Motion Picture Story Magazine (Aug 1911-Jan 1912)

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As in a LookingGlass (Biograph) By STELLA MACHEFERT "0, wad some power the giftie gie us To see oursels as ithers see us! It wad frae mony a blunder free us And foolish notion." Robert Jenkins, if his opinion of himself were asked, would undoubtedly have replied that he was a "good fellow." To him and such as he consorted with at Max's bar, that term of ambiguous distinction smacked of the plaudits of ah interested world. But to the wife who waited at home, the dinner drying up on the stove, "good fellow" was synonymous with the one great trial of her life. Robert Jenkins had been a conscientious husband and father until the occasional nips he took as "bracers" after a hard business day insidiously created an appetite for strong drink. His home made less and less of an appeal to him, and he took the independent stand that a man must live a man's life and not be restricted by a woman and kids. He found gratifying support of his liberal platform at Max's, where the insurgent attitude toward duty and decency flaunted itself in sordid conviviality. After one of these sociable little occasions at the sloppy bar, a couple of friends, a little less chaotic as to mind and less erratic as to footing, convoyed the resisting Jenkins to his gate. Here he was cast adrift, and, mechanically, he reeled into the house. His stumbling entrance had been unheard, owing to the loud and emphatic protests that ten-year-old IVll JENKINS, INTOXICATED, QUARRELS WITH HIS WIFE 121