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Mr. Post has brought two of his greatest stage successes to the screen, “Omar, the Tentmaker” and “The Masquerader.” Below is a character study of Omar
FROM now on, you can take a chance on anything.
With perfect safety, you can light your pipe with T. N. T.
You can tickle the hind heels of an Arkansas mule. You can cross the street in front of a fire engine, or wear an ulster in Dublin.
After seeing what we’ve seen, we feel sure you can get away with anything.
What we saw was the amiable ending of the second picture made with Richard Walton Tully as producer, James Young as director, and Guy Bates Post as star.
If there was ever a situation apparently loaded with dynamite
Mr. Tully is the author of “The Bird of Paradise,” “The Rose of the Rancho,” and other successful plays. He is very charming and lovable, but he admits that when he writes he has to have music playing . . •. a, phonograph will cover most situations, but there are times when a full string orchestra has to be on hand to help genius to burn.
Mr. Young is one of the finest directors in the motion picture business; but his sensitive temperament is known wherever motion pictures are known.
Guy Bates Post almost stands alone as an actor in cer
"From Harmony, From Heavenly Harmony"
By
HARRY CARR
tain phases of the romantic drama, but his manager has always had to stand with a watch to limit the length of newspaper interviews to save Mr. Post from annoyance.
When the motion picture people heard that this trio were about to start making motion pictures together, they first grinned ; then nervously put their fingers in their ears and waited for the explosion.
But no explosion came. Of all the happy families in the whole range of the studios, this seems to be one of the happiest. The only shade I have seen was one day when Mr. Young reproached Mr. Tully with running away when he needed his advice. Some of the other producers who have tried to give Mr. Young advice will swoon when they read about that.
“It’s perfectly simple.” said Mr. Young. “Mr. Post is an artist; Mr. Tully is an artist; I hope I am an artist. I want the advice of artists; but I dont want the advice of graduates from penny arcades.”
Mr. Post had a lot of interesting things to say by way of explanation. Mr. Post is an interesting man anyhow.
He came as a boy from the North country, Seattle or Portland, I believe. His early days were days of struggle and hardship. It was largely by virtue of his natural ability as a musician that he got a job as a small-part actor with one of the little stock companies that used to rove up and down the Coast. Sometimes he had hastily to wipe off his
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