The Motion Picture Story Magazine (Aug 1913-Jan 1914)

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POPULAR PLAYS ANDPLAYE*R5 Mr. John E. Sykes, of Cleveland, Ohio, sends us a string of pearls — very rare ones — and very aptly strung. A STRING OF PEARLS. Were I to form a string of pearls, The richest you have seen — The pearls to be of human kind From off the picture screen — I'd hardly know where to begin, So many are so fair. But Alice Joyce and Edith Storey Would certainly be there. Gene Gauntier, Mary Pickford, And Florence Turner, too ; Lillian Walker, Ormi Hawley, And, Florence Lawrence, you Ruth Roland, Norma Talmadge, And dozens more as well, Mary Fuller, Anna Nilsson, And some I will not tell. "But what about the men?" you ask, "Will they have part in it?" If they're the men I think they are. They will not care a bit. But just to show I can be kind, Tho this may make you gasp, We'll take them all — not missing one — And they shall form the clasp ! Mr. John Tapley, of Jackson, Miss, dream-fancy in his lines : dreams a very lovely TO MISS RUTH ROLAND. The writer's pen is incomplete, Words sink to a faint gleam, To place this tribute at your feet, Fair lady of the screen. Your eyes are luminous orbs that beam More tender than a Southern June, Like mystic lakes that ever dream Before the huge, electric moon. Your lips are like the peach's blush, And innocent as driven snow, Soft and tender is thy flush In the picture glow. May your years be as sunny days, Bright skies that are ever blue; My dream is on you to gaze, A dream that must sure come true. From F. M. H. come the letters of Maurice Costello's name twined into acrostic form : M any stars rise, and many stars fall, but A iways there's one who is loved by us all ! U nder the spell of his acting we gaze, R egarding the screen whenever he plays. I n drama — in comedy — none hard for him, C ostello is always dead certain to win. E ndowed with such talents — such manners such looks C omparable only to heroes in books. O f all other players we know he is best, S ought by all the film fans before all the rest T he favorite of all, regardless of parts, E nthroned is Costello in all of our hearts. L et's join in the chorus, that he may be seen L ong years yet to come O n the photoplay screen. 103