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Have you ever seen an Egyptian mummy ?
Doubtless you have, and so have I — lots of them — and I most candidly confess that I did not like the look of them a bit.
But have you ever seen an Egyptian mummy brought back to life? No, I feel sure you haven't. Well, that was my peculiar experience the other day. Not only was the mummy brought back to life and a brief second earthly existence, but it — or rather she — was the most alluring resuscitated mummy that the eye of man could well imagine or ever hope to see again. And who do you think this beautiful Egyptian Princess was — this Princess of a few thousand years or so ago?
You could never guess in a month of Sundays, so I will tell you.
Miss Edith Storey.
Yes, it is a fact. When I went wandering around the studios of the Yitagraph Company the other day looking for Miss Storey and a prospective interview, I was directed to a certain scene-set, from behind which came sounds that suggested that a
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murder was in progress, or at least that some one was being roundly berated in most forcible and picturesque language. However, my first inclination to "beat it" and take to the tall timbers of Flatbush was somewhat modified when a courteous attendant informed me that it was only Tony Moreno emphasizing a piece of effective screen business thru a stage telephone. "Silent drama" — Ye gods! I have since learnt that when there are several rehearsals in progress at once in a Moving Picture studio, a stranger to the ways of the "movies" behind the scenes would almost imagine that bedlam were let loose. But "that's another Storey."
Reassured by the attendant, I became bolder and drew near, when suddenly a portion of the second part of "The Dust of Egypt" burst upon my view, and thereupon I introduced myself to Mr. George Baker, the able director and all-round good fellow, who was rehearsing a scene between Miss Storey and Mr. Moreno.
It was during the occasional breaks in the piece that I had an opportunity of speaking with the Egyptian Prin