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MOTION PICTURE MAGAZINE
dreams to reality — to make them come true; and that is — his pipe. The Havana perfecto, of which he smokes about eight a day and which is con
MR. WILBUR IN ONE OF HIS FAVORITE CHARACTER ROLES
sidered the more elegant for public places, does not produce dreams and ideas — it is the pipe. A sleepy-hollow chair, a soft, high footstool, a dim
light — preferably twilight or a hearth fire — and a pipe — these are the ideal conditions for dreams that come true. And then there are the mountains — ■ what more inspiring setting for a great dream? Mr. Wilbur, like William Tell of old, loves the grandeur and the freedom of the mountains. He marvels at their vastness; at the wonderfulness of Nature ; of the unlimited power of their Creator ; of the possibilities of life and of its mysteries. He was born at Athens, N. Y., which is in the Catskill Mountains, where he goes occasionally to visit his mother, who still lives there. Those Athenians always were great people, and the modern ones seem not to have lost all of the valor and wisdom of the ancients. For has not little Athens in the Catskills produced one of the greatest of photoplay artists?
Mr. Wilbur is at present living in what are called studio-apartments on Madison Avenue. It is no secret that his little family has been shipwrecked, and that his apartments are now unoccupied, except by himself and his two pets, "Queeny" and "Howdy," which are two large, brindle bulldogs — "the pride of his heart and the joy of his life," as he calls them.
Nearly every morning, in the grillroom of the Hotel McAlpin, which is not far from his apartment, Mr. Wilbur may be seen sipping his black coffee, of which he always takes two cups, about as strong as they can make it. A couple of boiled eggs and some buttered toast usually go with the coffee, and, most important of all, a large plate of strawberries and cream. Be it June or December, it is always strawberries and cream, three hundred and sixty-five times a year — leap year, three hundred and sixty-six. The head waiter knows that if they dont scour the markets and provide strawberries, they will lose one of their best customers.
After breakfast Mr. Wilbur stops in at his office before going over to the Pathe studio in Jersey City. To prove that his dreams come true, he has several plays and vaudeville