Pictures and the Picturegoer (October 1915 - March 1916)

PICTURES AND THE PICTUREGOER ■ Jan "THOSE CHILDREN Clever Kiddies in a "British Oak" Comedy. n MRS. I rLI NX. n ] i • t < v young widow, gave up bef Hut in town. and with her Little daughter Margerj wen< to live in a small honse in a village where also dwelt Mr. Manner.-, fcbe rich young widower with a baby son, A mutual friendship had sprung up between these two perhaps more sympathetic than otherwise and realising that a happy companionship might be founded between the two children, they schemed to throw them together as much as possible. Butlittle Margery did not like little Dick, and one day when the parents had strolled into the garden and the two were done in the drawing-roOm where tea had been served, things reached a climax. " Nurse says your daddie's going to marry mummie," pouted Margery; '" That will he horrid, "cos i don't like yon. You're ugly! " Dick's face went red with rage. He jumped down off the arm of the chair on which he had been perched, and with a mouth full of chocolate-cake, shouted, " Not so ugly as you. anyway!" "You're uglier than anyfing." cried Miargery, nestling i .to the corner of the sola, and huggiug her doll tightly. Then a wicke i thought entered Dick's ■ head. Picking up a custard-pie. he aimed it flat against the side of Margery's head, covering her curls and face with a mess of custard and pastry. "Mummie! mutnmie!" she shrieked. Mrs. Glynn and her future husband entered, and saw what had happened. "Dick, you naughty boy," said his father, sternly, as Young Mischief hung his head, but only for a moment. Whilst Mr. Manners tried to wipe little Margery's hair Dick threw another custard, and made things worse than e\ er. " Stop here, you young scoundrel," reared his father, shaking his ringer, ""whilst I go and wasli my hands." "I'll run away.' whimpered Dick, as his father left the room. Then the maid entered to clear away, and as she turned with the trayin her hand Master Dick stuck out his leg. "With a crash and a shriek the maid, tray, crockery. and pastry lay in a heap on the floor. Ajs East as his little legs could carry him Dick lied from the house. Jock. Slargery's pel dog, catching sight of the culprit, chased after him. Up hill and dow n dale t lie kiddie ran with the dog at his heels until his leys were aching and his little heart beat fast. Then he stopped, and Jock, enjoying the scamper, wondered what would happen next . and sat with his red tongue hanging out of bis mouth. "Boohoo hoo boo hoo," came from somewhere near at hand, .lock pricked up his ears and ran towards the. sound, and Dick followed, lie found a dis llled, dirty little boy tears were iniing down his cheek as ii t--t one list and then the other were rubbed . turning bis face ihfc miniature relief-map of two muddy rivers. " What are yon blubbing for?"Dick inquired, sympathetically. "Cos I'm 'ungry," sobbed the little fellow. "Hungry!"' Dick echoed in surprise. It had never occurred to him that all little boys wen; not " Dick Manner-, wdio could afford to throw custard-] at little uirls. .So he set to work to turn out his pockets pencils, -trinu". two nails, rubber, tape, a curtain-ring, a doll's head, but nothing eatable, not even a piece of sticky toffee. "Gimme your cose, and Til sell "em and buy somefing."' suggested the waif. " I'm so ungry. Got a big pain ere.' he wailed, rubbing his tummy. This so moved Dick's innermost feeling that he threw^ off his coat. " Ain't yer goin' to gimme your twowseys ? " inquired the tiny child. " How can I run about without trousers."' said Dick. Wery well:'" and the baby, clutch* s the coat tightly in bis chubby arms, ran away. He had not gone far. 1. • \ ••)■. when he came across a man with a bundle of papers under his arm. "Me make twowseys i pers,"' he cried with gli d stealthily ap proaching the man. who wat a _■ d in conversation with a friend, be grabbed the papers and ran back to tewlymade companion. Then helping Dick into a pair of paper trous he hurried away to a near-by shop v, h i ■ 1 " Uncle," and, tip-toeing, handed the clothes to the man behind the counter. " Yon little varmint ! You've '•.in." cried the pawnbroker. The accused one did 'not ai seizing a big coat which was hang n'ear. he scuttled away leaving the man flabbergasted. # # • # M an while Jock, becoming waiting, had returned home, carry in. his mouth the bow of ribbon which had adorned Dick's collar. Reaching the house he ran to his niistress. who, now clean again, was taking her tea in tbedrawing-room. *' Jockie. darling." she cried in _ alee; "where have you been!* Why you've got Dick's bow "' she gasped. "SOME FUN": Here you have your old favourites— Will Evans (on left) and " Pimple" on right as Clown ami Pantaloon in this new two-roeW ju>r released. Will Evans is making his fifth annual appearansc in Dury Lane pantomime. THE KEEP COMMUTERS OUT OF YOUR BACKYARD r-*