Motion Picture Classic (Jan-Dec 1920)

STRONGFORT The Perfect Man Get The Grit Out of Jbur Mac/line You can't expect the wonderful human machine God gave you to run right on or last any length of time when its bearings are clogged up and its vital parts out of order and breaking down. \V.u can't do good work whilelliL insidious poison of constipation is soaking through your system. atTccting every vital organ and hi'tii'idling yoiir brain; you can't ad\ nice in your business or proft'Sf.[<i\, if chronic headaches are unlining you for keen, mental work; yuii can't make friends and forge alitnd and win a success in the Nvuttd. if indigestion, dyspepsia or lilioiisness have made you a sickly gr.Hich. Get the grit out of your machine — nil it up — put it in order; keep it running so that every ounce of <mrtrv vou put into your work r( il'NTS — and there won't be any (1 .ubt of your getting ahead. Make Yourself Fit It's the only way to win out — it's the only way to get any real happiness out of life. What's the use of living at all, if you wake up each morning feeling rotten, with your muscles aching, your nerves in a frazzle, a weight in your chest and an ache in your head — unfit for either work or play? You can't be happy while in that condition; you can't make your wife or anyone else happy; nobody wants you around. It's the well, strong, happy, cheerful man who makes friends that help him on in the world. Look the facts in the face — take stock of yourself — and then lake steps to get rid of the Old Man of the Sea who is slowlv but surely forcing you into the discard, Vou can do it, if you will only realize your condition AND ACT. You can free yourself from your handicapping ailments, build yourself up. become well and strong and vigorous again, if you go about it the pight way. f _* M. U^l.. V«... I know how to do it. I have Let me nelp lOU spent my life studying out the surest, quickest way. I have visited and investigated the methods in the greatest gymnasia of the world. I have made a special study of wornout. broken-down men. I can and will do for YOU what I have done and am doing for thousands of other discouraged, almost hopeless men. Let me show you how to clean up your internal machinery and put 11 In Al running order. Let mc leach you how to iJcvelop your figure, so It will be Handsome and symmetrical. Let me tell you the way to strengthen your heart, lungs, stomach and every Other vital organ . . . steady your nerves, clear your brain— BUILD YOU UP, into a well, strong MAN, full of life, enthusiasm, pen, punch and ginger. I can do 11. and It doesn't make a particle of difference what your present condition Is or what brought you lo It. I GUARANTEE to Improve you 100 per cent It you will follow my directions tor a few months. Cm . _C _**-_. Strongfortlsra 8uni.i up in one word DtrOngrOrtlSm Nature's way of Making over Men. Ph>-siciaiis and surgeons the world over bank on the great recuperative power of Nature as the biggest factor In the treatment of any case. Give Nature half a chance, and she will work a cure. Slrongfortlsm Ig simply Nature's way of living life No patent medicines about it ; no drug store dope of anv kind. No expensive gymnastic outfit required. No Iron-bound routine of tiresome, musole-fagglng exerclsct. You can practice Stfongfortlsra and get all the benefit out of it in your own home. Send for My Free Book fortf^nL* You wiiKd It ail e.Tpiuinc-fl, In frank, straichiforward. nian-to-man !ani,-uaire. In mv Ijook. "Promotion and Conservation o( Health. Strength and Mental Energy." You can't a.lTord not to read tliat l>ook. IT'S FKEE — but you gladly would pay a good sum for it. ir von ku'-w what It would do for you. Send for it now —TODAY. DON'T WAIT— FILL OUT THE COUPON NOW, and send it to me wltli three 2c stamps to cover packing and ;)Ostai:e, and I will mail you llie book and a special letter covering the points you are particularly Interested in. LIONEL STRONGFORT Phus'cal and Health SpeclalUt 1338 Stronsfort Institute. NEWARK. N. J. MOTION PICTURE Chet Withey, Builder of Romance (Continued from page 84) •---"CUT OUT AND MAIL THIS COUPON----' Mr. Lionfl Sitronoffitt. Sticark, fi, J. Dear Stroncforl;— Please »end me your book, "Promotion and Coniervatlon of Health. Strength and Mental Energy." for noslajie of wlilrh I emUnse thre<' 2c stamps to cover malllrui expenses. I have marked (X) before ttao subject la which I tm Interested. (1338> . . Colds . Imomnla . Weak Eye* ..Catarrh ..Short Wind .Falling Hair ..Adhma . Flat Feet Ga§trltli . ,Hay Fever Stomach . Heartweakneis . Obesity Dliorders . Poor Clrcufatloii . Headache . Conitlpatlon . Skin Dliorders . Ttilnneu . BMIouinesi Despondency . Rupture . Torpid Liver . Indlgeitlon . Round Shoulders Lumbaao . Lung Trouble! . .Neuritis . Nervouineii ..tncreaied Height , NeuralQla . Poor Memory Stoop Shoulders ..Flat Chett . Rheumatism . Muicular .Deformity , Bad Habit* Oevelopmenl (deicrlbB) ..WeakneuM fJ4KB Of-cnoiTioM Cirt Statv over this and over Miss Keane. He began, you know, as an actor, usually playing villains, but once, be tells this with great pride, playing the role of a Father Superior of the Franciscan Order. Then he began to write photoplays and play in them. He did this for two years at the Griffith Hollywood studio, and there his loyalty and his real ability came to the fore, as such things do, and direction was the inevitable next step." The phrase "next step" then suggested the 'phone booth again to the P. A., and when she returned it was with a beatified countenance to inform me that she had "got" him and that he would be right over. "He has an apartment in town, you see," she explained, "besides his home in Westchester. It's only around the corner. He'll be here at once." \Yhat with the record just partially supplied me and the dignified article, et a!., I expected a reverend person with many theories and much demeanor . . . Well . . . ! Before the arrival, however, (which, by the way, was not "at once"), I gleaned the further arresting knowledge that Mr. Withey co-authored with Roy Summerville in writing "The Devil's Needle," featuring Norma Talmadge and Tully Marshall ; that he directed "The Old Folks at Home," starring Sir Herbert Beerbohm-Tree ; also "On the Quiet," with John Barrymore, and "She Loves and Lies," another Norma Talmadge release. "He just keeps rising," supplied, informatively, the persistent P. A. "Yes," assented the fortified interviewer. It seems that he does keep rising. He had just arisen from bed. "I suppose I should have a story ready," observed Mr. Withey, with a touch of sardonicisra, subsiding into the vacant chair and ordering beef and salad and coffee with considerable gusto ; "I suppose I should be ready with the glib recital of the woes of a director, the many appointments, the endless details accounting for my delay. I know that I owe an apology. I make one. However, I am naturally veracious, and I am bound to state that I fell asleep and was getting along quite nicely when Miss Livingstone here called me up." (Sickly smile from Miss Livingstone.) "Or you might have put it down to temperament." I suggested ; "that covers a multitude of things." "But I hoTC none," objected Mr. Withey, rumpling his rather belligerentlooking shock of hair; "I have none. I was just asleep." He added, "I still am." "Promising field for an interview," I said, hopefully. "Not at all," he remarked, agreeably. "We'll just sit tonight. Interview some other time." Hence, I, too, being veracious, feel bound to remark that this is not Mr. Chet Withey's idea of an interview. However, being conscientious, and having come all the way from far Long Island for the express purpose of the interview, I was not to be wholly gainsaid. Still, it was difficult, with a humorously ironical person, fresh from a profound slumber, eating a young and healthy meal, wholly undisturbed. I bethought me of the dignity of the "fillum," as expounded by himself. Here, I thought, is a line. "What," I suggested, hopefully, "would you suggest to further uplift the dignity of the screen?" "My resignation," he said, promptly. Later on, going to the Long Island station in Mr. Withey's car, there was a word or two exchanged. We had been talking about the recent attack on the screen by George Jean Nathan in a current issue of Smart Set. Said Mr. AVithey, with the vein of light sardonicism that flicks without cutting thruout his entire talk. "Of course, Mr. Nathan is bigger than the whole of the motion picture industry. This being the case, why not agree with him and let it go at that ?" Speaking in a graver tone, he said, "Part of the attack is quite doubtless true. There is the trite saying about the good and the bad in all things. The screen is too tremendous to escape its share of dross. However, the worst thing in the world is destructive criticism. To my mind, there is no such thing. If criticism is destructive, then it is not criticism. We cannot tear down unless we can build up a better, a different thing, in replacement." I asked him if he felt the worth-whileness of the thing he was doing. He said, "Absolutely. More, it is the only thing I could do. I feel with the pictures something like what an architect, or one of a group of architects, must feel with some tremendous building. We can only do our little part, day by day, week by week, the best and the finest we know how. Then we, in our turn, must give way to another shift of workers to carry on our yet unfinished task. One man can only be a part of so gigantic an enterprise, an art, but each man, in his appointed place, can give his uttermost, as he sees it. That is what I am trying to do." If it had not been for the sardonicism, the nicely tempered humor, the semimocking, semi-kindly touch of comprehension, I would have been moved to remark what a zvorthy young man . . . I felt that that would not quite apply . . . still, on the other hand, what zvould . . . so many things. I felt that to Mr. Withey no one attribute could be appended with conclusion. Like and with life he keeps growing and growing and will not stay labeled . . . obviously, this will have to be a case of a series of consecutive talks that we may keep apace. (Eighty-six)