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CHATS WITH THE PLAYERS
"My work began in California, where I played with Mr. Anderson, of the Essanay Company," she said. "Then I left the pictures for the regular stage and vaudeville, but I came back to the pictures. Yes, I love the work. It is fascinating — always something new, and boundless opportunities for improvement."
Recently Miss Williams has played the leading part in a Mexican picture, "The Divine Solution," and her fine work shows to great advantage here. "The New Ranch Foreman," "The Minister" and "The Outlaw" are among her recent plays, but the one she likes best is "Parson James," where she takes the parts of both mother and daughter.
"No, I do not care for the East," she sighed. "I am praying for the snow to fall early, for then we shall go to California. I long for Los Angeles, my home city, and for all the West — there is nothing here to compare with it. I'm terribly homesick, all the time."
And, as I saw the longing look creep into those eyes, I resolved to pray for an early snowfall, too, that this charming girl of the golden West might return to her homeland.
The Tattlek.
TEFFT JOHNSON, OF THE VITAGRAPH COMPANY
A village of thatch huts, palm and plantain trees, naked savages with murderous spears — in fact, Darkest Africa, the heart of Somaliland — greeted me as I worked my perilous way thru the Vitagra'ph yard to the little clubhouse wherein the male players, when not posing, often gather for a game of cards.
Tefft Johnson, he whose tremendous shoulders and biceps are rendered harmless by his kindly blue eyes; was the one I sought, and I found him, pipe in mouth, watching a pinochle game.
"Let's go over to another table," he suggested, rising a good six feet, and stretching his two hundred pounds, "and swing our legs under it in comfort. Now, fire away !"
"But, I've come to hear you talk," I protested.
"Pooh! the life of an actor — you know what that is : dreary days on the road, or grinding the treadmill in stock companies. You dont know how good the little, do-, mestic drama that I have played at home with my wife these past four years feels, do you? If not, you've never been an actor, as I have been.
"Yes," he resumed, with a refilled pipe, "four uninterrupted years with the Vitagraph Company, and a season with the Edison, has been my record, and many a Photoplayer I've seen come and go, and many 'changes in this quick-fire art.
"No, I'm not thinking of retiring." he protested, "in spite of my reminiscent attitude, but if I did it would be to a farm with broad meadows, plenty of sheep and cattle, and a good fishing stream nearby. These are my hobbies," he checked off his fingers : "The country, lots of stock to raise and grade and doctor — I once was a young medico, you know — and, by ail means, good fishing."
"There is no place around here," he asseverated, "like the Raunt of Jamaica Bay for a run of weakfish, but the land around it is all bog and salt meadow." He sighed from an inexhaustible chest at the unfitness of things. I was afraid that the chat would get no further. "How did you first come to go on -the stage?" I asked.