The Photo-Play Journal (Jul 1919-Feb 1921)

July, igig PHOTO-PLAY JOURNAL 21 moua ^waa^oiv H* CJ^ Ctdel Clautdn jYtnia^aMeu, GLORIA SWAN SONCHINESE LOTUS A starlit Oriental night, where, by the river's brim, Seductive poppies blow: anon a matin hymn From alien feathered throat Proclaims the coming dawn — / still my boat, And, mid the silken blossoms on the shore, I find a star — one fairy Lotus and no more. It is like you: Its petals fair Delicately wrought by God's own hand. No daintier than you — / leave it there, A prayer for those who understand. LILA LEE—VIOLET Open your eyes, my sweet, daytime is dawning — Open your lips, my sweet, join in the song Sung by a thousand throats up in the treetops. Youth is your portion — you sleep overlong. Soft are your eyes, my sweet, soft as the violet, Sweet is your breath as the blossom's perfume. IVouldl might woo you with sonnet of triolet — Bury my heart in your soul's saintlv bloom. ETHEL CLAYTON— ROSE Somezvhere in my book of memory I've read the story of a mossy wall Beneath whose shade I sat in silent reverie, And heard the soft voiced woodbird's matin call. Upon the aged stones with moss entwining A single rose had blossomed— fragrant, fair. I gazed into its heart as if divining The secret of its beauty hidden there. VIVIAN MARTINMARGUERITE Do you love me, lady mine? This blossom tells me that you do. Would you leave me here to pine, Just to go on loving you? She loves me, ah, she loves me not, Must I then believe the flower Leave you in this garden spot Though I love you ever hour? ANN LITTLE— CALIFORNIA POPPY Upon a softly sloping hillside Whence I gaze upon the sea, You stand, arms filled with golden beauty. Will you give one flower to me? Poppies golden as the sunshine Shining 'gainst your dusky hair Fair buccaneer, that I might call you mine, There's nothing that I ivould not dare! WANDA HAW LEY— PANSY Smiling lips and dimpled cheeks, Eyes where hidden laughter lies, To your heart my heart speaks, Seeks an answer in your eyes, Seeks an answer, finds it not, Cruel one, your lips beguile, For I am rooted to this spot. Blooming but a little while. Al Cinema ^Bouquet « By ADAM HULL SHIRK ELSIE FERGUSONJASMINE White as thy brow, unclouded by a single care, Fragrant as the perfume from thy hair. I place these jasmine flowers at thy feet, My heart, fair one, long since have I laid there. MARGUERITE CLARKBLUEBELL You may not come from Scotland, That matters not to be. There's something Scotch about you Like the heather of Dundee. You remind me of the bluebell, Daintiest flower in the dell, And I ken there's no maid sweeter, An' indeed I ken it well! SHIRLEY MASONDAISY Sparkling in the field of scented clover, Brightly shining through the day Kissed by vagrant bees — each rover Halts his flight to homage pay — Have you smiles for every sweetheart? Would that I might fly to you, Know the sweetness of your presence: Would your promise prove untrue? DOROTHY D ALTONSUNFLOWER Radiant, joy-laden, symbol of gladness, Facing thy king enthroned upon high — Such beauty as thine might drive mortals to madness, Thy charms like the sun's rays quite dazzle the eye. ENID BENNETTLILY CF THE VALLEY Daintily, modestly, why do you hang your head? What is the secret you fain would impart? Have you a lover, some bold, errant rover, Whose words of delight have sunk deep in your heart? Tell me your secret, trust me to keep it hid: None from my lips shall learn aught that thou tell. What? You are smiling! Ah, and your cheeks are red — No need to speak, for I know the tale ivell. ason, UfxA. DennetT SSafcf'