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George Fawcett. who was of inestimable value to Griffith, towhose films he contributed many excellent characterizations—has himself turned to directing
The Grand Young Man of the Screen
You have gone into a picture-theater, and sat through a scenic, and dozed through a comedy, applauded the overture, and settled back with a smile to watch the feature come on. You've absorbed the credit lines: "Scenario by Blank; Direction by Notsogood; Art Work by Dr. DeBunk." Then you've waited. You have watched the introduction of an indifferently written and directed '"feature production," been disappointed in the slim chance it gives the star to remain a star — but often there was something that held you there until the finish. More often than not, that something Was a somebody: George Fawcett.
He has played the magnate countless times. He has been father to Dorothy Gish, Lillian, and Mae Marsh. He has played Bobby Harron's rural parent. Sometimes he isn't even as important as that : he may be only an irascible distant relative, an unruly uncle, or a bewhiskered bolshevist. But he is always worth staying through to see. He knows more about acting than many who are stars; more about direction than some stellar directors.
The first time I saw Fawcett in the flesh was in a crowded bus bumping its precarious way from the station out to the Griffith studio in Mamaroneck. Mid-winter, in the East's worst weather for years. Even.-body was jounced about within the narrow confines like so many acting sardines: Norman Trevor and Basil Sydney of Doris Keane s "Romance" company; Chct Withcy. who was directing "Romance;" Dick Barthelmess. And. huddled away over in a corner. George Fawcett. He looked cold; his fine face had settled into tired lines. Suddenly (he bus drew up with a sickcninc lurch; a little girl got in. loaded down with bags and suitcase. Fawcett didn't hesitate; he scrambled up before any of the other men could get on their feet, shoved the little girl into his seat, and clung to a strap the rest of the way.
Fawcett left the Griffith organization after a long period
George Fawcett laid a.-^ide the makeup to take up the megaphone.
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