Motion Picture Story Magazine (Aug 1911-Jan 1912)

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38 TEE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE Dont grieve so. Last night I dreamed lane, bordered on each side with of Clive. I thought he stood in the hawthorn hedges, runs down thru doorway and smiled at me in the old green fields to a tiny white cottage way and said, ' Dont worry, I have not with scarlet roses climbing over the forgotten you ! ' Somehow, since I door. There, every summer, comes woke, I have felt comforted. " Clive, with Mrs. Clive and Clive, "But Clive is far from here," said junior, to visit Grandpa and GrandHawkins, sadly. ma Hawkins, and to admire the garJust then the door opened sud den, to eat the fresh eggs and to milk denly. the Jersey cow. And there, by the fire, "No, he isn't, he is here to help on winter nights, the old couple sit, you ! ' ' said a merry voice, and there, talking of their Clive and the wonderin the doorway, stood Clive, strong, ful pictures that have made him fahandsome, prosperous, his brown eyes mous, until the logs burn low, and shining with delight and affection. they sit silent, hand in hand, watching the pictures which the red coals Just outside the citv of London a paint. A Motion Picture Enthusiast By ANITA LOUISE SMITH Come, Molly, put your bonnet on ; we'll see a picture show ; For raisin' up one's feelin' it's the quickest thing I know. I know we 're both dead tired, sis, with all our daily cares, But let's forget about 'em, while we rest in easy chairs. We will look at roarin' waters, and the sands of Dead Man's Land, We'll see crags of mighty mountains, and the snows of Arctic Land ; Waterfalls like old Niagara, cowboy pranks on Western ranch, Afric's hunts where there's no danger, tho they cause your face to blanch. Gee ! but dont I like them birdmen ! Then I want to yell out loud At them hits by Honus Wagner — dont he tickle all the crowd ! We can see the billin' and cooin' of the maiden and the man, There it is, the whole durn courtship from the time their love began. Gosh ! I couldn 't see for laughin ' when that crowd began to run After that poor "sheeny" peddler when he vamoosed with their "mon." Then a great big, squarejawed bulldog grabbed him as he climbed a tree, Took a piece from out his trousers, of a size some six by three. Moll, them cowboy nags can run some, when they hunt the villain down, And you bet they '11 get the right one and they '11 do the chap up brown. Dont them great big Injun war chiefs make a gol-durn pretty sight As they prance about their wigwams when there 's goin ' to be a fight ! When they see the cowboys comin' then they scamper to the brush ; Gee ! I like to see them cowboys come a-whoopin ' with a rush ! Moll, some pictures are like sermons — make one want to do some good ; I dont loaf now in the barroom as I used to always would ; It's because these Moving Pictures makes a place we both can go, And it doesn 't cost a dollar like an ordinary show. Molly dear, I see you 're ready. My, you look some brighter now ! You 're a three-score-year-old beauty, like a picture gal, I vow !