Motion Picture Story Magazine (Feb-Jul 1911)

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112 THE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE. easily able to dredge nearly nine thousand bushels of oysters in forty or fifty feet of water and make delivery at the city packing house next day. Such is the winter's routine which makes the summer work of the small boats a necessity — that of sowing that others may reap. So the oyster is going to sleep for the summer, and the sea farmer is as busy and browned by the sun and wind as the man with the broad, straw hat out on a farm in Iowa. He lias, perchance, a fortune at stake out there under those tossing waves, so he watches and tends the fields like a miser and waits anxiously, expectantly, for the return of the month with the letter "R." CJ3CJ3CJ3 Had Attended to that Himself He was somewhat under the weather and the show on the screen did not quite suit him. Hearing his mutterings, one of the ushers went down and asked him what was the matter. "Tsh no good, no good," he spluttered, "Shcreens too filmy, y'naw." "Too what?" asked the urbane usher. "Filmy-filmy," repeated the dissatisfied one. "Not much I won't/' snapped the usher. "You're full enough nowP J. S. G.