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PICTURES AND THE PICTUREGOER.
Belgians uro Pbsncb Ld w\. i UK BuBNnra CiTTs Blanche Sweet
1 Cross Nurse in Stolen Goods, ;i coming til in.
Even in tin big; battle-scenes of The Warrens of Virginia he was not a bit flustered."
Miss Sweel paused a moment as she threw back her head to view her makeup in the mirror, and I noted that, although slim, she had the true athletic figure of the American woman.
yon fond of sports j " I asked, a little irrelevantly, perhaps.
"' Indeed I am," came the ready reply. " I go to all kinds of sports. That is, I
intend to go in for all kinds, but I never seem to have the. time. 1 am dri\ ing my own ear now. I have an owner's and a driver's licence. I'll never forget the day I went down to get my driver's licence. I wanted to drive up to the place in such a grand manner they would come out and beg me to accept a licence with their compliments. Naturally I was nervous, and nearly wrecked a couple of telegraph poles before I finally managed to stop in front of the place. I am all right now."
I happened to note a surreptitious
glance at the watch on milady's wrist , and suspected that I was hindering work.
"I would like to ask you on>' more question, Miss Sweet," I said as I rose to go, li Are you married or not F "
She looked at me with just the least suspicion of coyness in her bright, laughing eyes, '".l am only eighteen, remember ! "
M. Owston-Bootii
"PICTURES" POEMS
No. 6. OUR NEW PIANIST.
A\rHEN Reggio Brown first appeared in ' * our town
He shone with the blaze of a comet ; And the ladies declared when his playing
they heard, That he hadn't an equal— far from it! He would skilfully play half the night and
the day Pyrotechnic festoons of arpeggios ; And our manager said he would wager his
head There never was music like Reggio's.
But one night there came here a new ladycashier,
■Who resided at Tooting, near London ;
And poor Reggio fell to her magical spell.
So much so that his genius was undone.
His absurdly sad eyes to the screen wouldn't rise
(Proving clearly how Cupid can harm us),
His attention would flee from the best comedy,
And he never looked once at the dramas.
It was awkward because the result of it was His music lost all application ;
For a chanson d'amour becomes rather a bore In a scene of acute animation. Any critic could tell— or a novice as well, Or a schoolboy without much acumenThere is something quite wrong with the
pianist's song "When he helps out a comic with Schumann.
Or supposing we'd one, say a film of a Hun
Executing a babe with a sabre ;
"Well, it's not a propos— to the point, don't
you know — To be tinkling the
"Last "Waltz" of
"Weber. Thus she wielded
fell sway, though
no person could
say How our patrons so
mildly endured
him ; Till the manager
said: "You must
both get you wed ! '• And the consequence
was— well, it cured
him ! "
"BRIAN."