Photoplay (1923)

I 12 Photoplay Magazine — Advertising Section MRS. GRACE HORCHLER, 4352 MICHIGAN AVENUE, CHICAGO, ILLINOIS From2341bs.tol60 The amazing story of Mrs. HorcKIer. who took off 74 lbs. through a novel method of weight reduction, and became a new woman in health and figure I HADjustaboutgiven uphope when I not in touch with Wallace. Every reducing method 1 1 had tried, from fasting and j Turkish baths to drugs and maIchinery, had failed me. and I I looked with question on the WalI lace method. "Just like all the rest,"I tliought. I "You either have to stop eating I or work yourself to death to get I any results at all. Finally I per' suaded myself to try out Wallace's njt.L,Luiy^ci (irst-lcsson reducing record in my home, on his free trial offer. Tkai opened my eyesl My reduction in one week was so great and so delightfully achieved as to be almost unbelievable. Continuing with my reducing records — well, here is what I did — took off 74 pounds in 4 months, and made a remarkable improvement in my health, figure and whole appearance." Mrs. Horchler is only one of Wallace's many cases of wonderful reduction. More than 200.000 people in all will tell you that Wallace's is the method that works— just as surely as heat or cold works on the thermometer! No Starving — No Punishment The Wallace Method one of real pleasure! Wallace can take off your surplus weight just as he took offMrs. Horchler'3. He can take off the necessary number of pounds, whatever it be — 20—50—70 — or 80. He can make your figure normal in weight and dimensions. And he won't ask you to starve yourself or tax yourself with book reading or any other irksome rigamarole. His method is a simple and easy one because it goes hand in hand with Nature. What Wallace gives you to do takes care of the food you cat. It causes the food to make only blood, bone and sinew. Nothing is left to make fat. What You Should Weigh {or Your Height and Age Aee Ago 20 to 29 FTS 30 to 39 Lbs. Ill 113 116 118 122 126 129 133 137 141 146 116 lis 120 123 127 131 135 139 143 147 145 40 to 49 yrs L' s. 122 124 127 130 133 137 141 145 149 153 156 Age 60 and Ov Lbs. 125 127 130 133 136 140 146 150 155 159 163 Results in 5 Days Just try Wallace's method for a week! That's all he asks. You'll see results in a week that will once and for all settle the question of how to reduce. Send No Money Not a cent ! Just mail the coupon and get Wallace's first Reducing rccord(in a plain con /^^| tainer) free for 5 days' trial in your home. Put Wallace's method to the test. Note your reductionin5days. Let the scales tell you. If you are not more than delighted and amazed with /•Ir^itl your reduction and the ease with which it was /j j -7 /iH made, just return the record at Wallace's ex-t/,if(,V^ pense and you won't owe him a cent for any q-^^^ thing. Fill out and mail the coupon and be pre -dV*^ pared for a wonderful surprise. WALLACE, 630 S. Wabash Ave., Chicago ^"^1 Please send me FREE and PREPAID for 5 days' free trial the original Wallace Reducing Record for my first reducing lesson. If I am not perfectly satisfied with the results, 1 will return your record and will neither owe you one cent nor be obligated in any way. Nairn Addrtss CUj Slati starving — and now there was a wife and a baby as well as the brother and sister. Bill Hart gave him his first chance — after the casting director had turned him down because he wasn't );ig enough to do a heavy. "Hell," said Bill, "size doesn't matter. He can carry the part; he's an actor!" Lon Chaney says that those were the prettiest words he ever listened to. He darn near cried to hear them. That was the turning point. Then came "The Miracle Man." And fame. A FTER working for a year or two in pictures -*»-with the Essanay in Chicago, Helen Ferguson decided she needed a bigger field for her talents. So she took the hundred dollars she had saved out of her bureau drawer and went to New York. For weeks she haunted the studios and booking offices without any luck. Her money ran out. She was actually hungr>' — and very, very lonesome. It was then that she decided anything would do to tide her over until Good Fortune smiled again, and the courageous little screen star went across to Brooklyn and took a job as maid of all work in a family there. She cooked and peeled potatoes and made beds until some times her back was broken, but the break came and she was again playing leads in the cinema dramas. V\7HEX Douglas McLean was a promising ^ young juvenile in New York, he used to find the long summer season when the theaters were closed pretty tough going. One summer in particular looked like a fatal one, and Doug got so tired of hiding from the bill collectors that he decided to get a job. He did. It was reading gas meters. Who knows but' that Doug may have inspired that dear old song about " the gas man and meter in the cellar"? Anyway, we can truthfully say, he's a very well read young man. BUT Jim Kirkwood had the hardest time of all. He couldn't even get a job. Any kind of a job. These pictures may not look heart rending, but if you knew that Jim had hocked ever other thing he had to w ear in the world, that he had 27 cents in his p>ocket and no prosjject of getting more — or even a job — and that Central Park is a beautiful place, but they won't let you sleep there — wouldn't you feel kind of sorry for him. He ate soup on that 27 cents — and then he didn't eat for a couple of days — and then — he got a job. Why I Adopted a Baby [CONTINLTD FROM PAGE 3I ] temptations of the world, to bring him up to be the man I always wanted to marry but never could find. And I'm going to do it. Ever since the day we took that little white box out to the cleansing fire, and I came away childless, I've wanted to adopt a baby. But I have had a hard struggle, success has only come to me lately. And just at the moment when fortune had fitted me to care for a child, I saw this small son of mine. It was in a foundling home. In Texas. I was walking .through the rooms, when suddenly this small atom smiled at me. Oh, it was just a baby smile. But it clutched my heart. It seemed to saj% "Oh, please, I want to belong to somebodj\ Oh, please, I've never been cuddled nor cooed over nor had my toes kissed in all my little life. Oh, please, nobody wants me but I want a mother so bad." I just picked him up and — he's mine. And do you know, by trying real hard I make myself believe he is mine. And it'll get easier all the time, until he'll be my very own. I shall never tell him he isn't, either. And I think I'd kill anybodj' that did. Oh, the joy of him. To kiss that fat little neck every morning, before I go to work. To remember all day, that he's there, in my house. Why, even in business deals, to think that I have a son to work for and protect and bring It makes life worth living. And, between you and me, it had gotten so it wasn't, much. . I went to the studio. I worked hard all daj\ At night, I went home to a solitary' dinner, or I went to a cafe to dine with friends, or to a party with a gay crowd of people. Oh, I suppose my life sounds thrilling and romantic and interesting. Success and admiration and wealth. Servants to wait on me. Men who think they are in love with me. Clothes and jewels and finerj'. But — it was all ashes. Unless you have someone to love, someone to work for, someone to love you, it's all ashes. I know. The monster that eats j'ou up, soul and body, that destroys your ability to enjoy, to create, to feel — is self, self, self. .\ woman in my position has to fight it all the time. What else have you to think about but yourself? Who have you to consider? Everyone around you — thinks of j'ou. You begin to believe the things they tell you about yourself. And sometimes you begin to think there isn't much that's beautiful and good and fine in the world, or much use trying to be anything. That brings only restlessness and discontent. It ruins j'our work, it stops j'our development. When I saw all those babies that didn't belong to anybody, I just wanted so much to give one a home. A name. If to-morrow, somebody said to me, " Bobby, you can't have 'em both, old dear. The baby and the career you love. You can keep your funny baby and go out and scrub floors for him and fight for his bread and butter and battle to give him an education. Or you can keep your motors and your name in electric Ughts and your comfort and your diamonds" — it wouldn't take me long to choose. I've tasted the pleasures of the world pretty thoroughly. I'm not so very old — but they haven't got me fooled much any more I hope. I've had wisdom thrust ujwn me untU it isn't hard for me to look ahead to a loveless, lonely old age. When what they are pleased to call my beauty is faded. When they've forgotten the tinkle of this thing called fame and my name is wiped from the slate of the world's favor. When money wiU onh buy J'OU hats you can't wear and food you can't eat. Then — then you want somebody to love you. There's only one person in the world you can actuallj count on loving you when there are silver threads among the gold and you can no longer amuse or delight the world. That's 3'our son. You can't buy love with beauty, even, nor fame, nor money. The only thing that buys love — b love. I want to buy it from this wee, sweet thing I've promised to care for. And some day I'm going to adopt a baby sister for him. I want to say just one thing. I can understand a lot of things in this world. I've seen a lot. Perhaps that is why I can act a little better than some others. I can understand murder — and theft — and any number of things. But I cannot understand the woman who doesn't love children and who deliberately shuts that crowning glorj out of her Ufe. Every advertisement in PHOTOPLAY MAGAZINE Is guaranteed.