Picture-Play Magazine (Mar-Aug 1919)

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132 Screen Gossip Recently this crowd called on an old lad\ on pic i -imagine her feelings ! as a child. A few months later — that was two years ago — his wife died. He was inconsolable, and little Mary McIvor seemed the only one who could take him out of himself. They became fast friends, Mr. Desmond, however, treating her as a child and protesting to his friends that he would never many again. One day Bill discovered the child had grown up ! She had been playing leads in pictures, too, and making quite a name for herself. Mr. Desmond took Miss Mclvor home in his car that evening. "Will you marry me ?"■ he asked her. "Why— why— I hadn't thought of marrying anybody," said Mary, which probably wasn't true, "but — yes !" And so it was settled. And they bid fair to live happily ever after. "Land sakes ! So you make those moving pictures I've heard so much about? -Do you know, I've never seen one." It was hard to tell who was the more surprised, Fatty Arbuckle or Mrs. Mary G. Dodge, at whose farm, near Glendale, California, Fatty and his company had stopped a few weeks ago, having noticed that it was just the sort of old-fashioned rural setting they were looking for. "Well, you can see one made," answered Fatty, "and that's more than most people have ever done." So all day they worked on the farm, only stopping to eat luncheon under the broad branches in the barnyard. As for Mrs. Dodge, she was quite agog, as she watched them work, only she couldn't seem to quite understand it. "They just seemed to have a lot of people run around, and Mr. Arbuckle — isn't he fat? — fell down into a water trough or something that they rigged up, and that was all," she said. "They do say that when it's all cut up and pieced together with some other parts, like a puzzle picture, that it's real good.