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of the SCREEN
Their children fear that they will unexpectedly meet them
By A. L. Wooldridge
"It's one of the most terrifying pictures he ever made," Doris says. "At the same time, it's a magnificent piece of artistry."
Will Doris Kenyon ever show this picture to her son? Would you, if you were in her place? Will she chance leaving an impression on her boy's mind that his daddy was that hulking, bullying, snarling "salt" seen driving men about in "The Sea Wolf"?
Kenyon, a manly, courteous little fellow, had drifted back from his archery and was listening.
"Kenyon," I said, "do you remember your father?"
"Indeed I do," he replied. "I remember him well."
"And what do you recall most?" I continued.
Without a moment's hesitation he said:
"His carrying me in his arms through the gardens and telling me about the flowers — and the trees, and the things that grow."
"I purpose keeping remembrances of his father about him always," Doris said.
She arose and brought a book which, she said, is her son's individual property. On the first
Wally and Elsie Ferguson from "Forever." Dorothy Davenport Reid has a print, and some day, if Wallace Jr. wants to, he'll see it
page is a picture of Sills holding Kenyon in his arms, a baby. It was the last one taken of the two together. Then there was a letter written by Prof. Albert Einstein, another by George Arliss, a third by Sir James Jeans, and so on. A carefully preserved letter written by Milton who was aboard a train the night Kenyon was born, said, in part:
May 6, 1927.
Wally Reid, Jr. has more than a hint of his noted father in his looks. He remembers Wally, too — but what a heartache it gives him to see his father's films!
Fred Thomson was one of the cleanest men that ever graced a screen. But his son may at some time see Fred as the notorious! outlaw Jesse James!
Kenvon Clarence Sills.
Dear Sir: As I have not yet had the pleasure of meeting you. I address you thus. (There follows a beautiful tribute to the mother who suffered so to bring him into the world. The letter concludes as follows:)
As for my part, we will be rivals for your mother's affections. You will be the well-spring of our happiness, whereas I will merely be a tiny rivulet from which she will occasionally quaff. May all the blessings attend you from this moment into a very ripe and mellow old age when the undersigned will be but a memory — if that.
Your Father.
A letter from his mother also is in the treasured
book. [ PLEASE TURN" TO PACE 102 ]