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The Making of a Man
(Biograph)
By LEONA RADNOR
The taste of Scubville in matters dramatic was a long call from the fastidious. The respectable little village liked to be thrilled by the contemplation of deeds that Scubville never had been and never wonld be called upon to witness in real life. And if there was one organization better equipped than another to excite Scnbvillians with lurid performances of impossible heroes, inhuman villains, and superhuman heroines, the Morton Trav e r Repertoire Conip any certainly deserved that distinction.
Morton Traver himself was a fine enough looking chap — a big fellow who ' ' dressed up" well. Aside from his good looks, there was not much to Traver. He was of the negative type so prevalent in the profession. And w it h his abundant lack of positive qualities was coupled the usual f a t u i ty. From his sordid, cheap existence
— even from its hardships and its brooding hours — he had derived but a superficial knowledge of life. Nothing fundamental, nothing abysmal had ever claimed the consideration of his flabby mind. He was well content with his vapid hero parts, and they had a worthy exponent in Morton Traver.
Scubville voted him a great art or, and, gratified by the enthusiasm of its
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audiences, he strutted and played with emphasized affectation. On one triumphal evening, as he answered the repeated curtain calls, he caught a glimpse, over the dim footlights, of a rapt young face in which large, blue eyes shone misty with emotion. A nimbus of golden hair framed the face and made it the more youthful and appealing. It was fresh and sweet and innocent, and Traver involuntari ly sought it each time the curtain rose.
The girl's escort noticed the actor's glance and the impression working on the girl. He was not pleased, and, with, the privilege of an acknowledged "beau," he w a x e d sareastic as they filed out of the "Opry House."
"It's lots of fun for a feller to take a girl to a show just so 's she can flirt w i t h another feller, I dont think!"
"Why, Sa m
Perry, what do
indignantly retorted Hie
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you mean girl.
"You know what T mean, all right, Ruth Merritt! 1 saw you and that actor making eyes at each other. I didn't think you'd do such a thing!"
"Why, Sam Perry, how can you say such a thing.' I did nothing of the kind!"
And thus they wrangled like a couple of katydids all the way to