The Moving Picture Weekly (1916-1917)

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THE MOVING PICTURE WEEKLY (Copyright 1917, L-Ko Komedy Co.) I HIS is a fine come off. The people warn me — me, the president of the railway, that they are about to seek the serv I ices of a no-count jitney driver and his busted bus. Can you beat that insolence?" Nobody answered the query straight from the narrow presidential offices of the burg's big man, decorated with a scant picture of his street car, dra\vTi by its two skinny mules, manned by a conductor and a motorman, equally skinny and snug. But, out in the manger, where the mules partook of their rations when business was good, the conductor, Eddie Barry, spake forth his mind to his motorman. Bob McKenzie, who promptly rolled over again in the hay, then as promptly jumped up, consulted his watch and linked arms with his fellow in street car crime. The day was on. The mules were put to the car. The president of the railway sallied forth a' capitalistic figure. But, in the streets, he was met by the populace. "Service or — the jithey driver for us," they threatened. "Gentlemen and ladies all bear with me, here comes your service," temporized the president. Meanwhile "It's like Sherman's de Scenes from "Street Cars and Carbunkles." ' TWO-REEL L-Ko Komedy. Featuring Bob McKenzie, Eva Novak, and Eddie Barry, in which the troubles of a rural street car company are thoroughly detailed. Directed by Dick Smith, under the supervision of J. G. Blystone. CAST. Conductor Eddie Barry Motorman Bob McKenzie His Daughter Eva Novak Driver of the Busted Bus Charles Ryckman President Bert Roche scription to be poor," soliloquized one, Dick Smith, as he examined the empty gas tank at the back of his jitney. The car horses, as one, stopped shortly thereafter, within a foot of the jitney, and the passengers signalled, were about to enter when the discovery of the empty gas tank was made. Smith was at sea. He got to the office of the gas tank owner of the big place, but there threats and cajolries proved useless. Brute force, however, saw him the triumphant owner of much gas. From then on life became one series of stunts whereby the passengers of the flourishing city were pulled, by threats, breakdowns and promises, from the jitney with its; belligerent driver to the street car,, manned by its two pirates who counted up every night to nobody's satisfaction but their own. The president, after these rituals, usually went down on his rheumatic knees and thanked the couple for bringing the car back. Harry, the father of Eddie, was the sort of invalid who eats all of the time and complains all of the time that he doesn't. He had gout, a perpetual grouch and a few other things. To boot it, he lived across the way from Bob, whose beautiful daughter Eva, dutifully prepared his luncheons each day and brought them to the mule car. Life for Bob was getting to be too tame, so, at about the time that Eva discovered her affection for Dick, of jitney fame, he goes on a grand bat with Harry, the invalid who forgets all about bad feet and tempers to enjoy the spree. Then business begins to come the way of the jitney driyer, not, however, until he has led his competitors a sensational chase, with Eva as the motorman of the car and a dummy as the man the two instruments of destruction manage to kill. The pursuit finally sees the wrecked jitney over, the side of a bluff, the mule car an equal wreck of debris at its side.