Photoplay (Jul - Dec 1919)

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(Z3he World's Leading CVVfoi'in^ ^Pi<^hire cJ^a^azinc PHOTOPLAY Vol. XVII ^December, 1919 No. I To a Certain Girl: you have been our best'heloved child, and just because of you we could wish tlmt all calaidars were destroyed and all cloc\s outlawed. With you, we would wish always to be among the flowers of May. But neither the world nor we were made to do without cloc\s and calendars. And when we open our eyes it must be to see that the changes these un\ind im^ plements measure are rightly called Progress; and that when we view it in the right perspective Today ir. better than Yesterday; and upon our own part we ought to be finer men and women at thirty than we were at twentyfive. You. Girl, are at the threshold of summer. We who watched you so earn' estly through April flowers and May sunshine are waiting, now, to see you wal\ forward into the full glory of ripeiting June. The spleiidor of early womanhood awaits you. Somehow, there is anxiety in your eyes. You seem to linger, wondering if our devotion can survive the passing of the curls and the coming of a coiffure. Is it just a curl your millions love? Is it only a dirty face or torn overalls, or merely a gingham pinafore? But everything goes forward iyi this world as iyi all others, and we \now that our little girl is growing up. Sometimes, now, won't you please be a woman for us, depicting a ivomun's hopes and penis and joys? Please do not be afraid to grow up, Mary Pickjord.