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Life Serially
tented with "continued next anything else on the screen.
Little
on your nerves to sit down to breakfast each morning with the knowledge that you may be facing battle, murder, and sudden death before luncheon?"
She greeted that with a shy little smile that's characteristic of her; she's really the most bashful heroine I ever interviewed.
"No — I like it," she confessed. "I don't believe I'd ever be able to settle down to feature productions, because they'd move too slowly for me. I had to get used to this thrilling existence ; when I first went into pictures I couldn't ride or fire a revolver or do any of the things that are almost second nature now. But after you've lived in constant excitement for a while, even though it's made to order, you don't want to give it up."
I wondered if the fact that the husky and handsome Bill Duncan is always on hand to rescue her made the danger less fearsome to contemplate. But I couldn't get a satisfactory answer to that question ; all she would say of her companion in the four Vitagraph serials she's made was :
"Oh, Mr. Duncan is wonderful — wonderful."
Which is just about enough, when you note the enthusiasm in her brown eyes and the sincerity of her voice. Duncan says more than that about her, however; she must have signaled an S O S call to him that aft
ernoon, for he came
She's rather a staid and sedate sort of person.
Photo by Witzel
Miss Johnson likes risking her neck every day before luncheon; confidentially, we don't blame her!
over to where we sat just as she was showing signs of collapsing under the strain of talking about herself.
"Please talk to him," she begged me, "I never can think of anything really interesting to say about serials, though I like them so well."
I protested that I wanted to talk about her, not them.
"No use ; she won't do it," Duncan told me, laughing. "But I will." And he went on to tell all about how plucky she is ; how she never tires, doesn't care about starring in pictures, has no ambition to play big emotional roles, and is perfectly contented leading the quietest sort of life off the screen and the most hazardous one on.
I left them feeling quite content with my story, and then, like many a movie interview, it turned around and bit the hand that wrote it. so to speak. For after I'd written a perfectly good account of how Edith Johnson's hair turned from brown to yellow and back to brown forever and ever — I learned that in part of "The Silent Avenger" she had to wear that yellow wig after all. However, that's the way with the movies — and the story stands, anyway. And perhaps it's a good thing after all — for you can judge for yourself how you like her best.
"The Silent Avenger" turned her into a brunette.