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Every one remembers beautiful Florence Vidor after they have once seen her.
Romances of Famous Film Folk
The love story of King Vidor and Florence Arto, which you'll find was very romantic indeed.
By Grace Kingsley
SAW an awfully pretty girl downtown to-day. Fellow with me said her name was Florence something. Do you know her?" It was a regular city slicker from New York — in Houston on business — who spoke and King Vidor looked up from some ads of motion-picture cameras he had been examining.
"I guess you mean Florence Arto," drawled King in his nice Southern way. "Yes," he went on rather proudly, for you see Florence was something of a belle in the just-out-of-high-school set. "Yes, I reckon I know her well enough to call her up on the phone and go to see her if I want to."
"Take me with you," quickly demanded the city slicker, following up his advantage.
But, of course, that New Yorker never did make good with Florence Arto. And let me say right now it's hard to create suspense in a story like this, because, of course, you all know how it comes out. But just read on, for even though you do know, there's some exciting stuff coming pretty soon.
King Vidor, of course, had to show that he really could call on pretty Florence Arto, even if he didn't feel very keen about taking a fellow along who knew all the jokes from the New York shows and wore silk shirts every day. He himself didn't think so much of silk shirts — they seemed a bit sissified to him, but how could a fellow ever tell what unreasonable notions a girl might take?
He was just a great big boy, was Vidor, same as he is now, and always will be, I reckon, kindly and courteous, with that fine Southern courtesy, and talking with that nice little Southern drawl that is so dis
arming, and as he spoke the city slicker thought to himself he was going to have an awfully easy time of it with Florence Arto.
But King Vidor was a canny and resourceful youth. Not for nothing did he come of pioneer stock. When he accompanied the other fellow to the Arto home, he took along with him the script of one of his scenarios, a bit of film, and last, but not least, a mighty good hunch.
Miss Florence herself answered the door when the young men called, and they went in and sat themselves down on the horse-hair furniture of the Arto front parlor. Naturally among three young people the weather didn't last long, and then the metropolitan youth launched forth into his most brilliant jokes gleaned from the New York shows, which naturallv dazzled the feminine part of his audience a bit.
Sitting quiet meanwhile, Vidor listened a while, and then he hauled the bit of film out of his pocket and began looking at it.
"What's that?" demanded Florence, interrupting the New York youth right in the midst of one of his best jokes.
"Oh, just a little piece of film \" answered Vidor nonchalantly, pretending he was going to put it back in his pocket.
"And so," went on the New York man, swelling with triumph, and not knowing that he was riding for a fall, "and so when somebody asked the chicken why a chicken crossed the street she said it was nobody's busi "
"Let me see that film, please !" coaxed pretty Miss Florence, in her most wheedling Southern belle manner.