Motion Picture Magazine (Feb-Jul 1919)

. 1 ■ \ ^^^ Jwe Jwird,1 Dko«E& Dy Cowrie./ Kleiix . Fictionized by GRACE LAMB ANNIE SANDS was l_\ brought up, mostly by J \_ institutions, in the awe and fear of God and "th' swells." God meant to her an abstract but very tremendous person of great years and bulk who occupied sedentarily a throne of brilliant gold and spake with the voice of a trombone or something equally sonorous. She said her prayers to Him and was assured, institutionally, that they were invariably answered. _ In due time it came to her that no doubt God got her prayers mixed up with the prayers of somebody else even more humble than herself, and, being of necessity philosophic, she let it go at that. "Th' swells" were the more substantiated personages who rode about in autos, went to theaters, ate frequently, had butlers and never talked loud or alluded to one as "yer brat, yer !" "Th' swells" were to be revered, to be emulated when possible, to be protected if occasion demanded and always to be envied and aspired to. Annie had acquired these beliefs, or impressions, variously but consistently. Back in those nebulous years before one is seven she had had a father, a thin-appearing person with a stubbly face and a breath one avoided. The father had orated, Annie vaguely recalled, on the subject of "th' swells," with the slight difference that he called them the snobs, tyrants, trusts, corporations and various other blasphemies. In one of these tirades he had been removed by two uniformed officials and had never THE THIRD DEGREE Narrated by permission from the drama of Charles Klein as scenarioized by Phil Lang and Eugene Mullin, directed by Tom Terris and produced by Vitagraph with this cast : Annie Sands Alice Joyce Howard Jeffries, Jr Gladden James Howard Jeffries, Sr Anders Randolf Mrs. Howard Jeffries, Sr.. .Mrs. De Wolf (Hedda) Hopper Robert Underwood Herbert Evans Richard Brewster George Backus Dr. Thompson J. P. Wade Captain Clinton Rogers Lytton From the Photoplay Based on CHARLES KLEIN'S DRAMA again reappeared. Soon afterward Annie's mother had been fitted into a neat-appearing box and had been talked over by the parish priest, and Annie, in a brand new black, shiny dress, had thought, from her vantage point by the neat box, that her "ma" had never looked so comfy nor slept so sound and long. Her "ma" had not returned, either, but Annie's world was accustomed to disappearances. And then, too, when one is undernourished and mostly cold and shivery, one's mental processes are not overly acute, nor yet one's power for suffering. Eventually Annie had found herself in a 'sylum. There were dozens of others very much like her in the 'sylum, too. They all dressed alike, ate alike, slept alike, more or less thought alike. When Annie was about twelve she began to have odd little thoughts of her own. They made her rather uncomfortable. She didn't just know how to account for them. They were like the little, green, tendrilly shoots on trees long bare and bleak and barren. She discovered, after various tentative attempts at disclosure, that they were best kept close within her small breast where they stirred about. There had been two or three attempts at confidences, once to Mary Murillo, who had promptly and with much giggling confided to Rose O'Shaunnssey that "Annie Sands likes babies . . . little ones ..." They began to call her "queer." The matron, an overridden woman with 55 PAfl