The Motion Picture Story Magazine (Feb-Jul 1914)

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THE CONFESSIONS OF EDWIN AUGUST 85 ence as well as instructing them. " Instruct the people by all means," he says, ' ' but dont bore them. ' ' He is now writing an important series of photoplays in which he is attacking certain well-known social evils. Such a photoplay was "His Own Blood," an exposure of many so-called "soft" drinks; whilst in "The Blood Red Tape of Charity" he showed up certain evils in organized charity. But the most important confession of all is the one that Mr. August is tired of making money for other people, and is now going to make some for himself — I mean some more. He has left the Universal Company, and has organized a brand-new brand. Oh, yes; and, by the way, they tell me that Mr. August is very fond of having clever people about him. Didn't I say I had difficulty in getting away? Vii Si RONDEAU By A. P. GALLAGHER The photoplay — how quickly flow, From out our minds, all care and woe, Beneath its spell. Alluring, bright, The scenes that bring a glad respite From troubles that oppress us so. As if by necromancy, lo, A myriad of wonders show, The while we view, night after night, The photoplay. To countless thousands here below, What joy it brings, what gladness ! Oh, May fate ne'er banish from our sight This harbinger of sweet delight, This pleasure that we cant forego — The photoplay. ? s/