Picture Play Magazine (Sep 1920 - Feb 1921)

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For a free trial bottle of "Brownatone" with simple directions send lie to pay packing postage and war tax, to THE KENTON PHARMACAL CO./ 573 COPPIN Codington, Kent* Canada Add Windsor. On Concerning Carmel's Past Continued from page 59 seem to have such a healthy color, even under paint and powder, in contrast with lily-pallid city girls of the East. "I saw ever so many old friends. Houston Peterson came backstage one night. He's a professor — at Columbia — now, and talks in a deep, deep voice — and looks the part !" We laughed. Mamma Myers had been gazing earnestly at me. "Are you the young man who came home with my son Zion one time and ate up the chicken for our Sunday dinner while I was away?" she demanded. "No, no, mother," Carmel fibbed tactfully. "That was somebody else." "Well, I just wondered," said Mrs. Myers. Then she amicably changed the subject. "Carmel made her first stage appearance in 'The Lady of the Lake' at the old Custer Street school," she told me. "She wore a Scotch costume and was ever so excited about the play." "Yes," said Carmel, "and my hero was a blond six-footer who forgot his lines in the middle of a passionate love scene." "You were sitting on a nail keg," said Mrs. Myers. "Supposed to be a rock." "With bottles scattered around." "Mother, that was part of the scenery! What made me feel bad was ringing down the curtain. But they raised it again, and we started over, and I prompted the hero in all his lines." "You weren't doing any acting at Los Angeles High, were you, Carmel?" "Only in our cellar at home. I was a scrub — only in the ninth grade — so all I could do at school was debate. The teacher in journalism used to accuse me of being crazy about the boys, and I wasn't at all. I was afraid of them — except that I liked to talk to you and Morris." Then we chatted about schoolmates— the class poet, the girl-hater who married, the star debater who got a job in a pickle factory, and the verses Carmel used to contribute to the weekly I helped edit. "Oh, and do you remember that beauty show at school — the one you won second prize in?" I demanded. "Do I? Bessie Love was in that contest, too — we rode on the same float in the parade, as maids of honor. "That was the very happiest year of my life — up till then !" What the Fans Think Continued from page 70 I live in a town of ten thousand inhabitants. My friends among the young married crowd take no interest in the movies, nor do I — at home. We used to go to them a few years ago, when we were in high school, but only as a lark — we never took them very seriously. The reason we never go any more is that the three theaters in the town are old, small, stuffy, and smelly. They're all owned by one man, I believe, and he's satisfied with the way things are, I presume. Why should people with nice homes and plenty of other diversions want to go to a run-down, dirty theater? But a few weeks ago I came to New York for a visit. To my surprise I found that the people I visited went to the movies a great deal, as did their friends. How could this be, I thought, when New York offers so many, many wonderful forms of entertainment and amusement? I soon learned. I was taken one night to that marvelous picture palace, the Capitol Theater. What I saw and heard there was a revelation. Then I went to the Rivoli and the Rialto and some of the others. I began to see what we were missing back home. I've become a rabid picture fan, and when I go back home I'm going to preach the gospel of pictures, and see if I can't talk some one into building a decent theater, for I know now what we are missing there. Ellen M. Hallenby, Hotel Quarrels, New York City. Where Chicago Beats New York. To the Editor of Picture-Play Magazine. Not long ago I had occasion to take an Eastern trip ; and, during my stay, I was forced to depend for information on the newspapers of the cities I visited. One fact struck me very forcibly. With the exception of one New York daily, the Eastern exhibitors and newspapers are miles behind those of Chicago. In New York, for instance, after deciding that I would like to visit a few of the picture houses, I discovered that an even half dozen programs were offered for inspection in the columns of the daily press. In Boston conditions were somewhat better, but not much. I believe I counted about a dozen programs in the Boston papers. During the last convention of the Elks in Chicago I chanced to meet a number of out-of-town visitors who were interested in pictures, and it was a pleasure to hear their remarks in regard to the way the Chicago newspapers handled their motion-picture pages. The fact that more than one hundred motion-picture theaters advertised their bills through the medium of the daily press made a great hit with the out-of-towners._ It gave them a chance to do a little judicious selecting. As an unprejudiced and impartial observer, I would suggest that Eastern photo-play editors and exhibitors ought to get together and inform the movie-going public as to what pictures are to be seen — and where. Jay Dee See — Chicago, 111.