Motion Picture Magazine (Feb-Jul 1920)

AMOTION PICTUBF 01 i MAOiziNt. _\, ARTHUli HiSON DON'T BE A KANGAROO The Kangaroo has more power in its hind legs than any form of life on earth, but its upper body and front legs are pitifully small. What a terrible deformity he would make as a human being, and still so many of us would end up the same way. The average farmer works all day with his back and feels satisfied that he is taking wonderful care of himself physically, but still he usually grows old before his time with a flat chest and a curved spine. A few minutes daily attention would prevent this, but he never gives himself this attention until it is too late. His back is over-developed while his chest is crowded in and his vital organs cramped out of place. THE WRONG METHOD The average physical director teaches his pupils to develop their arms, as they respond so readily; and claims that the rest of the body will develop at the same time. Don't be misled by false teachings. Don't have arms like the kangaroo's hind legs while the rest of your body remains that of a weakling. THE RIGHT WAY The perfect athlete of today also has these large, powerful arms; but with them goes the broad shoulders, the full chest, the strong sinewy legs of a well proportioned body. His step is springy, his eyes show fire and his personality shows that he is brimming over with life. The experts of today claim that Arthur Hyson's methods are without doubt the shortest and surest to bring about this result. His pupils are found among the leading wrestlers, gymnasts and all round athletes of today. Invariably they have also proven a marked success in their business career. His new book, "Physical Perfection" contains numerous full page photographs of himself and some of the athletes he has trained and developed. It also explains all about his new method and system. IT IS FREE Do you crave a perfect well-proportioned body and assurance of success? Do you wish to have the vim and pep which makes you the center of attraction no matter where you go? If so, send 10 cents at once, stamps or coin, to help cover the cost of wrapping, postage, etc., and you will receive a copy. TEAR OFF COUPON— NOW— before you forget it. Arthur Hyson Dept. 103. 164 Fulton St.. New York City Tear off coupon below and write name and address plainly. ARTHUR HYSON, Dept. 103, 164 Fulton Street, New York, N. Y. Dear Sir: Without obligation on my part please send me a copy of your book "PHYSICAL PERFECTION," for which I enclose 10 cents. Name. Fragment of Verse . From a Lost Era {Roughly translated by an anonymous poet) (Please print or write your name plainly.) Street. City. M36 State. I'm not a guy with grouchy eye, But some things make me sore, To see the stuff and all the bluff And all the plots that bore, They pull now in the picture shows. It makes you think you're stung. Film business had a lot more "pep" When the movie world was young. . T'aint the "four bits," nor loss of wits, You mind, when sitting thru The lengthy ways of marshmallow plays, Of saccharine and glue They give you now. It makes you think With introspective glow, Of other plots and other days, and other players. So — I'll reminisce down Memory's road, Love-garlanded, and strung With roses sweet and immortelles, Forget-me-nots, and sparkling wells, When the movie world was young. The old "A. B.," o'er land and sea Their patrons numbered wide, And Griffith "shot" full many a spot, He owned the countryside. The Walthall craze showed its first phase. How girlish hearts were wrung ! The maidens' sighs for his dark eyes!. When the movie world was young. Good old "T. A.," way out Bronx way, To lights, had added pictures, To boost his name, and Edison fame, Among the cinema fixtures. Old stock "legits," there, shaking mits, Said, "Now our anchor's slung! The feathered nest! Oh, heavenly rest!" When the movie world was young. The "S. and A." and "Selig" play Had animals and actors, To take your choice made one rejoice. Discrimination factors ! Their circus stunts and lion hunts Were thrilling and dramatic. With shootings loud, the cowboy crowd, "Yip-yiped" in ways ecstatic. When Broncho Billy grabbed the girl And to the saddle swung, And led a chase, with grim-set face, When the movie world was young. Kalem, Vitagraph, Pathe, In frontier drama vied. The Kalem raid and Griffith "fade" Were mentioned side by side. The redskins blossomed in Fort Lee, Their cries of vengeance rung — The stockade's rout ; the supers' bout ! When the movie world was young. Our own Blanche Sweet, with tripping feet, Adorned the landscape fair. The Gishes too, their salary drew. They were a comely pair. And Mary Fuller bloomed in state, Her reign had just begun. The Pickford pout was not worn out When the movie world was young. Sweet Alice Joyce was one first choice, With admirers by the score. And Blackwell days ! Box-office raise. The audiences adore The curly hero, hoyden maid, — Idols to whom they clung. 'Twas worth while being a photo star When the movie world was young. The Keystone cops did many flops, With Charlie running strong. The custard pie found many an eye, When Normand was along. With Bunny "funning" in the East, Arbuckle in the West. The movie fans increased in hordes, Life for them was a jest. Cavorting bathtubs ; "breakaways," Full many a "gag" was sprung — Dumb-waiter ropes : comedians' hopes ! When the movie world was young. From old Falstaff, the Vitagraph Went down the list of "drammer," To Lear and Shylock and the rest. The actors used the hammer As well as strutting for the Kliegs. A motley crowd among, You never knew what part you drew, When the movie world was young. From Egypt's queen, to Sadie Green, The girls could daily shift, And hero's eyes replaced black sighs And mustaches adrift. The one-reel plot was full of hop, The villains neatly hung, Kiss — Fade — Embrace. All out this way! When the movie world was young. All planets in their natal blush More wondrous fair appear. Their sparkling rays of new-born days, Our hearts toward them endear. But later, when their cycle's round Grows slower, colder, strained, We turn our eyes to other fields, Our interest in them waned. So all the later movie crowd, Commercially inclined, Tho they may deftly palm first place, With love thoughts are not twined. Their posterettes and smug vignettes May country-wide be slung, They cannot raise the loving praise Given to stars in those dear days When the movie world was young. THAT PEEVISH DIRECTOR! By Harry J. Smalley We were working on a picture, and the butler's part was mine, Says I to me, "Here's where I make a hit !" — But, on coming down a stairway that was high and wide and fine, I slipped and fell, and on my eyebrow lit ! I busted ev'ry arm I had, — was skinned from there to here, — A bunch of bumps and bruises on my bean ! The director was a kindly cuss, — he whispered in my ear : "You careless hick, you've gone and spoiled the scene! They removed me to the hospital and there I up and died, And, later on, I reached the Happy Land! Said I : "This is a lovely place, I'm glad to get inside Instead of down below!" — you understand! While I listened to the music of the harps and things about I heard a voice that sounded harsh and mean, — Lo ! there stood that blamed director and he said to me, "Get out, You dont belong in here, — you'll spoil the scene!"