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Motion Picture Story Magazine (Aug 1911-Jan 1912)

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90 THE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE • JUST A FLICKERING GLEAM OF LIFE LIGHTED HIS WHITE FACE recognized those about him, heard his father's and mother's supplications and endearing words. "I'm not a coward now," he said, faintly. Then, serene in the knowledge that he was more than forgiven, and that his mistake had been ex piated, he sank to rest within his sobbing mother's arms. Reverently, the color-bearer dipped the "Stars and Stripes," until its folds enwrapped the slender form — a fitting shroud for him who had died a soldier 's and a hero 's death. An Obstruction Removed By LILLIAN MAY I love to go sometimes to see a Motion Picture show, It's rest and relaxation just to spend an hour or so . With interestin' scenery and things that make one laugh, Be it Edison or Lubin or the famous Vitagraph. But alas ! of the fleeting pictures only glimpses can I see, For something big and black and wide is between the screen and me ; But I know relief is coming, so serene I sit and wait, "While my neighbor twists and cranes his neck and mutters at his fate. I hear the tramp of many feet, the sound of a shot rings out, The people laugh and clap their hands — I dont know what it 's about ; But now, oh joy, my vision clears, I can see what I'm looking at, There has flashed upon the screen these words, — WILL YOU PLEASE REMOVE YOUR HAT?