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A Chat with G. M. Anderson
("Broncho Billy")
By ROBERTA COURTLANDT
When I announced my intention of interviewing ' ' Broncho Billy," my friends laughed heartily. The idea of me, a girl, succeeding where numbers of men, old in the game of interviewing, had failed! Nay, nay, 'twere preposterous ! All of which I heard, but heeded not. Donning my best bib and tucker, my chin set obstinately, I set out. And before I had returned to the hotel, the interview reposed coyly between the pages of my notebook, couched in the undecipherable hieroglyphics of s h o r thand.
I did not go to the studio for my interview. I went to Mr. Anderson's hotel, waited until he appeared, had myself introduced by a mutual friend (who was a friend indeed that day), and a few moments later found us all (I shall mention no names, save that of Mr. Anderson) seated at a table in the hotel dining-room cussing a delicious dinner.
Almost eight years ago this selfsame Gilbert Maxwell Anderson, otherwise known as " Broncho Billy," wrote and directed the first Motion Picture of cowboy life ever made.
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Also, he played the leading part. And ever since then he has written, produced and played the lead in almost all of the Western plays produced by the Essanay Company. He has written and produced one Western picture each week for the past seven and a half years. So I say, hats off to "Broncho Billy," the idol of small boys, girls, and big men and women.
He is a native of Arkansas (in deference to his wishes I shall not be more specific), and all his life he has been devoted to the circus. As a small boy he received many "lickings" for this fondness, since it so often resulted in his playing "hooky'5 from school 'and being altogether "no 'count" on the red-1 e 1 1 e r day when the great tented aggregation chanced to stop off in his town. His father used to shake his head in sorrow and remark to the other home-folks that he was afraid "that boy" would never amount to anything.
He joined a school of acting and, after graduating, drifted to New York, as so many famous (and a lot who aren't famous) folk have done before him. His chance to take up