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phetopjays ?re those simple little tales of country or home life in which the main theme is a strong heart interest. This theme may be the love of sweethearts, of brothers and sisters, of parents and children, and the story may be of the simplest; but it must consist of incidents that reach and hold the spectator and stamp upon his appreciative faculties an impression that is not obliterated as soon as the reel is finished. For instance, one of the prettiest and most appreciated photoplays I have seen is one by the Edison Company called "Home. A Thanksgiving Story." It is the old story of a patient and loving mother looking for her absent boy's return. On Thanksgiving Eve she is preparing the morrow's dinner. She goes out to the post-box at the gate. The postman has just left the mail, but there is no letter from the boy. Sadly she stands gazing down the road. Her husband comes from the field, puts his arm about her in sympathy and leads her back to the house. That even- ing, the mother writes an advertisement and sends it to a city paper. This is the advertisement: "My Child, come home. Then it will truly be Thanksgiving Day. Mother." Then follows a number of scenes showing tfhe effect of this appeal on dwellers in the city. The first one to be affected is the editor of the paper to which the advertise- ment was sent. Upon reading it, he has a vision of his old home in the country, and the longing comes upon him to visit it. He puts on his coat and hat, and, to the astonish- ment of the office force, he rushes out. A "man about town," an actress, a clubman—each in turn reads the ad- vertisement and prepares to take a train back to the coun- try home. The clubman, in his haste, throws the news- paper out of the window. It falls at the feet of a boy—a boy who is down at heel and out at elbow, wandering the streets looking for a job. And this is the boy for whom the advertisement was intended. He picks up the paper, reads the few appealing words, looks helplessly at his