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Photoplay Magazine
dition the dressing room might be in, there was where it must take place.
"I have come," stated the visitor, " to see the ugliest pup in the world."
The paperhp.nger looked up uneasily until he was sure that the remark was not personal.
"Here he is," Miss Hulettc said. She whistled. Out of a pile of papers in one corner poked a hairy little nose, followed by blinking black eyes and two sharp ears.
"That's Panthus." explained Miss Hulette.
Not until Panthus laboriously extricated himself from his couch was it possible to believe her. He didn't look like a dog. A person uninformed would have said he was a hopeful muskrat, disappointed in love, who was afraid the entire world had turned against him but who was anxious to be convinced that he was wrong.
Panthus pricked up his ears, waiting.
"Do you like moving picture work?" the interviewer asked him.
Now here is where most interviewers would try to make you believe that Panthus talked back, conversing intelligently upon the advance of the film drama and stating his views regarding the present demand for good scenarios.
As a matter of fact Panthus spoke no English.
"Woof !" he answered and having thus bared his inmost thoughts he leaped into Miss Hulette's lap and stared impudently at the visitor.
Panthus was obtained as a result of Miss
Hulette's appeal for the ugliest pup in the world. She needed him to use in "Prudence the Pirate."
The appeal was successful. She received eleven pups and more than fifty photographs of uncomely canines and when Panthus appeared there was no doubt as to his qualifications.
He was brought to the Thanhouser studios by the New Rochelle dog catcher and it is with no little pride that the citizens of New Rochelle boast of the fact that the winner lives in their town.
Panthus didn't like studio life at first. After he had appeared in several scenes, one day he disappeared. A wide search was instituted, for if Panthus disappeared all the scenes in which he had appeared would have to be taken over again — when a substitute was obtained.
A search was made of the studio. He wasn't in his silk-lined basket in the dressing room selected for him. His pork chop lunch was untouched. He was gone.
Late in the afternoon Panthus was found. Like Huck Finn, he hadn't liked luxury. He was captured in an alley trying to pry the lid off a garbage can.
Now, however, he has 'become inured to a better life. Everybody around the Thanhouser studios pampers him.
As the interviewer was leaving, somebody suggested, "Call your story 'Beauty and the Beast.' that would be a good title."
"No !" cried a chorus of the ugliest pup's loyal friends. "Panthus is no beast!"
So be it.
Pork Versus Art
T"HE residents of our small town
Must be the slowest of the slow ; We have the grandest Postoffice, But not a single picture show !
We sent our Congressman this whe In desperation, yesterday:
"Please take back your Postoffice, And build a House of Photoplay !" James G. Gable.