Motion Picture Story Magazine (Aug 1911-Jan 1912)

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NORMA OF NORWAY 87 IS and the rugs were thick and soft. And there, amid all the pretty paraphernalia with which the fond, expectant mother-heart bedecks her baby 's room, a tiny white cradle stood, with its snowy pillows undented by any wee, round head. With a rush of sudden tender understanding, Mrs. Mason bent and placed the child in the mother's outstretched arms. Norma 's joyful gratitude burst forth in a strange tongue, but the woman understood, for the language of mother-love is universal. Then, with faces full of radiant peace and contentment, Norma and Valdamar went out with the child, to begin their new life in the land of promise. Innocent Photoplay GOULD BARRATT Last night I went with them — the pictures were grand; The house was so crowded we all had to stand, But the pictures we saw were all up-to-date, With " Big-hearted Jim" and the "Primal Mate." "Tho Your Sins Be as Scarlet" was the next seen, With brightness and beauty it shone from the screen; Both Indians and scouts, with eyes bright and keen, Saw "The Rebel's Last Shot," 'twas a moonlight scene. The groans of the ocean and black floating cloud, The thunder's deep voice was raving aloud, The lowering tempest and the lisping rain, Then in a moment it was bright again — The rainbow's belt and moon's white arc Slipped over the hill, then all was dark. The most beautiful pictures are shown, each day, At this wonderful, innocent Photoplay.