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Puffer, N. Y.
SOME men are like rare wine. With the passing of each year, they become mellow, richer, of more intrinsic worth. Of this type is Marc MacDermott.
Early he tasted the sweeps of stardom, being one of the first stage people to see the artistic possibilities of pictures and to try them out. He was one of the most popular actors the screen knew and has remained a respected favorite.
He was not, however, one of those who ride to oblivion in a limousine. Genuine achievement, according to his own ideals of the artistic, meant more to him than the silver dollar.
There is in him something of the staunch bravery of a Columbus, who, while at the mercy of his mutinous sailors, in a little vessel on an unknown sea, held steadily to his purpose; entering in his diary day after day — '"This day we sailed west, which was our course."
Day after day, Marc MacDermott has held to his course, the determination to do worth while portrayals in pictures or none.
For instance, once in the past, Mr. MacDermott was
playing a part which required him to wear an Inverness
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a ballroom scene. When it came time for Mr. MacDermott to enter the dance hall, he removed his coat and hat, and stepped into the scene in evening clothes.
"Why, why, Marc — leave your coat and hat on !" sputtered the director.
"I beg your pardon," said Mr. MacDermott in his punctilious, gentlemanly way. The director repeated his order. MacDermott's face grew -stern. "You wouldn't have me enter a ballroom with my wrap and hat on," he protested. "Why, the butler would have removed them in the hall." "Yes, yes, I know that," said the director impatiently, "but you look so attractive in that coat and hat, I want it in this scene."
Mr. MacDermott quietly left the company at the end of his contract.
In the old Edison days his leading lady was Miriam N esbitt. She was a girl of high ideals who was perhaps too modest a violet to push herself into notorious fame. She preferred r e taining her modesty and sweetness. Her sterling ability as an actress was
When asked about the numerous actresses he had appeared with, Marc MacDermott could remember and talk of only one, Miriam Nesbitt Mrs. MacDermott she is. At the left, Miriam Nesbitt and Marc MacDermott as they appeared in one of the first serials ever produced, "Lord Strangleigh," filmed by Edison
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