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Making a Million Dollar Picture
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and what part the pretty Annette Kellermann and splendid Bill Shay took in it. I will say, however, that it will show them to the American public in a way never before thought of.
Before I returned to the good old U. S. A., Mr. Brenon and his staff bade me an affectionate farewell, and had me understand how really glad they were to have had this opportunity of showing me their masterpiece in the making. Several players who were free for the day went to the boat with me. It was a merry crowd, while it lasted, and I was sorry to leave them, even though I heard Broadway "calling me."
Finally I was on the boat, trying to remember some of the hundred messages I was to take to friends and relatives in New York. As we left the pier, I answered with my handkerchief
the waving hands of the players, and listened to the strains of "Auf Weidershen," which the gentle breezes wafted to my eager ears from the cafe at the dock.
Losing sight of the players as they faded from view, I turned my gaze on old Fort Augusta, where the greatest mimic battle of all times had been waged. All the years of assault it had suffered during the days of the Spanish Main had not placed as much of a mark on it as had the forces under the command of General Brenon, U. S. A.
Going to my cabin, I thought deeply over this marvelous picture and the strides that have been made in the art of the photo play, and tried to prepare myself to wait, in patience, for this, the greatest feature film in the history of the world.
WHAT ARE THEY TALKING ABOUT? When a constellation of screen stars, such as this one, which consists, s'arting at the left, of Lillian Gish, Fay Tincher, Dorothy Gish, Constance Talmadge and Mildred Harris, gets together, what they may talk about is quite a question. From the expression of Dorothy Gish, who is the center of attraction, it must be mighty interesting. Perhaps it is about her last scene, or maybe about the censorship question —and then again, it might be something you said in that letter you sent her. It is a terrible advantage these screen players have of being able to talk while you watch them, and yet not let you hear. But what they say is a secret of their own, and the best any one can do is guess.