Motion Picture Classic (Jan-Aug 1919)

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Peggy Does Her Darndest Fictionized by Olive Carew from the Metro Photoplay j { i 1 “■^tou’rk stalling!” accused Y Peggy, indignantly ; “that last uppercut wouldn’t have knocked out a good healthy mosquito I” Brother Frank ruefully massaged a swollen area under his right eye and investigated a tender spot on the point of his jaw before replying. “That Don Quixote chap who used to go round scrapping with windmills didn’t have anything on me!” he declared. “If this is the way you go at it for fun, I’d sure hate to run up against you when you were in earnest !” Peggy beamed. “My right isn’t so bad,” she admitted, with due modesty, “but I haven’t got the punch in my left I’d like. Tito is showing me how to develop one, tho. He gives me jiu-jitsu every morning in the garage. Want me to show you how I can throw a man over my shoulder?” Her brother backed hastily away, surveying the small, be-bloomered figure before him with mingled respect and amaze. “Tito — you dont mean to say the mater’s lent you the new Jap butler? Oh, I say, sis, beat up the family all you like, but spare the serv . ants. They’re so hard to get now I” “Oh, mother doesn’t know about it,” Peggy explained easily. “She thinks he’s exercising Eleanor’s pet Chow !” She raised her slim young arms above her head and indulged in a frank yawn that showed firm, even white teeth. Under the man’s golf-cap pulled over her eyes, wisps of red-gold hair straggled about her flushed, curving cheeks. One sleeve of her outing shirt exhibited a hole, and her shoes bespoke a strenuous career in the open. “How old ai'e you, anyhow. Peg?” Frank Ensloe asked, with sudden seriousness. “Seventeen, isn’t it? You ought not to be thinking how to throw a man over y o u r shoulder at that advanced ag*^ ! You should be studying the ways of keeping him at your side. Ivleanor ought to be able to give you pointers on that accomplishment.” “Oh, Eleanor!” Eleanor’s sister spoke with open contempt. “She makes me tired, the way she Theda-Baras all over the place ! And that stocking she knits on whenever a new young man shows up — like the Penelope dame in the mythology book ! The soldier that wears that’ll have to use it for the next war. Gee, I wish you weren’t going back to college tonight ! Come on, let’s try that new uppercut over again. One, two, three — go I” The battle was raging at its liveliest when an unsuspecting group of people, arrayed in cool summer spotlessness, strolled thni the rose-hedge and paused aghast at the scene of carnage before them. The tall, lean young man in the English-cut clothes showed keen interest, the elder of the two ladies exhibited distinct annoyance, while the younger surveyed the muddy figure of her sisier, her blinding nose and disreputable hair with ill-concealed delight. “Jove! Ripping!” murmured the guest. “That little fellow has got a' punch that reminds me of Bantam Jim’s. Look at that left upper to the jaw ! Good, eh? Well, “Frank!” Mrs. Ensloe called, in a carefully modulated tone of reproach, “Frank dear, come here a moment ! I want you to meet the Honorable Hugh Wentworth.” The two young men shook hands cordially. “You’ll have to excuse my appearance, Mr. Wentworth !” Frank laughed. “My kid sister here has been showing me no mercy ! Peggy — why, where has she gone ?” For the lawn behind them was unoccupied. Peggy had precipitately disappeared. “Peggy is a sad tomboy, but, of “You’re stalling !’’ accused Peggy indignantly ; “that last uppercut ■'A'ouldn’t have knocked out a good healthy mosquito !’’ “PEGGY DOES HER DARNDEST” Storyizcd bA' permission from the photoplay based on Royal Brown’s story, adapted by George D. Baker. Produced by Metro and starring May Allison. Directed by George D. Baker. The cast ; Peggy Ensloe May Allison Frank Ensloe Dick Rosson Mrs. Ensloe Sylvia Ashton Mr. Ensloe Frank Currier Eleanor Ensloe Rosemary Theby Hon. Hugh Wentworth Robert Ellis “Gentleman Jim” Burke Augustus Phillips ( Fifty-five)