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The Beautiful in Picture Plays
By PEGGY HYLAND
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I Miss Hyland believes, as FILM FUN believes, that fine, clean plays which fathers and |
| mothers can enjoy in company with their daughters of any age, will prove as strong from j
the box-office view point and as popular with the public as those that feature the salacious. j
That's why we asked her to write this story. The success of her late film plays, " Persuasive 1
| Peggy" and "The Other Woman," prove our point. Next month Winifred Allen will tell §
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Pleased with her purchases and the fact that "Dad" arrived from London in time to help her go shopping.
r>EAUTY is al■*-"* ways refreshing. With the memory of some beauty in our heart, it is easier to overcome difficulties and battle discouragement, and in this old workaday world the time to search for beauty is all too fleeting. Only in the recreation hour, knowing the day's labor has been completed satisfactorily, may we seek it with an easy conscience.
Realizing this, I come to the point of my little chat with you. I found myself longing to pass this beauty along to others. When this desire was first born, I spent days wondering how I might in some way win my purpose. I reasoned it out to myself somewhat like this:
The artist strives to give us the beauty of marine scene. Day after day he sits before his canvass, palette and brush in hand, making a change here and there, touching up the crest of a wave just about to break, in order to make the spray more natural.
He endeavors in every way to convey the pure beauty of the scene before him to others.
The poet sings of the beauty he sees — it may be in the woodland. He describes the great solitude of the scene, with the only living sound that of the birds' songs pealing from among the green of the towering trees; of the flowers springing from the soft, brown earth ; the little brook rippling over the rocky surface. Somehow he makes us feel the presence of old Mother Nature herself.
And then the musician — how he takes us away from the workaday world, giving us the glory of the sunset as the big ball of fire sets behind the hills, twilight enveloping the world — all by drawing his bow caressingly across the strings of his violin ! So, in every walk of life, we find our fellow-men lending their efforts and talents in bringing the beauty they find in their world to others, who might perhaps walk past the scene itself unheedingly.
And it seemed to me that the screen serves as a mirror to life itself, reflecting both the desirable and undesirable; but apparently the only stories available reflected the sordid — not what I wanted to reflect — not the little humorous in
"The Other Woman" presents the old problem in a new light.