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“What do I cook?” asked the girls.
“Potatoes and roast beef, something to make you work harder.”
And so we have a perfectly good photograph of Lillian basting the roast (all reports to the contrary, she knows how to baste them, too), and Dorothy peeling the potatoes. The maid had already peeled enough for dinner, so Dorothy decided that she’d Hooverize and just scrape the skin off the one she is holding. But here is proof positive that the Sisters Gish, who dwell within the star deeps, are earthly human beings who know the kitchen mechanism just like other girls.
“Is that enough?” they asked, when the camera-man had said “still” for the last time.
“For a start. What else do you have for dinner?”
“Why,” said Dorothy, “I don’t know what we’ll have. That’s up to mother and the girl.”
“Let’s look in the ice-box,” said Lillian.
And the camera-man caught ’em again in a pose that looks just as if they were going to do the cooking themselves.
“Where do we go from here?” asks Dorothy.
“I’ve only ten more minutes,’’ remarks Lillian.
The afternoon was progressing wonderfully. It was time to take Dorothy doing some sweeping.
Lillian said, “I must go now. Is the car outside?” It was not outside. Lillian sat down on the step and {Continued on page 79)
she knows that’s the last word.”
So we went out to the Gishes and telephoned for the photographer-man, who is surprisingly on the job every
time any one is doing something that would look well in print.
The day was Sunday. “The Hope Chest” had been finished the afternoon before. Miss Lillian dijjin’t have to go to work until 2.30, so everything started off right.
“First we’ll take you cooking,” said the P. A.
By E. M. ROBBINS
(Fifty-five)