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Grand Crossing^ Tfmpressions
V,
'Delight ^Evans
IJAKRV CAREY * '■ W'jLS. Threi-Dctp in Kids. Small Boys Who Wanted to Set him
Clo><--up, at hb Personal Appearance
They
Wen Disippointed. 1 Think.
One Told Me. Dksustedlv.
"Aw. he didn't
Wear Chap?, or
Tote a Gun. Or Xoihin':" Harrv Carev Said
Hed Be if he Would.
1 Thought
Id Try .Again, at his Hotel.
.Nfrrting .Mother C
arty.
'\ou Know the Slogan For Harr>-s Pictures, is ■".Action
From Start lo Finish I' That P. A. Was .\o .Ananias.) I Got There At Twelve SharpHe was Breakfasting •Wal." he Said. •I Spoke at Ten Theatres Li^ Nit'ht and I Fingered
I .\t.r|irl the Rc^l ••
Harr> has A Piajn Hone*t I n\-;irTii5hcd Face, and The .Manner that Goes with it He Said
He Wouldn't Be LoneNo— he was Goine Riehi 0\er And fLive his Picture Taken With the Mayor of Chicaeo—
Chicago, the Grand Qossing; the transferpoint for players on their riittings from coast to coast.
Chicago, a place where they change trains and. in the sad, mad scramble of luggage and luncli between, run
up to see "Photoplay."
Who Lsed to Be A Cow-puntiier,
A good cow-puncher, thev sav— How sad he changed occupations I 1 Didn't Want to See An aciive Man Like Mister Carey I'ose for a Still Portrait— so I I>i<in'i Go .Along I Knew if I Di,j, He'd .Never Forgive Me. Besides After that he H.id to .Meet His .Mother, at the StationHe hadn't Seen her Kor .Nine Years. N'aw." he Said, I Didn'i Know
\ Djrned Thing about the West
Ip till a Few Years Ago; but
I Learned —
The Ropi-s. and Ever'thine
I Could Make
Thirty a Month on a Ranch,
If I Ever Lose Out
In the Pitcher Game."
He's as Breezy
As if hed been Born on the i»e.Hrrt,
And Cradled in a Cactus Plant.
Mrs. Carey?
"Sure Thing!" as she'd Sav—
"Only—
Don't Tell ihem
He's Married.
They Want to Hear about him —
Not Me.
I'm Only hL« Wife."
"She's .A.^hamed of .Me."
Grinned her Lesser Half
"She knows a nawful lot."
She's a Little Blonde,
His Personal Manager,
And Boss
Of the Big Carey Ranch in Cal.
"Well," he Began Right Awav. "What did you Think of Mv Kid?" The KidGeorge Beban. Junior He Runs .Away with His Dad's Pfctiire. "Hearts of Men," — "Fact is. I Always Knew Heorge Jr.d Do It. If we Gave him a Chanre " Beban Is an .Artist who
*
.Never .Mentions Art. No— he'd a Heap Rather Talk About the Kid.
Directs his Own Stuff. Now
Ami his Life is .Noi .All Pergonal .Appearances. -' He's Perfectly Sane,
His Hat Fits',
He Puis Cream in hL. Tea, -And has Three Big Things To Think .About: His Wife. His Work. .And George, Jr. He's .Never Been in Italv. But Sunny Italy is in him. "Vep — he's a Gnat Kid!" Beban wa Pumping my Hanil— ".Ask Frank Keenan about him — Ask Washburn— and He's Got a Kid of hb Own. too — .Ask .Anybody in Hollywood. And Whai do y..u Thi'nk he Said to Me Before I Left California? "When you Come Back, Daddy, You'll be .Able lo Lick Bull Montana. I Hope!' ^'es — another Picture Soon — .And George'!! be in it — Watch Out for him I " George. Jr , U Fnur-and-a-Half, And "Rob White." for Short !
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