Motion Picture Magazine (Aug 1915-Jan 1916)

CHATS WITH THE PLAYERS 115 recognized as Kempton Greene, of the Lubin Southern Company, which spends its winters in St. Augustine and its summers in Philadelphia. "How do you do, Mr. 'Man from the Sea 'V I murmured politely. He turned swiftly and smiled. "How do you do, Miss Reporter Person?" he returned, with equal politeness, but with a twinkle marring his perfect solemnity. But he looked at me suspiciously. "Is this for publication?" he demanded immediately. "Why?" I countered. "Because I haven't anything to say for publication," he assured me gravely. But I persisted. "Where were you born, please?" I began. "In Philadelphia," he returned. "June twenty-eighth, eighteen hundred and ninety. Satisfied?" "Thank you. No. Ever on the stage?" I parried, refusing to be ruffled. "Yes — with the Smiling Island Stock Company, and in vaudeville. And I have been in Motion Pictures three years and have never worked with any other company. I much prefer photoplaying to stage work." "What is your favorite line of work?" I prompted. "Light comedy," he answered, without hesitation. "Why," I gasped, surprised, "I thought you liked dramatic work. What about the title part in 'The Man from the Sea' and the son in 'The Cry of the Blood'? Didn't you like them?" "Certainly," he responded heartily. "I enjoyed them immensely. But there have been some light comedy parts that I have played that I have enjoyed even more." "What is your favorite sport?" I asked, after I had recovered from this surprise. "Horseback riding," he said enthusiastically. "And in these days of the automobile, it's a relief to discover some one who still clings to the noble horse. (No joke intended, for Mr. Greene is a skilled rider.) "As for mental recreation," he went on, "I write short stories occasionally, tho honesty compels me to admit that they are not much good. Now and then, when an editor relaxes his eagle-eyed vigilance, one of them creeps past him and steals its way into print." "Are you in favor of censorship of films, Mr. Greene?" I asked, hoping, by so doing, to take his mind off his troubles. "Certainly — if the censors have brains ! ' ' came his ready answer. (Oh, blasphemy! I thought. How dare ye mention such a possibility as that of censors without brains!) "Who are the greatest photoplayers?" I asked; "the public is interested in your judgment." "Edith Storey and George Beban. I suppose, since 'The Christian' and ' The Alien, ' there are lots and lots of people thinking the same thing about them." And now for a personal description, which I obtained as we walked back to the hotel in the beautiful twilight of a Southern spring day. He is about five feet nine inches in height, and he weighs about one hundred and fifty. His hair is blond, with a bit of a wave where it is brushed back over his ears, and his eyes are very blue, a heritage from his Irish mother. He has a nickname, "Kemp," and he isn 't married ! Roberta Courtlandt. BEVERLY BAYNE, OF THE ESSANAY COMPANY Icant describe Beverly Bayne ; so why try ? Others, far more versed in the art, have tried and failed. I can only say that she is five feet three inches tall, and weighs one hundred and twenty-two pounds ; that she has crinkly brown hair, and twinkly brown eyes; and that her skin is like an apple-blossom, soft, exquisitely smooth, and pinky-white. But further than that, I can merely sit in dumb admiration, and fairly ache with the