Motion Picture Magazine (Aug 1918-Jan 1919)

^TSCT Tom, the young rascal, he'd actually fell head over ears in love with a Movin' Picture! After the concert I had an awful time gettin' pa home without Tom. He was bound and determined to wait for him and I was bound and determined he wasn't goin' to. As usual, I got my way. We had supper on the grounds and went on back to the apartment. Pa bathed his foot in arnica and went on to bed in the sideboard. I got on my wrapper and set up by the window waitin' for Tom to come in. There was a little dull rose-color left down near the edge where the sky come down to the ocean and Point Loma stuck out soft and purple against it. The stars was out thick and you could hardly tell where they left off, and the city lights begun, and the lights on the bay, reflected down into the water, looked for all the world like big diamond stick-pins. Tom wasn't very late and when he come in it was so dark he didn't see me at first. So when he passed me I reached and caught his hand. He jumped like he was. shot and then laughed. I looked up at him and said, "Oh, Tom," and he knew I knew. He dropped down on his knees beside my chair and I could just barely see his eager face in the gloom. "Oh, ma," he says — his deep voice fairly singin' — "oh, ma, she is so wonderful ! Do you suppose she could care for a big hulk like me?" "Well," I says, "she'd be a little fool if she didn't"; and I thought of his six feet of clean manhood and his big, gentle soul. My baby Tom, with the dear, steadfast eyes and the crisp kririkle in his shiny brown hair! Who could help lovin' him? I thought. I put my arms around his neck and pulled his head down on my shoulder. Bless his heart! I just ached for him, and I sent up a little prayer to God. askin' Him to take care of my boy and let him have his happiness. "Dearie," I says, strokin' his hair, "if there's anything ma can do for you, you'll let her know, wont you?" Well, them three weeks in San Diego just flew by like lightning. We went up into the back country some and one day we spent to the beach. Tom took along Miss Moore that day. Her given name was Rose. Wasn't that curious? Her bein' in the roses and all, you know. She seemed real happy-like and not near so white-looking. It was that same day at the beach she told me her story while the men folks was in swimmin' and we was layin' on the sand under a big striped umbrell'. Her ma had been dead two year and she was a-livin' with her steppa. My blood boiled when she told me how ugly he acted to her, but the thing that troubled her most was that she'd found out lately that he wasn't real honest. She wouldn't tell me what he'd clone, but she was just sick over it. Poor little thing! She was only eighteen and just like a flower. Some men had ought to be killed. Just three days before we was to leave and had our tickets bought and all, Tom came dancin' into the apartment about supper-time, actin' like a unbroke colt. He grabbed me and danced me all over the room, then plumped me, pantin', into the rockin'chair. "Ma," he says, "I'm so happy that I can hardly stand it. Rose cares, ma, and we're goin' to be married tomorrow, and she's goin' home with us." Then he sobered down and said, kind of awed-like: "Just think of it, ma; 1 cant hardly believe it's true." "Dearie," I says, "I'm powerful glad for you, and I believe she'll make you the best kind of a little wife. You go get her and bring her up here for supper and we'll talk things over. I'll break the news to pa while you're gone." When pa come in, I told him and then sent him hustlin' to the delicatessen store on the corner for some cottage cheese and a cake. I didn't give him a chance to say nothin'. We had a real jolly little supper, and Rose dimpled and bloomed and looked so pretty and happy. She just set and looked at Tom like she couldn't look long enough, and he looked like he could fair eat her. We planned it all out, and pa got real enthusiastic. They was to get married the next morning and leave right off for Los Angeles, where we'd join them on Friday to leave for home. I aimed to write to Charley's wife and tell her all about it, and they could have a party for Rose as soon as we got there, so as she could meet all the family to once. Pa said that Tom might as well stav on and take care of the farm, seein' as how it would be comin' to him one of these days, and we'd build 'em a new house for a weddin' present. We could build it over by that clump of maples on the rise by the crick. I'd always thought what a nice location that'd be for a house. Tom and Rose was all for a bungalow and pa said have it thenway ; they was the ones to live in it. ( Land sakes! we planned and planned til it was most midnight before we broke up. Tom was a-helpin' Rose on with her coat when he said to me, his brown eyes twinklin': "Ma, you know that rose you came out here to look for. the one that blooms while you watch it? Well, we've found it. Mebby she's not a race-horse rose, but she sure is a thorobred Rose." The young rascal ! REEL OF LIFE By J. Chilk Life is a Moving Picture, And we are but shadows that flit Across the great curtain of ages Until in His judgment we sit. And Time, with his hand on the lever, Reels out every moment we spend, And gives to his Master a picture, Our life from beginning to end. And sometimes the action is stirring, Replete with the splendors of fame, In settings of marvelous grandeur, ' Which leisure and riches proclaim. But more often we see in the passing Those scenes which embitter the soul, Where poverty grapples with squalor And sorrow pervades o'er the whole. And each has his part in the drama, To play it as best as he can; Wre all of us cannot be leaders, But each can go thru like a man. And today, with our country in peril, And Liberty's cause on the stake,' We should all play a part in the struggle, Do a bit for humanity's sake! For life is a Moving Picture, And we are but shadows that flit Across the great curtain of ages Until in His judgment we sit. And then when our film is unfolded, Happy indeed shall we be When the Master shall find we enacted A role in defense of the free! pieces in pink case. An exceptional value. CLOSED No. 1036. Flench Ivory Manicure Set of 12 '• satin lined genuine leather Price $6.00. No. 1019. Oisarettecase, plain, p o 1islied sterling sil v.e r. sold lined; 12 cisarettes. Price $10.00. No. 1020. Cigarette case. plain polished nickel silver, silver plated; sold lined; 12 cigarettes. Price $3.50. aved 50c extra. No. 1033. Gold brooch, solid 10E sold brooch witl sapphire center. Price $1.50. 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