Motion Picture Classic (Jan-Aug 1919)

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Ruth Roland was once an infant plicnonicnon. She made her first stase appearance at the tender age of three and one-half years and tliercafter tripped and bowed l)ehind the footlights steadily until she was seventeen, when the hire of the cfimera caught her. Ruth was literally horn into the profession, her mother being a singer and her father a theater manager ONcr. ujjon a time, way back in Biblical days, they were busy putting up the oat cro]:), or wdiatever it was they raised in those days on the farms in Judea. History has it that the gleaners strove lustily on this summer afternoon. The sun was sizzling down and the honest toilers w'ere bending to their task, straightening up now and again to take the cricks out of their sturdy hacks. Then all of a sudden the industrious farmers were given an electrical .shock, for the pret tie.st, daintiest damsel they had seen since la.st Passover tripped into the field, carrying a Hagon of water for the parched throats of the harvesters. The girl wlio came along was Ruth, sister of Naomi, and the .sensation she created when she made her entrance on that hot field has been emulated in modern times by another Ruth, who is also coming along. 'fhis modern prototype of the Judean harvest field vision is none other than Ruth Roland who flits from .serial to serial with the airy lithesomeness of a .siiotted and sjiangled butterfly. .She is Along Came Ruth a vision of bubbling youth who can ride, swim or motor before the camera without exhibiting the clumsiness of a female Sandow. In the most thrilling escapades of her Pathe serials she is always the eternal feminine. To obtain audience with Ruth, one must journey to the Astra Studios in Glendale, Cal., where the star has been very busy on her newest serial, “The Tiger’s Trail.” She was located there one busy morning. An important scene was about to be taken — ^depicting a temple where Hindu tiger worshippers conduct their weird religion. In a great cage occupying one entire end of the “set,” a real live tiger, loaned for the occasion from Col. Selig’s zoo, paced restlessly to and fro. It was cold, with the damp coldness of a California spring, and his striped highness was ill at ease. How he longed for the lofty green corridors and the festooned tangles ^Thirty-four)