Motion Picture Story Magazine (Aug 1912-Jan 1913)

128 FAVORITE PLAYS AND PLAYERS "E. E.," of N. Y., was evidently inspired by the exquisite creative work of Gene Gauntier, of the Kalem Company, in "The Colleen Bawn/J when she sent us the following : A LESSON "Alas," said foolish Polly, "my life is full of woe; What a fate to live in Oaktown Center all my days! I'm not so unattractive, and it really is a crime To keep me in this horrible old place." "Come, put on your hat," said brother Bill, "And I'll treat you to the Pictures." And there they saw an Irish seacoast village, Where fisher folk were leading quiet lives; A sweet-faced colleen dreamed, with glowing visage, Of the New World, with unrest in her eyes. . . . Years later she came home, all bruised and broken, The city's cruel trace upon her face ; With footsteps weak, that trembled, and eyes wet with emotion, She gained her heart's desire — the home once thought so base. Perched on a rock upon the frowning seashore, Her childhood lover's arm about her bent, She heard the restless waves break far beneath her, And, smiling, felt at last a deep content. "Oh, Bill," said saddened Polly, "how very, very true! It's terrible to leave your own dear home ! How pleasant Oaktown Center is, and really, it's absurd, To think you're only happy when you roam." We will try to do Crane Wilbur justice next time. To the Editor of the Motion Picture Story Magazine. A picture of Crane Wilbur recently adorned the pages of your valuable book, but why did you not give him a pair of eyes? I wish you would, and give a person of so much talent a show with the others. He certainly has beautiful eyes, and ought to show more of them than a daub of black, as in his recent picture. Please give us a better picture of him, and confer a favor on a delighted reader and subscriber. 12 West 109th Street, N. Y. City. Miss Eveline Price. Florence Turner has come back to Picturedom ; she receives this greeting from "A Sincere Admirer": TO MISS FLORENCE TURNER, FROM A SINCERE ADMIRER Here's to two starry, shadowy eyes, May Heaven smile upon her Like purple violets opening to the sun, Thru the changing scenes of time, Dainty, wistful, girlish, alluring, And may she look with kindness And loved by every one. On this little tribute of mine. She is like a sparkling brooklet Laughing, loving, weeping, wondering, On the desert sands of strife, Onward thru life she goes. That refreshes the tired pilgrim What's her name? Why should I tell? In his weary march thru life. Everybody knows. This is the sort of letter we like : we want to know what you want, readers Los Angeles, Cal., July 10, 1912. Dear Sirs : I am an interested reader of your monthly magazine. I think it is great, and think it was a great addition to your magazine by adding that department entitled "Greenroom Jottings," as it keeps us in track of long-lost favorites. The interviews are certainly fine, and I hope to read an interview with Alice Joyce, Crane Wilbur and Harry Meyers. I think that everybody would be so pleased if you would print an interview with the beautiful Alice Joyce very soon. WTont the Picture Magazine please, please, print Mr. King Baggott's portrait? Hoping to see the much wished for picture appear, and the much wanted interview, as an interview with Alice Joyce would be worth the price of the book alone. Wishing "the Book" the greatest of success, I remain, Yours truly, Miss Gladys Lundy.