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ijAn Evelyn Nesbit Feature in the Filming
II very-much-alive slsadoAv folks are never flashed .i upon the screen in either a long-shot or a closeup, and where the intimate touch, such as this, that makes the whole world akin, is lost in tales ^ of sable coats that cost a princely fortune, of 'll diamonds that are guarded by detectives and of "I bank accounts that put to shame the rise of the iH mercury on the hottest day in summer. For instance, you, who will follow with interest the vision of Ruth Hayes, as she smilingly receives her diploma from the hand of the school superintendent, would never have painted the picture of Evelyn Nesbit, the mother, with little Russell ; at her knee, going over the morning’s lessons before starting the usual routine of the studio day — that is, if I hadn’t supplied you with the model. The lessons are not haphazard smatterings of this and that, either, but are as carefully planned as if the movie superintendent waiting
on the set were a real one who would rate the teacher according to her methods. And Russell takes to the lessons — well, just about as any normal, healthy youngster takes to anything that interrupts his play.
This little dressing-room scene prepared us for the set, where Teacher Ann Eggleston stood primly in her correct schoolmarm black gowm and the entire board of directors waited on the platform for the exercises to begin. There was the usual line of flulfy girl graduates, with the corresponding line of awkward boys, who would be doggone glad when all the fuss was over. There were the always-among-those-present groups of doting parents and friends who never fail to thrill when the next generation “goes forth to conquer the world” — and there were the time-honored hard assembly-room seats, thank you.
When everything was “set,” Miss Nesbit joined the line of {Continued on page 78)
Top, another glimpse of Miss ' Nesbit in “Judge Not.’’ Center, the star trying not to listen to Director Charles J. Brabin’s reading of the script; and, right, Miss Nesbit volunteering as a studio worker, with her son, Russell, as an assistant
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