The Moving Picture Weekly (1916-1917)

26 — THE MOVING PICTURE WEEKLY "BACK TO THE KITCHEN." Marie Walcamp and Eddie Polo still pulling the crowds— still a big money-maker for thousands of Exhibitors because it's a play that folks want to see — the type of story that gets under the skin — the 20 Episode Serial of action — speed and thrills. It offers you 20 weeks of sure capacity. If you have already run it you ought not to need any urging to BOOK IT REPEAT. Write or wire your nearest Universal Exchange, or get in touch with the UNIVERSAL FILM MANUFACTURING CO., Carl Laemmle, President, "The largest Film Manufacturing Concern in the Universe," 1600 Broadway, New York. (Copyright 1917. L-Ko Komedy Co., Inc.) "Mr. Halley, you may as well get busy and mop up this floor," says Mrs. Halley to her hesitating spouse. "All right, dearie," husband Halley meekly makes response. Of the Halley family, Mrs. Halley comprises about nine-tenths. Her henpecked husband comprises the other tenth. In Husky Hector, pampared son of the Justice of the Peace, Mrs. Halley sees her ideal man. She slips By Warren Schoene. Joker Comedy, with Scenario by Tom Gibson. Produced by Allen Curtis. CAST. Mrs. Halley Gale Henry Mr. Halley Milton Sims Husky Hector Charles Haefli One, a rival of Hector's, is the Mayor of the town. Bad blood develops between the rivals with the Justice taking the part of his son. Hector. Hubby's insurance money is paid to the lonesome widow and Hector at once offers his hand and heart, which Mrs. Halley accepts. In the mountains, whither they have gone. Hubby and his friend find themselves deserted by their burro, after losing all their money. Perforce, they must walk back to town and they start. Much changed in both mind and body. Hubby arrives at home. off to keep a clandestine appointment with him. Hubby discovers it and, in pleading with his wifie not to leave him, is thrown into the lake. His wife thinks he has been drowned and sorrows for him, while Hubby, crawling out of the lake, meets a friend who has wanted him to go on a hunting trip. He had no chance to get away before. So Hubby grabs this one. Mrs. Halley, believing herself a widow, has no scruples about accepting the attentions of several suitors. Like Enoch Arden of old, he looks in the window. There is his wife — his widow, as she thinks, dressed in bridal finery, and there at her feet kneels Hector, his hated rival. Shall he leave them alone? Shall he be a modem Enoch Arden? Ah. no! Revenge! Revenge! The footsteps of the parson approaching interrupt Mr. Halley's vengeful thoughts and quicken his resolve. Slipping in the back way he enters the sitting-room, and slips in back of the life-sized portrait of himself, which is the principal adornment of the fond widow's parlor. Taking out his jacknife, he deftly cuts out the face of the portrait and inserts his ovm as the bridal party lines up in front of the portrait. Sympathetically the widow's eyes turn to the portrait of her late husband. Instead of meeting the usual meek and submissive look of Halley, her eyes find the same features, but twisted into an expression of fiendish hatred. Of course, the wedding busts up in a hurry, and poor Mrs. Halley makes the best of her husband's return. But hubby is strangely changed in temperament. Instead of being one-tenth of the family combination he is nine-tenths, and orders Mrs. Hollev back into the kitchen.