The Motion Picture Director (1925)

The Director she gasped. “It’s you!” Stanley was lost for words as his wits fled in the sudden meeting over she found her voice. “Oh,” search of a suitable explanation for his presence there. He felt like a boy caught with his fingers in the jam pot. But his wits came flying back with a nice, plausible excuse. “I beg your pardon,” he stammered, taking resolution. “I — er — the fact is — I was searching for my dog.” That was what Bill Dobbins would have termed — a pippin. Up to that instant his eyes had not left hers. But a beautifully formed girl in scanty attire will draw any man’s gaze. His eyes lowered and took their fill. In dismay she drew back, realizing that her cloak had fallen to the ground. He stopped to pick it up, his horn-rimmed glasses nearly flopping off his nose. After he had draped it about her shoulders there fell a brief pause, each waiting for the other to break the silence. It was Stanley’s next move — and he knew it. What could be more appropriate than whistling for the dog he had lost. He proceeded to do so. Cynthia’s eyes gleamed in merriment. She saw through it all. He had secretly come to see her, this handsome young woman-hater. Her heart bounded in exultation at this latent tribute to her charms. Her pride was redeemed. In proof positive that her conclusions were correct, from across the valley came the deep baying of Hector. Chained to his kennel he was evidently saluting the moon. Stanley’s whistle died on his lips. But he was resourceful. “Ah,” he exclaimed as if the search were ended. “He’s evidently gone home. Sorry if I troubled you.” Bowing slightly he disappeared into the background of night. Turing from the graveled walk into the driveway, he paused, as the soft music of a girl’s laughter wafted towards him. It told him in a language plainer than words, that she knew him to be a fraud. Digging his hands into his pockets he trudged on, mentally kicking himself for being such a silly ass. But the memory of a beautiful slave girl, held close in his arms for a brief duration, was something worth treasuring. END OF THIRD INSTALLMENT PUBLICITY, a La Mode Continued from Page tS to be quoted as an intellectual.” Truth is, the man is an intellectual first and a great actor last. And that’s my point. Put the something that ts the person into your articles. The motion picture people are absolutely at the mercy of the publicity writers. Often they are not even consulted as to what they like or don’t like, what they think, and what causes them to think that way. There is three times the publicity written about motion pictures that there is about the legitimate stage, and still there isn’t a nth of the truth in comparison. People who read the magazines have long ago passed out of the stage when they want fairy stories in such quantities. What the solution is I personally cannot say. But it seems to me if I were a star I would assume the privilege of adding to or deleting from the stories written about me : not let a lot of hack writers punch out stuff that puts across their ideas of after dinner sweets. The Director Official Publication of the Motion Picture Directors Association 1925 NORTH WILCOX AVENUE HOLLYWOOD, CALIF. Telephone HEmpstead 8227 I hereby subscribe for The Director for the period of one year (12 months) for the total sum of $3.00 per year, starting with issue, 19 Name Street Address Date City MAKE ALL CHECKS PAYABLE TO “THE DIRECTOR” 36