Picturegoer (1922)

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SEPTEMBER 1922 Pictures and PicfureQoer 39 PictvjKegoer Parodies MaKv PickfoKd khe came from haunts of Maple Leaf, And made a sudden sally To banish all the pain and grief From life's unhappy valley. 0 I She started life as Gladys Smith, ,^r But Smiths are all ill-fated, So little Gladys died forthwith, And Mary was created. She changed her name for fame, but oh ! Our Mary changeth never, For stars may come and stars may go, But she goes on for ever. She went to work with Biograph When movies were derided, And taught the world to cry or laugh, Whichever she decided. From film to film she hurried down, Successes brought successes, Till every soul in every town Loved Mary's golden tresses. Though some like black, some brown, some red And people's fancies vary, Breathes there a man with soul so dead Who loves not little Mary ? The chain that draws us in her tow, Nor time, nor change can sever, For stars may come and stars may go. But she goes on for ever. Like comets flashing through the sky, Stars good, and bad, and rotten Have pleased our eyes in passing by, But now they are forgotten. Where are the stars of yesteryear ? 'Twould tax your brains to find them. No longer " still to mem'ry dear," They've left their, fame behind them. Oh, Mary, first of movie stars, Time cannot come between us I Thou art as permanent as Mars, As beautiful as Venus. Though Fashion changeth ever so, Our Mary changeth never. For stars may come and stars may g< But she goes on for ever.