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A Woman: A Chaplin Comedy
(ESSANAY)
By B. Quade
Charlie Chaplin as a woman. Makes you want to giggle, doesn't it ? But there was nothing funny in it for Charlie, because he made up as a woman to get out of the worst batch of trouble he had ever gotten himself into. Nevertheless, it is funny for you, who are just looking on at him. Charlie began flirting with girls. Then he got into the mess and made a woman of himself to avoid being discovered. After that he simply couldn't help flirting with the men. Then it is just one laugh after another.
ON a bench in the park three people, a man, a woman, and a young and beautiful girl, were sitting.
They were husband, wife, and daughter. On one side of the man, his wife slept. On the other, his daughter also slumbered. The man's head swayed drowsily; his chin bobbed down on his breast; he was just about to join them in the land of dreams. And then suddenly he became wide awake.
Along the park walk, a young lady came strolling. She was fashionably — another woman might have said flashily— dressed. Also, she was pretty. Not more so than the man's daughter. But then she was not his daughter. And that made all the difference.
The man sat up straight on the bench and brushed the ends of his bushy mustache with a flourish. As the young lady passed, taking advantage of the fact that his wife and daughter on either side of him were asleep, he lowered one eyelid and raised it again.
The girl turned around and winked back.
The man slid forward to the edge of the bench. He looked down at his wife. Her eyes were closed, without a flicker of the lids, and even as he glanced at her, a faint but unmistakable snore floated from between her slightly parted
lips. He looked at his daughter next. She, too, was still sound asleep. Rising cautiously from the bench between them,
he stole away from the seat on his tiptoes— after the girl who had answered his wink in kind. ^
Charlie, with a smile, closed the door— and still the "woman" beside him never moved.