Motion Picture Story Magazine (Aug-Dec 1913)

POPULAR PLAYER CONTEST 115 .a. Miss *'Q. St. C," of San Francisco, has a good word for nearly everybody, but Crane "Wilbur comes first, altho he comes last : On Sunday when the weather's fine, off to the beach I go With Motion Picture Story Bool^, to read about the show. My favorites are quite a host— are other fans as bad? I love them all, there seems no choice, if any choice I had. Of handsome men there seems no lack ; bewildered all the time, I want to meet them, every one. Is such a wish a crime? In fancy, when I'm at the show, I am the heroine In every photoplay I see upon the picture screen. How sweet to play the opposite to Warren Kerrigan, Or else to be protected by that Harry Benham man! If Harry Pollard could be mine, what happiness 'twould bring. And yet King Baggot, of them all. is eveiy inch a king! But what's the use, if I could pick, I dont know which I'd take; I want them all, for if I lost just one my heart w^ould break. There's L. Delaney, he is good, and Glenwood White is fine. While Francis Bushman is a charm, Phil Smalley is divine. Earle Williams, Irving Cummings. dont you think they're hard to beat? With either one of two such men my joy would be complete. But how I envy Robert Gray his pretty curly hair ; I wish that mine was black like his, for mine is much too fair. Charles Bartlett as a rider is a pleasure to the eye, A handsome man, an actor too, and clever by-the-bye. And William Garwood he is great, and Edward Coxen, too ; It is too bad I cannot choose, I'm really feeling blue. With Richard Stanton I could flirt: I never miss a day When he is on the screen — I vow I cannot stay away. There's AVallace Reid and Sidney Ayers. both men of perfect grace, And stern James Cruze, an actor good, with serious classic face. I love them all, my picture friends, altho unknown to them : I wonder if they'd care for me — would they my love eondenni? Joe King, the Broncho leading man, is almost my ideal. For he shows what a man should be and makes me think it real. But there is one above all these, who makes them take back place, An actor true and handsome too, who's bound to win the race. For he has got my heart of hearts, the best one kept till last To finish off my list of loves, the leader in the cast. Of each expression's fleeting change, a master of his art. His wondrous eyes flash every thought and make me feel the part. I humbly worship at his shrine, I cannot hope to be Even a parsing thought of him — he was not meant for me. I love them all as I have said, I feel my heart will burst— For 'way above them, every one, I place Crane AVilbur first. ]\rr. John E. Sykes, of 1718 West Twenty-fifth Street, Cleveland, Ohio, writes entertainingly and wisely to cheer the losers in the contest : TO THE LOSERS. Now let us all be honest, Now the voting is all done. And grant the one who "got the votes" Undoubtedly has won. Just because, for lack of stringent rules, Some modest ones lost out, I cannot find it in my heart These modest ones to flout. I scan the list, all down the line, And there I find a name That shines like burnished gold, Who's surely known to fame ; And then another farther down, And still one near the head, And yet another in between — The outcome need not dread. It's what you are. and how you play, That determines where you stand ; Not chasing round to get more votes, To see how many you can land. But let us all be honest. Now the voting is all done. And grant the one who "got the votes" Undoubtedly has won.