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THE first time I saw Charles Ray in the flesh he was in the air. It's literally true. Just as I arrived on the set at the studio where Ray was working, he came hurtling headfirst down a stairway. Most of the journey was made in the air. Its terminus was an old-fashioned haircloth sofa that a kind providence or property man had placed there. Charlie landed on it. The next minute he was charging like a mad bull up the stairway again. I didn't know he could be so irascible.
Of course, it was all acting. But such acting! If you think those Ray-McKim fights are faked in the movies, you ought to visit the Ince studio some sunshiny day when they begin to put punch in a picture. They fight all over the place, fast and furious, with a (Atotal disregard of science, the Marquis of
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That Unclouded Ray
By ELEANOR BREWSTER
Queensbury rules and the surrounding bric-a-brac. It's a case of jab and tussle and tumble and wallop and jab and tussle again.
This one was full of pep. Charlie smashed three chairs, a statue of Psyche at the Fountain, a glass bowl full of goldfish and two fingers of his left hand. Then he called it a day and came over to talk to me.
"I'm sorry you couldn't have seen some of the psychological bits," he said, while the blood ran from a scratch on his forehead. "This is all action. Any one can do this." Any one, maybe. Not me ! I'm in overalls again in this picture." Charlie's smile was apologetic. "You see, when an actor makes a success in a certain line of work, producer and public conspire to keep him in it. Weaklings and boobs have been my portion ever since the critics took kindly to me in 'The Coward,' when I supported Frank Keenan."
"And ran away with the picture," I interposed encouragingly. "That was a great piece of work. Almost as good as your 'Claws of the Hun.' "
"The part afforded opportunities," he put in, deprecatingly. "And then I worked so hard over that 'Coward' that he just couldn't help being real. I dreamed him and lived him and, for the time being, I was not Charles Ray — I was that boy." "And he made you a star overnight, which must be highly gratifying."
"Yes, and I am happy and grateful over it. But I'm eager to prove that I can do other parts just as well. Of course, the cowards always turn out to be heroes in the end," Charlie smiled. "But I'd like a chance to do that fellow in 'Turn to the Right,' for instance, and a big comedy of some kind. Look at Wally Reid, for instance. They thought he was only
a romantic hero, and now he's having the time of his life playing comedies, and playing them to perfection."
By this time it was nearly noon, the players' lunchtime, and Mr. Ray, still mussed up and in rube clothes, lunched unnoticed in a little restaurant near the studio. The players at the various studios never find time to take off makeup or change clothes when they go to lunch, but the people of Hollywood and Los Angeles are so used to seeing strange
If you think those Ray
McKim fights are faked,
you ought to visit the
studio some sunshiny
day when they begin
to put punch in a
picture