Photoplay (Jan-Jun 1920)

I'+ Photoplay Magazine — Advertising Section Going Some (Continued from page 76) WHY / USE A "NATIONAL BOB" " First of all, bobbed hair is fashionable. And then it does really make me look younger. But why sacrifice my beautiful hair ? I wear the " National Bob " and nobody knows the difference. It matches my hair perfectly and I have it on and off in a minute. Yes indeed, I bought it direct fronrj the manufacturer for $10 postpaid. All I did was to send a strand of my hair. Believe me, it is the best little bargain I've bought in a great, great while. Certainly can, match your hair." Exclusive Agencies Open to Dealers and Beauty Specialists NATIONAL HAIR GOODS CO. 368 Sixth Ave., Dept. P. NEW YORK WOMEN whose preference for Freeman's Face Powder has never lessened during 40 years know that the exclusive use of this pure, smooth powderin youth and later life is largely responsible for their clear, fresh, velvety skins. All tints at all toilet counters 50c [double the ijuantity of old 25c size ) plus 2c war tax. Miniature box mailed for 4c plus Ic ifar tax. THE FREEMAN PERFUME CO. Dept. 101 Cincinnati, O. "BOW LEGS and KIVOCK » KIMEES" INSIGHTLY " Send fur Rooklet showinpr pbotoB of men witli unit without THE PERFECT LEG FORMS. PERFECT SALES CO., Dept. 54 54 N. Mayfield Ave.. Chicago, III. the redoubtable "Miz" Gallagher. A widow of fifty-five cast-iron years, and to use the vernacular of the country a "regeler rootin' tootin' old cattlewoman." She could outshoot and out cuss and out ride any cowpuncher in the wide and rugged state of Nevada. Her very middle name was "What'Il-you-bet." And for her part she would bet on anything. The social relations, therefore, between the Centipede ranch and its neighbor the Flying Heart were exactly what you might expect. It was into this charming setting that Roberta Covington Keap was shortly to bring her house party of gentle collegians. This coming of Roberta was viewed with conjidcrable alarm by "Still Bill" Stover. The Flying Heart had become a decidedly ruri down and tatterdemalion affair. But the most serious objection of the foreman to the impending visit of the owner and her party was to be discovered in a remote corner of the Flying Heart's wide acres, where a tall oil derrick reared against the sky. The tents of the workers stood about and the spot was agog with fevered drilling. It was thence that Stover betook himself with Roberta's teleeram. As Stover trundled up in the rattling ranch flivver John Ladew, oil operator and supervisor of the drilling operations^ emerged from his tent and walked over to the car. "What's up Bill?" Stover tossed over Roberta's message. Ladew read it with a grin. "Won't seem so funny to you when she stumbles on to this oil well." The suave Ladew waved away Stover's alarm with a careless gesture. "Don't worry. She won't know this oil derrick from a step ladder. Tell her you are drilling for water." But Stover was badly worried. Ladew hastened to reassure him. Going Some NARRATED, by permission, from the Goldwyn-Eminent Authors' production by Rex Beach, scenario by the author, chrected by Harry Beaumont, with the following cast: Mrs. Roberta Keap Ethel Grey Terry Jean Chapin Helen Ferguson Helen Blake Lillian Hall Donald Keap Kenneth Harlan "Miz" Gallagher .. .LiUian Langdon J. Wallingford Speed Cullen Landis Larry Glass Willard Louis Berkeley Fresno Walter Hiers John Ladeiv Hay ward Mack "Yes'm, I'm sick to my heart and so are the other boys. It wus like this, mam. Last week afore you come them Centipede crooks trimmed us on a footrace — we bet everything we had." This was the nearest to a diversion the house party had met on the Flying Heart. Roberta and her guests drew around to hear all of Willie's sad, sad story. "Why don't you win it all back?" Roberta was trying to be encouraging. Willie shook his head. "After our man lost he kep' oa runnin' and we ain't got no footracers left." Helen bubbled with inspiration. "Why Culver is coming today. He'll—" Jean shook her head. But Helen bubbled on. She turned to Willie. "The intercolleg i a t e champion runner is coming today — he'll race for you — and he's the fastest runner in America." Willie stopped his sweeping and stared at Helen. Then he let out a most disconcerting whoop and ran for the bunkhouse. Jean stamped her foot, exasperated at Helen. "Helen you know Culver won't run in such rough company." Helen had not forgotten something she had heard from eloquent lipxs the day of the intercollegiate meet back in New Haven. She felt safe and certain. "Well, if Culver won't run for the poor sheep gentlemen, I know who will." The Limited, stopping at Kidder, Nevada, only to discharge transcontinental passengers, was whistling in the distance when the sheep men of the Flying Heart assembled at the station, a self-constituted committee of welcome for "that there college footracer." Meanwhile Roberta and her party arrived per flivver. Aboard the Limited in a smoke-laden compartment Mr. J. Wallingford Speed was giv ing final instructions to a traveling conipan"If we strike oil we'll cap the well and ion, that same tough Larry Glass, late rub buy the ranch cheap. It is a cinch." But Stover held dark fears for the clandestine oil project ^.'ven after Roberta and the first detachment of her guests were duly installed in the ranch house. * * * It was the morning of the party's third ber at the Yale gymnasium. "Now Larry, don't forget that you are mv private trainer and that I'm a great athlete." Elsewhere on that same train was yet another figure in the drama that began that day of the track meet at Yale. Donald Keap day, and Willie, the two-gun sheep man, in was coming in pursuit of his hope for the role of maid-of-all-work was sweeping, reconciliation with Roberta, but his coming Willie did not sweep often but he was de and his plan? were unannounced, termined and thorough when he did. A Helen rushed to Speed as he and Larry cloud of dust driving ahead of him an stepped from the train. She thrilled with nounced his approach through the hall to excitement. the front veranda. His face was sad and "Here he is — Mr. Wallingford Speed will downcast in the extreme. Roberta in the run for the honor of the Flying Heart." porch swing looked at him sympathetically. Willie and his sheep herding confreres of "What's the matter — are you sick?" the bunkhouse gave Speed a wild west glad Every advertisement in PH0T0pr,.\Y MAGAZINE is guaranteed.