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THE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE
"This is the way your — mother — " Then the little woman hurried away from her, pausing at the door for a last look into the cold, uncomprehending eyes of the child.
Her cough and sobs, growing feebler, were echoed back to Owens
for several minutes, as he stood there in the outer doorway, looking out with misty eyes.
' ' Oil and water 's what I says from the first," he muttered, closing and barring the massive doors; " 'taint
The Moving Picture Girl
By H. W. CLAIRBORNE
young man once was smoking
His one last cigaret, And in the rising smoke of it
He tried hard to forget The throw down that he'd gotten,
And he sighed, with head awhirl "I want some one to love me
Like a Moving Picture girl."
Yes, the little girl he loved so
Had cruelly thrown him down, And as he sat and thought of it,
The thought caused him a frown. He remembered that his salary
Was all spent in giddy whirl, And he sighed for one to love him like
A Moving Picture girl.
I guess he's not the only one
Who, feeling sad and blue, Has wished some little brunette girl
Would love him and be true. I guess I've often dreamed, myself,
Of witching eye and curl, And wished some one would love me
Like a Moving Picture girl.
The Parson's Picture Show
By FRANK W. STERNS
Oh, we*never#had a bit o' use fer folks who peddled tracts,
Longfeatured fellers buttin' in, to criticize our acts.
In consequence, it seldom took us boys o' Roarin' Shout
More than a minute an' a half to make 'em face about
An' hoof it hastily from camp ; quite frequent, we would play
A "six-gun tune" aroun' their feet, to speed 'em on their way.
But sence thef smilin' parson chap dropped into Roarin' Shout, An' showed them pictur's o' th' things th' others told about, We've got to thinkin', most o' us, an' to ourselves we've put Th' question: "Aint there more in life than cards an' tanglefoot?' Them pictur's portrayed stories thet wuz plain to a7.l an' each ; Onselfishness, love, kindness, they wuz shorely meant to teach. Th' things we'd never cared about, er understood, some way, In Movin' Pictur's beautiful wuz made as plain as day. We didn't need no lecture fer to grasp th' stories' trend — Th' pictur's did th' tellin', from beginnin' to th' end. We went in rompin' roughly, but we came out walkin' slow ; We entered laughin' loudly, but we came out talkin' low.
We aint a-singin' hymns today, ner kneelin' 'roun' in prayer, But most o' us are tryin' fer to live more on th' square ; We've got a firmer holt upon th' Golden Rule, I know, Sence th' day th' trav'llin' parson gave a Movin' Pictur' show.