Film Fun (Jan - Dec 1916)

When Charles Ray, the leading Inceville juvenile actor who did such splendid work in "The Coward," went off and was quietly married, he promised to send a picture of himself and the new Mrs. Charlie. Here is the result, and Charles swears it is NOT his fault. A Martyr to the Cause CHE DESERVES a better job than she has, this little motion picture girl who was hurrying to her apartment with an agonized look on her face. Some day, when she is a leading lady, we will print her name; but just now she says too much publicity would hurt her job rather than help her. It seems odd that too much publicity can retard success, but sometimes it does. Anyway, she was hitting the high places from the Fort Lee ferry for a subway when she told the story, between hops. "I mustn't complain," she pointed out, "because I might lose my job, and it is the first real good chance I've had in the pictures. I'd have marched straight through those Canada thistles if it had killed me. Oh, my land, my poor ankles! Wait till I tell you the story. "You know that scene in 'The Warning,'" she sighed, "where the spirits of the blessed are going up the hillside, while other spirits doomed to the realms of Hades are wearily wending their way down? Well, that was filmed right on the slopes of the Palisades above Fort Lee. Ugh-gh ! but the chill, chill winds were whistling as we started on our dance up the pathway ! Our robes were thin, and the cold was strong. But we shivered along, for some of us were extras, and it would have taken a herd of wild horses to have dragged a complaint from our blue and trembling lips. "Airily dancing up a steep hill in the teeth of a norther is one thing, and invading the domestic peace of a regiment of Canada thistles is something else again. Fix in your mind the fact that we wore no hosiery. And set your teeth on the knowledge that if we sidestepped the thistles, we were out of camera bounds — and you know what that means. Talk about the early Christian martyrs! They hadn't a thing on us. We went through those Canada thistles with many a yelp, but nary £ limp." "But didn't you" "Please don't interrupt. We didn't. Not till we heard the welcome call of 'cut.' Then we did some dancing that was not down on the program. For how can I explain, unless you ever plunged into the bosom of Canada thistles yourself. Temporary committees on first aid to the wounded were formed right there, and if you were ever stung by a nettle, you know exactly why I intend to invest in the first taxi I see. My feet and ankles are simply — Taxi ! Here ! I'll give you an extra dollar if you get me home in ten minutes! Help!" "Shucks!" protested' an eager listener. "There isn't a Canada thistle on the Palisades. Now, what do you suppose that girl" "There are, too, Canada thistles on the Palisades," said a believer in the harrowing tale. But, like Dr. Auchinbaugh's story of the two parrots who hung around a South American Catholic church so long that you had only to put a lighted candle in front of them to have them say mass, it's a good story, whether it's true or not. © m Two-minute Interviews UHPELL me something funny, quick!" we begged of Cissy Fitzgerald. "What's the funniest thing that's happened to you this week?" ' ' A candy pull, ' ' said the charming Cissy. "I was brought up in England, you see, and I missed the joys of the American candy pull. We rehearsed a picture lately in which I had to pull candy. They let me cook it and test it, and then I rolled up my sleeves, buttered my hands and started in to pull it. Twenty pounds of it ! And that's the grandest thing that's happened to me this week." "What's the nicest occurrence for you?" we asked of Margaret Gibson, the pretty, dark-haired little ingenue with the Centaur people. "Quick, please! There is only five minutes left." "I can tell it in two," promptly replied Miss Gibson. "They are going to star me and have some plays written especially for me. Could anything be nicer?" Leah Baird was slipping away through a half -open dooi when we hailed her. "What do you know that's funny?" we inquired. "Nothing, " she handed back; "but I was just thinking of something that is rather interesting. You know no screen actress can ever afford to take a day off for illness. On the stage, now, there are always understudies; but on the screen — never. If a leading woman decided to die when only two reels of a five-reel picture had been taken, the whole thing would have to be shelved in the morgue. That's why you never hear of screen actresses being ill." Tempus Fugit The scene showed the interior of a business office. The clock on the wall showed it to be twelve o'clock. Two men left for lunch. In the following pi„oire the men were returning; in this case the clock was fixed for one. A little boy said to his father, "Gee! I never knew an hour to go so fast in my life !'