Picture Play Magazine (Mar-Aug 1916)

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36 The Ince Studios William S. Hart, who makes sterling Western pictures for Ince. He is described by one of his associates as "the most loved man on the place." The autos and ponies began to arrive from Culver City about three-forty-five, and for the next hour there was a steady stream of people pouring in. That day, Mr. Hart and Miss Markey had been over at Culver City with their company, as had H. B. Warner, another Broadway star. All arrived in the same car, and were closely followed by Bessie Barriscale and Frank Keenan, both of whom had been working in different pictures at the other studio. There was no confusion caused by the arrival of the other force of artists and workmen. Every one has a place assigned to them upon their arrival at Inceville, and that place is "home" while they are at the studios. I had been longing all day to talk with Mr. Ince, and one of his ever-pleasant press representatives had promised me that privilege the moment he was at leisure. When I saw 'the director general of this wonderful plant coming toward me, therefore, I knew that my wish was to be fulfilled. I was a little timid, I must admit, for I feared that a man with so many responsibilities on his shoulders would be inclined to be abrupt and absent-minded during an interview. To say I was surprised would be putting it m i 1 d 1 y , for Mr. Ince acted much like one of the press department himself when he w a s introduced. He told me of his activities, inquired how I had fared during my day's visit, and in every way made me feel as much at ease as if this was his sole duty. He suggested that we walk through Inceville, and I gladly agreed, for I felt sure he could point out much of interest that I had not seen before. "Does everything always run so smoothly and perfectly here as it seemed to run to-day?" I queried, as we started our walk. Mr. Ince smiled. "You should go into the projection room sometimes and see what flickers out on the screen. Just now we have a picture where the star wore white stockings — fatal to any screen picture — and the director didn't 'get' it until after several thousand dol