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Can Make Tomorrow Cheerful As Today
sights that even if President Wilson walked down the street they'd think it was an extra man made up for a photodrama.
Charlie didn't like to talk about himself at lunch. I learnt later that he doesn't like to talk about himself at any time. He is engagingly frank and unaffected and unsophisticated, young in years, young in the social graces.
I insisted on digging up the past and learnt that he came from Jacksonville, Illinois, as a schoolboy. There was a story that Charles' father gave him two years to make good on the stage or go into the bank. He makes more money than the bank holds nowadays — but I couldn't get Charlie to talk about it.
Before I went into pictures five years ago I played small-time on the coast here — the smallest of time — as many as six shows a day. I did everything to make myself appear older and to give me more dignity — I was very youngthen. But I guess I didn't succeed. They seem to look on me as a boy even now.
"Do you know," he confided, ingenuously, "I've never been east of Chicago. New York's a wonderland I'd like to explore some day."
"And do you know," I rejoined, suggestively, "I've never been on location. There's a wonderland I'd like to explore."
"Say no more. Be at the studio in the morning at eight, and we'll shoot out small-town stuff in the streets of Artesia tomorrow."
And so it happened that eight o'clock the next morning found me waiting at the studio. There were others waiting, too — hordes of them, in the quaint garb of remote country places.
"There must have been an early train in," I thought, and then hastily revised my opinion, for it dawned upon me that these were not real country folk, but that they represented "atmosphere" for the "small-town stuff" to be shot that day. Later Mr. Ray's director confirmed this impression.
"The fake rube is much more natural than the real thing on the screen," he said ; "he at least knows enough not to stare and grimace into the camera."
"Weaklings and boobs have been my
portion ever since the critics took
kindly to me in 'The Coward,' " says
Charlie Ray
While we had been talking the "atmosphere" was disposing itself, with much noise and bustle, in the great sightseeing buses lined up in front of the studio. The assistant director and the property men also packed stacks of "props" and luncheon into the buses. The director and assistants had a car (Continued on page 107) 39
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