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Chet Withey: Builder of Romance
By FAITH SERVICE
tic searchings of the Chatham, is heard to observe plaintively that she had 'phoned Mr. Withey at Mamaroneck eight times that very day. She hadn't been able to reach him any one of the eight times, but then . . . Responsively, the patient interviewer with the Christian martyr air is heard to reply that she might have expected this sort of thing from a star . . . but from a director . . . She concludes, with a sigh, that she supposed he has temperament. The P. A. remarks that she never would have thought it, he has always acted so normal . . . but then . . .
At about nine-thirty, rather limp, the P. A. and the interviewer drift into the dining-room. Disconsolately, they order scallops, the while the P. A., with grim intent, supplies the intei-viewer with some sort of article by Director Withey on the dignity of the films. Between scallops,
the interviewer perused the dignified article on the subject of dignity. And between reiterated trips to the 'phone booth the wild-eyed P. A. supplied fragmentary bits of informative knowledge anent Mr. Withey.
".\t present," she said, "he is directing 'Romance,' with Doris Keane. He is most enthusiastic (Continued on page 86)
Chet Withey begaii his career as an actor, usually playing villains, then he began to write photoplays and play in them. He did this for two years at the Griffith studio in Hollywood, and there his loyalty and real ability came to the fore, and direction was the inevitable next step. Above, Mr. Withey, himself. Center, directing Doris Keane in "Romance," and, below, going over the script with Norma Talmadge and Conway Tearle in "She Loves and Lies"
WE hesitated for some time as to whether the following had best be narrated to a gaping and incredulous public in the form of a one-act play, a treatise, a diary, a lamentation or a psalm. In any of these directions there were possibilities ajiparent.
The time was eight-thirty of a mild evening in early .\pril. The place was the lobby of the Hotel Chatham, and the characters participating, or supposed to be participating, were a wild-eyed P. A., an interviewer with a patient smile and the general attitude of I-am-used-tothis-sort-of-thing, and a young and rising director conspicuous by his absence.
The wild-eyed P. A., in between fran
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