Motion Picture Classic (Jan-Dec 1916)

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HELEN MARTEN A Between Scenes Lark \ Movie Actresses Hold a Pink Tea for Their Pets By SALLY ANN he particular Jacksonville, Fla., brand of “gentle” suns h i n e w a s streaming down Bay Street and slipping over into Main. It was 8:15 in the morning. Hurrying along, eyes ahead, prettier than anything that had been seen hereabouts in many moons, two young girls were seen turning the corner at Bay Street and making toward the Jacksonville Ferrv. One was a bit smaller than the other. ( Forty-three J She had happy brown, curly hair that peeked from under a small blue hat and veil, a face that proved without question that it had won a Gibson Girl contest in New York a short while ago, and she wore quite the smartest and springiest of blue suits, full-coated and stitched in white. In her arms she hugged a great, pensive-eyed Angora cat, gray in color, and with wondrous long hair. The tabby was justly a haughty, reserved bit of beauty — no common grimalkin this. The other girl was black-haired. She wore a nifty black and white checked suit, a small white hat. natty white spats, and carried in her arms a something that looked like a cage all done up in tissue-paper wrappings. She was beautiful in the way of a Jackrose — all color, gorgeous eyes and white teeth. It is only for the screen that girls like these two seem to have been made, for to plant them down among the girls of lesser charm would be deadly to the peace of mind of most of us — and the other girls. The girls reached the ferry just as the huge boat arrived. With a hurried good-morning to the ticket-man at the gate, they hustled thru to the boat. Then, seated, each relaxed her