interferes One day the wastrel son marries his Miss Calvert, in the lead, has a splendid and arrests The younger man cleverly father’s stenographer, which convinces Jed. opportunity to display her emotional turns the tables by locking the Sheriff in the hardworking parent that the boy ability through a series of dramatic gave the cell. He then returns to Nan and possesses more brains than he him situations, which are splendidly placed. forces the Judge who has come in search credit for, so he sets on foot a little scheme The continuity of the film is unusual, of the girl to marry them. When the to make a man of him. The son is caught concealing the climax from the audience Sheriff and his posse arrive Jed and Nan in a “work or fight” raid and he is made to until the very end. again outwit them and the Sheriff, decid- fight in spite of himself. And after various The story concerns Jack Spencer, a ing that any one so clever deserves to trials and tribulations the “slacker” Wall Street man, and his wife, Eileen escape, gives up the chase. members of the family undergo a change Spencer, who enjoys the society of her Patrica Palmer, is a charming and of heart and all ends well. gay luxury-loving, card-playing friends. sympathetic “Rose of Wolfville.” The The humble forms of two hoboes, to Among them is Carter Ballantyne, an settings are true to the subject, and whom work is a total stranger, and who principal object in alleged novelist, whose are incidentally caught in a slacker raid, photography and direction splendid. sympathize with life is to entertain and furnishes a pleasing strain of comedy. imagine themselves neglected wives who Gus Alexander as Little Lefty, accom- by their busy husbands. Eileen is on the “FAN FAN”—Fox, five parts, featur- plishes a characterization that is in itself going with Ballantyne when ing Virginia Lee Corbin. Scenario by verge of away an achievement. Mitchell Lewis portrays he is not only financially Bernard McConville. Jack tells her that Big Steve Reardon with a sense of ap- that unless he can have a ruined, but preciation of the part that is excellent CAST Paris operate on his famous surgeon in and Ida Darling, well-poised, performs Corbin, Francis Carpenter, blind as a result of the Virginia Lee eyes, he will become the unpleasant part of the mother com- Carmen DeRue, Violet RadclifEe, Bud nervous strain brought on by his failure. Messinger and Joe Singleton. mendably. Eileen, realizing the value of her husband’s “Fan Fan,” presented by a cast of love, desperately determines to save him. juveniles, is a notable piece of work from She is then a ready victim for the scheme "THE GROUCH”—World, five parts, every angle of photoplay artistry. It is of Dolly Page, a social butterfly, whereby featuring Montagu Love and Dorothy a delightful little Japanese tale, which they will make money by systematically Green. Story by Forest Halsey; scenario is presented with all the splendor of the cheating at social card games. by Clara S. Beranger. orient and, in spite of the elaborate pre- The concluding action presents a series sentation, the directors have never lost of surprising situations developed out of CAST sight of the story. The theme is really this complication and affords many tense- Montagu Love, Dorothy Green, Albert enhanced by the lavish production. ly dramatic moments. Hart, John Davidson, Florence Billings, Arda La Croix, George De Carlton, and Hanki Pan, prince of Japan, falls in love role fits the star and the star fits The Margaret Linden. with Fan Fan, conveniently losing sight of the role; her beauty, charm, attractive the fact that his honorable father has gowns and ability to wear them, making Just from what source “The Grouch” planned a marriage between him and Hon- her ideal for such a part. The proof of the derived its name is not to be proved by orable Lady Shoo, whom he dislikes. De- effectiveness of her performance is in the viewing the new World release and, while serting his station, Hanki Pan, in disguise, fact that not once does she lose sympathy. it is not entirely free from the incon- seeks Fan Fan, but her father on his Miss Calvert’s supporting cast is sistencies which have a habit of creeping deathbed has promised her as a bride to excellent. David Powell appears to very into stories of domestic complications, the Chief Executioner. Despite the plans good advantage and Thomas Holding in it is a novel story with a splendid character- of their fathers Fan Fan and Hanki Pan a villain’s role is right in his element. Ida ization. Love and revenge are blended in elope, and in order to escape their followers Darling, Walter Heirs and Hazel Aiden a fashion that produces an interesting they obtain employment at a tea garden complete a splendid cast. piece of fiction. as entertainers. Montagu Love gives a characteristic Here they are discovered by Lady Shoo performance as Donald Graham, a business and the Executioner. Fan Fan is then “SAFE FOR DEMOCRACY” — J. man, who has become a social outcast carried away, while Hanki Pan is still Stuart Blackton production, six parts, through the intrigue of his wife and John pursued by his intended bride. Meanwhile featuring Mitchell Lewis. Story and Cabin Branch, a financier. Graham had the Executioner, having been ordered to scenario by Anthony Paul Kelly. been sent to jail on a trumped-up charge him his wife had obtain a victim for an execution within CAST and after divorcing twenty-four hours, selects Hanki Pan. His married Branch. After his release Graham Lewis, Ruby de Remer, Gus honorable father arrives in time, however, Mitchell drifts to the South, where he befriends Alexander, Ida Darling, Helen Ferguson, Okfees, wild to postpone the execution, and he gives the John P. Wade, Eugene Strong, John Golds- Fleurette, one of the a Executioner his choice between being exe- worthy, John W. Martin, Sidney D’Albrook, piratical people who inhabit the swamps, Aubrey Beattie. cuted himself or marrying Lady Shoo. As Bernard Randall and when she escapes from the undesired at- the lesser of two evils, the Executioner First of all a propaganda vehicle, tentions of the chief. She forces him to chooses Lady Shoo, and Hanki Pan is dealing with the “work or fight” order, let her stay. Later he marries her. finally happily united with Fan Fan. “Safe for Democracy” is an excellent Then he is recognized as heir to his Virginia Lee Corbin shows genuine illustration of killing two birds with a uncle’s fortune and returning to New York ability in the title role of Fan Fan. single stone. Commodore Blackton, who he begins his campaign to ruin Branch Her acting is absolutely free from affecta- personally directed the production of the and take revenge on his wife. Mrs. ; DECEMBER, 1918 35