Motion Picture Magazine, July 1914 (1914)

EXTRACTS FROM TEE DIARY OF MART FULLER 83 fast of porridge, two eggs, milk, toast and jelly, I hurried down to work. My studio frowned down on me with a 9.45 a. m. look. Dear studio—a part of my warm life! Mabch 31st. —Owing to the wreckage in the studio, we worked at the old Bio- graph on Fourteenth Street today. It is a small place, but rather homelike, and one's forces seem more concentrated—the way I prefer to work. The rooms, not haying been used for some time, smelled dank and musty, and all the ghosts of former Biograph days came and leaned over my shoulder and told me interesting things as I sat in the dressing-room waiting for my cue. It was like con- quering Time to go back and live with the spirits of the past. Lovely was there in the springtime of youth; and in his poetic beauty, as he ap- peared in "The Oath and the Man"; and tall , recalling the first time I saw him on the screen, in satin coat and buckled shoes, bless- ing a child at a church corner, in the snow; and . like a lily fair; and the keen-eyed one whom—j So many interesting shadows, I was sorry to leave them at 11 p. m., when our work was finished and we started for home. April 1st. —I was buttonholed at lunch today by . How tedious some people are without knowing it! He can talk more in a minute than any one else in a month, and when started on experi- ences there is no stopping him. I was conducted verbally on an extensive shop- ping tour down Sixth Avenue, visited the bargain counters, had soda water at Riker's and ended up at the Hippodrome, regaled minutely with each act Yes, you would describe him as voluble. "X" is very good to me. He surprised me with some lovely handkerchiefs. I told him it wasn't my birthday, to which he replied he would look up the Saints' calendar and find one of my relatives as honoring that date, and for me to accept them in her stead. April 2nd. —I was awakened this morn- ing by the cawing of crows. I leaned on my elbow and looked out of my window and listened to what they were calling to each other. The air was fresh and full of damp, flying clouds around my window, and I could smell the spring growing in the grass. What a longing for I-know- not-what possessed my soul! Half-re- membered things from the past touched my hair; childish d r e a m s floated back to mo. and that sobbing Something, always in my heart, awoke anew. Why is man- kind tortured with a yearning for the vague unattainable? Is it a memory of a thrice-happy state we have known in other incarnations? I suppose some pro- saic persons would say it was one's liver out of order. Aran, 3rd. —"X" sent me flowers again today. Lovely Easter lilies, calla lilies, red roses, lilies of the valley, yellow roses, tulips, jonquils and mign- onette. He is very generous. I love them so. They and a few, cut-out mag- azine pictures I tacked up are the only things I look at in the room. The wall-paper is a chocolate brown (no wonder I have the jim-jams). Some clay I am going to have my own estab- lishment: light-papered, dainty bedrooms, with filmy window-curtains and lots of flowers; quiet, somber sitting-rooms, where I can study, dream and scold myself, when necessary, without distraction. An au- tomobile? To be or not to be; that has been the question for some time. I had a whim that I didn't want one unless gave it to me (not as a matter of economy, but as a matter of sentiment), but I suppose that is absurd. I wish I could afford a large mansion. What delight to live in a place— (To be continued next month)