The Photo-Play Journal (May 1916-Apr 1917)

PAGE 30. THE PHOTO-PLAY JOURNAL FOR MAY, 1916 Any Weather All Seasons THE ALL-YEAR Car /\ jj — y^ fH A 13 in either its smart and •*■ *»-l— 'J— > 1 J— /x 11 V Q^< stylish open form or as a beautiful closed coach will serve you in any weather and all seasons. Take off the top for pleasant weather; replace it for fall and winter driving. KisselKar Every Inch a Car With the original and incomparable Kissel Demountable Top you are prepared for comfortable driving twelve months in the year. Decide upon an ALL-YEAR Car; you'll be glad you did so later on. Prices $1050 to $1750 for the open cars alone;$HS0 to $2100 for the ALL-YEAR Car. F. O. B. factory. Gc ar The Original Convertible Car Dramas and Dollars (Continued from page 26) When the Biographers came back to sunny California next time, D. W. Griffith said to W. Everett Wing : "Load your Waterman up with some heart-throb stuff and squirt it in my direction." Taking the hint, Air. Wing turned out stories which Griffith made into dramas which have made Mr. Griffith the leading dramatic photoplay producer of the world. Some of them were "Death's Marathon," "By Man's Law," "Olaf, an Atom," "Woman in the Ultimate," and with Mary Pickford, Blanche Sweet, Henry Walthall, Arthur Johnson, Florence Lawrence, Bobby Harron, and a bunch of other now scattered stars, putting life into his characters under the direction of Griffith, William E. Wing's Waterman became famous among producers as the home of the real drama, and William himself realized his ambition to "uplift." Following his output of comedies for Mack Sennett and dramas for Griffith and Sturgeon, our photoplaywright began on the Selig Company some years ago. "Hope," "Phantoms," "When a Woman's Forty," "The Smouldering," "The Fire Jugglers," "Her Victory Eternal," "The Heart of Maggie Malone," "Reporter Jimmie Intervenes," "The Livid Flame," and "The Angel THE PHOTO-PLAY JOURNAL, Philadelphia, Penna. Gentlemen: — Enclosed please find $1.50 for which enter my name for one years' subscription to THE PHOTO-PLAY JOURNAL, beginning with the June 1916 number. Name Address City State of Spring," are a few of his Selig stories. His ideas come in cans, it is said by those who watch Bill Wing in action. He smokes like a new cook stove, and for fuel uses tobacco for cigarette and pipe which comes in tins, or tinned cigars, which he buys in large cans and smokes one at a time, all the time. He hates to talk shop or be plagued by seekers after knowledge, and when in action (evolving a plot for a seven-reeler) has a cold, yellow eye, which forbids interruption Walter E. Mair, who admits to having learned much of the game from him, likens his manner to that of a veteran police reporter who has just fallen across the body of an Archbishop on Good Friday — and discovered that he choked to death on a beefsteak ! He is editor of The Script, which is a monthly publication devoted to the interests of authors and the official organ of the Photoplay Authors' League, and is able to take his Studebaker anywhere, any time, at any speed — without letting his cigar go out or killing an innocent pedestrian. He has this to say of the future of the motion picture art, which is worthy of special attention, in that William Everett Wing seldom has anything to say. Saith he: "Short films and mixed programs are going into the discard in favor of features of length. All because one-reel stories submitted to manufacturers releasing on mixed programs are worthless. Because those manufacturers won't pay enough for stories to get good ones, and men who can write good ones naturally turn to where the jingle is — and it now is in the studios where features are being turned out. Those same manufacturers who fail to realize the worthlessness of the short release without a powerful story inside, will strangely enough toss away thousands of dollars each week in futile side issues, dressing up their pictures, buying train wrecks, advertising stars, books, etc., etc. Wine, Women and Song (Continued from page 18) "Oh, do come, Allan," she coaxed. "You know we are going to have a delightful time. Champagne, lobster, and a little game — no, the stakes won't be high." The face of the dying pauper haunted Ross and he remembered the sad story of the afternoon. Was Victoria another woman of the stripe that ruined Jack Dobbs? He was afraid she was — "Hello, Victoria," he began firmly "I am very sorry, but a previous engagement renders it impossible for me to accept your kind invitation." He waited for a reply but the only sound that came over the wire was the banging of the receiver by the angry girl. Taking the two invitations he placed Nellie's in his pocket and with a deep smile tore Victoria's scented epistle into shreds. As he went to see the sweet Miss Lord that evening he knew that had it not been for the aged pauper's tale, he would have have accepted the more dazzling Victoria and perhaps become another victim of her charms. "Old Jack Dobbs will never know the good that he has done, and for some reason I feel that his story has saved me from a similar fate." And he whistled lightly as he briskly made his way to the Lord cottage beyond the city. — Adapted from the Essanay Film.