Picture Play Magazine (Mar-Aug 1916)

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230 Harold Lockwood ent pair of legs clad in pure white flannels extended diagonally .forward, disappearing into a cavernous region of dials and levers. Withal, he was a chap to incite admiration, especially at a moment like this. Quickly I found myself a seat, and Soon I asked him the old, familiar bromide— how he became an actor. I could plainly see he did not enjoy the question, but politely he answered: "Well, I went to school in Brooklyn to acquire book learning and study business methods — according to the de Harold is cptife «a murderer when if comes killing " soon we were hopping over the uneven roads at a terrifying speed. If the speed laws were not entirely broken, they were very badly bent, indeed. In a miraculously short space of time — a time in which we had no opportunity for conversation — his country place was reached. This "big man at his work" and "boy at his play" I soon found to be an earnest and emphatic believer in the efficacy of exercise both of mind and of body. He gives all his energies, all his mentality to his work while he is at it, but he does not eat, drink, and sleep with his art — he leaves it at the studio. He is a firm exponent of the old saying: "Eight hours' work, eight hours' play, and eight hours' sleep." sire of my dad, but all the Latin and mathematics I ever absorbed never gave, me the pleasure I experienced in leaving some of my schoolmates in the rear during running matches. I was fortunate enough to win several medals, which I still have. "My love for sports came from my father, who owned several blooded horses, and who allowed me to exercise them and occasionally drive one to victory. I liked that kind of life, but when the suggestion was made that I enter a nice, reliable business — something in the wholesale linen line, for instance, my soul rebelled. You know, I had spent much time in and around theaters, and a couple of times played part of the background in mob scenes. These