Pictures and the Picturegoer (October 1915 - March 1916)

[>K< -\S. 1915 207 PICTURES AINU 111E PICIUREGOTR my dentil someone would throw picture away, nnd would uol t ; 1 K ■ ■ ,i> id r:n . of it .1 — 1 I11 [will send it hack to you. and I want yOu to keep >r me, 1 ha> e ue\ er had t lie. cbnnce ; you, but yon imi9t lie good nnd meet me 111 heaven, I nm sending yon with your picture n lell iddi et sed c iru Please mail it back to me, so 1 will know yon received it, I « ill close < lod bl ss you. Tluv is what 1 have always bad in prayer, for j 011 ! " A. thirteen-year-old schoolgirl in Texa9 I e "1 am onlj a schoolgirl of thirteen, mil ns a hero mj heart goes out to you. Please do not laug 1 at mj hi meet admiration. I'd love to be the girl in ir alius, but I'm only an awkward being." A dear old ladj in Kentucky, who was too feeble to attend pioture-tbenti but on rare occasions, wrote this "Excuse me for writing, as 1 am a Btranger to you ; but 1 feel that I have known you all my lit'.'. 1 would like you i" do me a favour ami send me le of the names of the pictures that you are in. as 1 a in too old and feeble to down town to and out where you will be. It' 1 knew the names of the pictures 1 could find them in the paper every morning. The reason 1 take an interest in you i thai you look 1 1 much like mj on n boj who is gi mo fn >w> I have s it nmnj hires, I i« Samson three 1 i 1 want to answer a » but usual ijuesl i.>n I .1 in uol m 1 have mj mother. Then I am .1 t 1 tian. Iki\ iug I u born thus, nnd up to t he present have not c maiden d serionslj becomingcouverted to the II. I 1 Mohainedan. or Pagan faith, I t.ike pride in rising to m .-I tim t hat I ha\ e ne\ er seen t he inside 1 if n gaol, I have ri tver been arrested for liorsoBtealing o« anj other misdemeanour, and 1 am not ,1 bigamist. I am 1 BionatelJ fond of outdoor life ..' chicken's, horses, green fields, and sunshine. I love them all. Here, then, end the littl" acoounl o£ mj life. If these few lilies make our friendship, yours and mine, the □ real, then they ha\e served their purpose well. And 111 ih let mesa] that my Christmas is going to b ■ bj the fireside, 1 i \ ii>ir the past all over again with my dear mother. This i the kind of Happy Christ mis 1 u ieh every one ol my friends may enjoy . ~~1oZwrtwj' CVYL MK, XtkKiOAN AG "SAMSON" in lamscn and Delilali, one of fanny farts which he likes best. Not Even a Kilt! CHRISTMAS: Well, the rummiest Christmas Eve I ever spent was waiting on the side of a draughty stage (there are no exceptions) five mhiutes before my appearance was due without any clothes. How was it done.? Simplest thing in the world. Upon my arrival at the theatre 1 had keen warned to looi after all my valuables', as some things had l»en stolen. The advice I followed implicitly. Disrobing in the usual way 1 bundled my clothes into my big theatrical hamper, and shutting down the lid, arid incidentally fastening the spri unlock, I sat upon it in oider to make some further changes. ■ Upon looking round for my dr --clothes 1 found they were not on tKeil customary peg; An icy chill swe] t me (I was undressed, remember) as I realised that T had locked them up in the hamper, with my street clothes and keys. Some terrible moments followed, and it was only owing to the generositj f a " stout" friend in need, who obliged with his own dress-suit (many sizes big), that the freezing and awkward situation was e\ entnally sa\ ed. finally a locksmith put the matter right %nd so prevented me making my del, tit as a fairy. THE VERV LATEST PORTi^lT OF J. WARREN KERRIGAN. /Z^r^T^ «^w//r^ ^